THE NECKLACE OF A THOUSAND STRANDS



In the beginning that ever was and ever shall be, there was only Night.  She lay 
sleeping.  In Her sleeping, She dreamed.  In Her dreaming, She sighed.  In Her 
sighing, She turned and in Her turning, She awakened.  In Her awakening, She saw 
naught but Herself, and found Herself beautiful.

Long did She delight in Her beauty, Her perfection.  Her softly rounded limbs, 
full body and flowing hair were so magnificent that She wished to adorn Herself.

She captured Her thoughts, each a brilliantly colored speck of light, and strung 
them together to form a Necklace of a Thousand Strands.  This She donned and was 
pleased.

Each speck sparkled with its own hue and brilliance, creating spectacular scenes 
of Night in Her many attitudes and postures. When Night moved, so did the 
Necklace of a Thousand Strands. This created a living, moving mosaic of Night - 
each image acting and reacting with other images of Herself.

Though this was beautiful and pleasing to Night, it created in Her a loneliness.  
Loneliness to have companionship, loneliness to have another admire Her great 
beauty, loneliness to experience love outside Herself.

Not know how to create this Other that She longed for, She sought to amuse 
Herself through movement.  She began a stately dance, slow and measured.  As She 
turned in the figures of the Dance, wind was created in Her passing, and in it 
She visualized a partner, a counterpart.

She sent all Her love and longing into the whirlwind She had created, and a 
shadowy form began to take shape.  She turned and spun ever faster, thinking 
more upon the shape of Her desire.

The form became more solid.  It began to take on substance and reality.  It was 
like, yet unlike, Night.  She felt drawn to it and it was impelled toward Her.

She gloried in Her creation of the form, and it adored Her great beauty.  The 
two danced together.  The longer They danced, the stronger and brighter did the 
fierce spirit of longs and love grow between Them, Night and Her Shadow.

Her Shadow became all that Night was not, out of Her longing to be fulfilled, 
and She was called Day.

Day and Night danced furiously together, and finally, no longer able to keep 
apart, made love to one another. In Their wild, passionate turnings, the 
Necklace of a Thousand Strands began to break, a strand at a time.  The specks 
of light went flying off to become the Stars, to swim about the divine couple, 
in beautiful precise patterns, as if to remain a part of Love's Dance.  Thus 
began the Ages of Loving.

All but one strand broke, and it remains together to this day. It is seen in the 
sky, brilliant, breath-taking and awe-inspiring.  We call it the Milky Way.

Dawn and Dusk are the sacred times and places where Night and Day merge in 
love's ecstasy.  Keep them holy.