CREATION
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
     Alone, omnipotent, complete within Herself, the Goddess,
She whose name cannot be spoken, floated in the abyss of the
outer darkness, before the beginning of all things.  As She
looked into the curved mirror of blank space, She saw by Her
own light Her radiant reflection, and fell in love with It.
She drew It forth by the power that is in Her and made love
to Herself; and called Her "Miria, the wonderful".
     Their ecstacy burst forth in the single song, the uni-
verse, of all that is, was, or ever shall be; and with the
uni-verse came motion--waves that poured outward and became
all the spheres and circles of the uni-verse.  The Goddess
became burgoned with that love, pregnant with that love, and
She gave birth to a bright rain of spirits that filled the
uni-verse and became all the be-ings, known or unknown.
     In that awesome moment, Miria was swept away.  As She
moved away from the Goddess, She changed, became more
masculine.  First, She became the Blue God--the gentle,
laughing God of love.  Then He became the Green One--vine-
covered, leafy, rooted to the Earth.  At last, He became the
Horned God, the hunter whose face is the ruddy Sun--yet is as
dark as Death.  But, as always, desire draws Him back toward
Her, so He circles Her eternally, seeking to return in love.
     In love, the Horned God, changing form and changing
face, ever seeks the Goddess. In this world, the search and
the seeking appear in the Wheel of the year.
     She is the Great Mother who gives birth to Him as the
Divine Sun Child at Yule (the winter solstice).  At Brigid,
(Feb. 2) He is sower and seed who grows with the growing
light, green as new shoots.  At Eostar, (spring equinox) She
is the Initiatrix who teaches Him the mysteries.  He is the
young bull; She is the nymph, the seductress.  On Beltane,
(April 30) They are married.  On Litha, (summer solstice) the
light is strongest, They meet in union, and the strength and
heat of Their passion warms the world.  It is a union so
complete, He dies as the length of the days begin to
diminish.  On Lughnasad, (Aug. 1)  He sacrifices Himself with
the grain so that all may be nourished.  She is the reaper,
the grave of the Earth to which all must return.  At Mabon,
(fall equinox) He sails West towards Summerland where he may
grow young again to be born again.  This is the Witches
Thanksgiving.  At Samhain, (Oct. 31) He lies in the sleep of
death in Summerland or the womb of the Goddess.  This is the
point where he is concieved in the Goddess' womb, a tiny
infant wainting to be reborn at Yule.  So we end in the
beginning, as it should be.  The Wheel turns on and on...