The Lady stands in Her three Aspects: the nurturing Mother,
garbed in the rainments of the fruitful land, adorned with the glories of the Heavens,
with seven stars about Her head, and the crescent moon under Her feet, eyes full of
wisdom and yearning, and holding a cornucopia that spills forth the bounty of
the fields. Beside Her stands the shy Maiden, clad in the flowers of newborn Spring, eyes
twinkling with possibilities, and offering a Chalice. With them stands the Crone, robed
in the colors of the Void, adorned in stark Reality, watching with unfathomable eyes
and wielding a Scythe.
The Lord stands in His three Aspects: The Sacred King, Grandfather, in the prime
of life, with a beard shot with grey and a scarlet cloak, eyes full of sorrow and
knowing, surveying the lands from which He sprang, guarding the people whose
lives He holds in His Hands, leaning upon a Sword. He holds within
the circle of his arm Himself as the Youth, a Child that smiles, and
laughs with the eyes of the ancients. Beside Them is the Hunter,
dressed in the colors of the forest and leaning upon a bow, and
laughing with the exuberance of being alive.
The Holy Fool stands in It's three Aspects: Transformer, young
and wise, bearing a Staff enwined with a serpent. He looks at Trickster,
dressed as a Harlequin, with a single tear upon Her cheek and a Mirror in
His hand held before the Face of Chaos, who has no face, but is hooded
and robed in whitest black.
The Lord and Lady dance in a great Circle and a greater Spiral,
singing the MultiVerses into and out of Being, and the Holy Fool dances
around Them, in a never ending Moebius spiral, and a single tear glistens
upon Her cheek, as He holds the Mirror to It's Face.
Thus it was, and so it is, and evermore shall be so!
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