A reading of the Bright Mother's Journey to the Cave of the World

 

A Walk with The Bright Mother.

 This time, the waves calmed as a star kindled over Her. She walked to the shores of creation and through the deep forests. As she walked, she grew greater with child and the star grew brighter. When the Mistress of All Things came to the cave at the center of the world, the entrance into the abyss, her angels and the elder kin drew about her. Her handmaiden stood at the entrance of the cave as the star's light grew ten thousandfold, illuminating the place almost as bright as day. - Clear Recital: CDV, The Birth of the Holy Daughter verses 16 to 19, pg 21 lines 12 to 22

 As strange as it sounds, right now, the Bright Mother is walking through creation to her place of laying in. Prayers to Marya are especially effective, for in this moment, we are one with her, though we do not know it. Even as she moves through the whole of creation, she moves through us to the center of our being. Take a moment, now and between Mother's Night, when she enters the Cave of the World, and meditate on the closeness of your celestial mother. Feel her love and concern for your well being that has moved her to take this action.

For in entering creation, Marya briefly sets foot upon the wheel of incarnation. In a fallen world, perfection walks to bring our deliverance. She suffers the pains of pregnancy and labor with out the grief that death may await her or her babe on the moment of delivery. Marya has become one with us, she knows our hopes and dreams. She knows our sorrows and losses. She knows us in a way that no intimate companion of this world can. She sees our true callings in this world and gently encourages us to reach for them. She comforts us as only a loving mother can as we struggle in this world.

And yet, her greatest act of love is yet to come.

The Star of Hope

 Dear Reader,

If you are reading the Clear Recital: CDV, you will find an accounting of how the Bright Mother moves through creation cloaked in the shadows of the second night. Above her is a star that grows brighter as she draws closer to her destination, the Cave of the World. This star is the star of Hope. It bespeaks the promise of the Holy Daughter to permanently fix reunion with the Bright Mother.

This causes all the children of Déa to remember themselves and put aside their striving against each other and to journey to the Cave of the world, but one. The Dark Queen weeps and laments how she has defiled herself and how unworthy she feels to approach the Bright Mother for forgiveness. Torn between her frenzied rage and her deep grief, the Dark Queen descends farther into madness and deeper into the pit of Khear in an attempt to flee the gentle light of the star of Hope. But, even into the eternal blackness of the pit of Khear, the light of the star of Hope shines. For where does hope shine brightest but in the places of despair and grief.

Veiled Witch Video: The Conception of the Holy Daughter

 Dear Reader,

Tomorrow is the holiday commemorating and celebrating the conception of the Daughter of the Bright Mother. This week's video is a reading from the Clear Recital: Children of Déa Version of that event.

I did not plan for a week to go by. Oiy.

Life caught up with me between appointments and catching this blasted cold, it's been bananas over here. That said, there's been some requests for devotional fiction. As we know, in fiction lies truths that we can not speak. I will be posting a video a bit later, but here is a story of the First War, as mentioned in the Children of Dèa Version of the Clear Recital. I hope you enjoy. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The Celestial Janyati watched as Sai Vikhë set up a loom. It's frame was made of bone. The warp was the sinews of the dead. The warp weights were the heads of dead warriors. Her shuttle was an arrow and the weft was the guts of the dead. Sai Kala walked about the loom with fascination. Sai Werde frowned as Sai Maia wept.

"Sister," Sai Mati said, "What madness is this?"

"Something necessary," Sai Vikhë answered grimly. As she picked up the arrow and threw it through the open warp, in the worlds below something previously unknown began to stir. Sai Vikhë closed the first shed and opened the second. It seemed as though the worlds below groaned under a great weight. "She must rise before she falls," Sai Vikhë said, though her explanation confused Sai Mati, the wisest of them. Sai Thamë heaved a sigh of sorrow and reached to stop her sisters from interrupting Sai Vikhë.

"Must it be so soon?" Sai Thamë asked, "Can we not wait a little longer?" Sai Vikhë shook her head, tossing her black hair about her with the vigor of the motion.

Sai Sushuri gasped and put her delicate hands over her mouth as Sai Vikhë wove faster and gore began to drip from her weavings. Sai Sushuri turned and hid her face against Sai Raya's shoulder, desperately willing the image to leave her mind. Sai Raya watched all of this with a solemn expression as she ran a hand soothingly along her younger sister's back. "How long until it is finished?" Sai Raya asked, knowing what Sai Vikhë was fashioning.

"With the dark of the moon," Sai Vikhë answered, "And the earth turns to iron as snow falls for the first time."

"That is too close to when ..." Sai Raya started to say when Sai Candrè approached with a heavy veil over her and a dark shawl swathed about her body.

"It grows cold, even here," Sai Candré. The clouds about them began to form tiny, perfect crystals that floated down towards the worlds below as Sai Vikhë threw her arrow/shuttle through the topmost shed. Sai Vikhë turned to Sai Kala. Sai Kala put a pair of shears into the gore slicked hand. As Sai Vikhë cut the gruesome thing she had woven from its horrific frame, it changed. It turned into a gauzy fabric the color of fresh blood.

"You worked mischief this night," Sai Candré said grimly.

Sai Vikhë turned to her sisters with the fabric in her hands. "Behold, my sisters, the Flag of War. Fashioned to place one who reached too high into their proper place. This shall be my banner and arms. All who march upon the road of bones and answer to the beat of the war drums shall be under it's sign. Ever on will I bear this for my Enemy has taken their place. Our first battle is long in coming but not long enough."

Upcoming recovery period.

 Dear Reader,

The challenge of NaBloPoMo kinda burned me out. I'm taking today and the next two days as a recovery period before I start posting more frequently again. In the meantime, I hope that all of you have a lovely day.