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The Way of the Goddess

Though the foolish fear Her name
The work goes on and the secret survives
For the Priestess of the Moon is Witch
And all that She is will continue
For without Her, Earth would weep
And the Night would never understand
And so it would cease to be.
She is the Spiral of Life,
The Oceans, the Rivers, The falling of dew.
She is the Corn at Harvest
And the birth of Birds.
She is the Wind on the Mountains,
And the Spiders Web at Dawn.
All things of Beauty are Her Name,
For She is the Reflection of the Goddess,
Of all Living Things,
And if She could not continue,
Then all Hope would cease to Be.


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The Many Faces Of Goddess




Mother and Creatrix
The Goddess Creation Myths


Gaea

Gaea (or Gaia or Ge) is a well-known ancient Greek Deity, the most ancient Whose name has survived. In recent years, Her name has been adopted by scientists and environmentalists under the Gaea Hypothesis, which postulates that the Earth and its entire biosphere is a living, self-regulating organism.


Before time, there is only Chaos. Formless, heavy mixes with light, darkness with bright, earth and air and fire and water, undifferentiated. Then Gaea creates Herself. She pulls Her being from primal Chaos by the force of Her will. She wills Herself into existance. Gaea separates the heavy and the light, the dark and the bright, the elements of earth and air and fire and water. The lighter She sets above, the heavier below. From fire She forms the sun and stars. From the heavier She forms the planets. From the heavier She creates a form for Herself and calls it Earth. Air settles around Her in a warm, blue blanket. Water fills Her low places, salty and fresh. Clouds form, and rain falls. Earth grows moist and from Her depths Gaea brings forth trees and shrubs, vines and herbs. Animals of all variety are born, called forth by Gaea: deer and bear, bird and mouse, horse and pig. She populates Her seas and lakes and rivers with fish of all kinds, and crabs and urchins and dolphins and jellyfish.


Gaea looks upon Her creation, and is glad. For uncounted time, Gaea is joyful in Her creation. She watches mountain slopes green in spring. She watches mountain peaks glisten with winter's snow. She listens to the mating song of birds and the undersea song of the whale. She feels the unsteady tread of sleepy bear steps as winter melts into spring. She smells the tangy scent of berries carried by autumn winds.


Gaea is joyous with Her creation. She desires to share it with another like Herself. And so She calls forth another, molding Him of fire and of air. Uranus She calls Him, son and lover. And Gaea discovers new joys with Her creation.







The Song of the Goddess

I am the great Mother, worshipped by all creation and existent
prior to their existence. I am the Primal Female Force,
Boundless and Eternal
I am the Chaste Goddess of the Moon, and the Lady of Magick.
The winds and moving leaves sing My name

I wear the Cresent Moon upon my brow
And my feet rest upon the Starry Heavens
I am mystery yet unsolved
And a path newly set upon.
I am a field untouched by the plow.
Rejoice in me and know the fullness of Youth.

I am the Blessed Mother, gracious Lady of the Harvest
I am clothed with the Deep Cool wonder of the Earth
And the gold of the fields heavy with grain.
By me, the tides of Earth are ruled; All things come
To fruition according to my season
I am refuge and healing
I am the life-giving Mother, wondrously fertile.

Worship me as the Crone,
Tender of the unbroken cycle of Death and Rebirth.
I am the Wheel, the shadow of the Moon.
I rule the tides of women and men,
And give release and renewal to weary souls.
Though Darkness of Death is my Domain
The joy of Birth is my Gift.

I am the Goddess of the Moon, the Earth, the Seas.
My names and strengths are manifold.
I pour forth Magick and Power, Peace and Wisdom.
I am the eternal Maiden, Mother of all, and Crone of Darkness
And I send you blessings of unlimited Love.

From Wicca a guide for the Solitary Practitioner Scott Cunningham