Sunday, February 14, 2010

Wiccan Creation Story

In the beginning there was the Goddess. And from her mind and her breath came forth matter and its ruler the God. And She looked upon Him and loved him as herself. For they were truly one flesh, opposite sides of the same coin. Her Love became his Passion. Her smile became his laughter. Her softness, His sharpness. They were the Yin Yang; opposites crossed. Yet as they were different so were they the same for part of Her resides in Him and part of Him in Her.

Together they made love and dreamt of many things. And from their thoughts sprang forth Existence and all within it. Marveling upon the wonder and beauty of the Earth below them the Gods came down into it and played among its waters and its caverns. Raced among the clouds that soared above the peaks and heights of the mountains. The Lady then decided to make her home the Earth and the depths within it and also the waters that lied upon the bosom of the Earth. For as life came from her so the does life come from the Earth and the waters that abound upon it. She chose the moon as her symbol since it affected the waters so deeply. The God chose the Sky and its boundless freedom for his abode. He also taught to man fire and on occasion still can be seen dancing in those golden fiery flames. And he chose the Sun as his symbol since it warms the waters and bring his Love, the Goddess, closer to him.

The Earth spun forward on its orbit and the Goddess became heavy with child from the God soon after what would later be called Bealtaine. The child, their son, was born and came quickly to adulthood. And as all sons do he rose up against his Father and strove for power. And the battles raged between Father and Son. Oak King and Holly King. The Mother, Goddess of us All, became weary and aged with the battles and as such so did the Earth. 'Til fearing for Her life the Oak King, Father, laid down his Sword of Power and descended into the Underworld at Lughnassadh.

But the Goddess now missing her lover left the Holly King and went in search for Him. At Samhain she descended into the Underworld leaving the Earth and all its inhabitants behind. Without Her life and care the Earth quickly descended into Winter. Yet the Goddess returned from the Underworld again heavy with child and the promise that the Oak King would come again at Yule and reclaim his rightful place.

True to his word as the sun rose and the light returned to the World on what is the shortest day, the Oak King sprang forth and struck at his once and future Son. Realizing his folly and knowing that defeat was near the Holly King bowed and walked away from the fight, knowing and saying that he would return in the spring and that this story would repeat itself again and that by this would the Seasons be counted and that the year and time itself would be measured by this story.

So look at the holidays that we celebrate and know that this story has repeated itself through the ages and will continue to do so. Until all grinds to a halt and return to the Mother from which we all sprang. So that all may begin again. For there is no beginning to time nor is there an end.

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