[WIP] Origins


(The following is a work in progress, taking inspiration from different sources)


In utter silence royal Darkness rested. All-encompassing. Neither alone nor in company, as it was  all there was and all that shall be. Fate. Nameless, older than the race that invented names. Awe-inspiring and wholesome.

It opened its eyes to see itself, reflected in the mirroring beauty of its own body. And thus splendorous Light was born, illuminating Truth. A radiant reflection of the infinite, opalescent and blinding in its beauty. A blazing star and bright flame, heralding the coming of what we call “day”.

And they, divided for the sake of union, embraced. And from their  passionate Love all of creation sprung forth. Light adorned the body of Darkness with bright jewels and shimmering garments. And their Creation was and is and will always be beautiful.

Enamored with creations beauty and proud beyond measure of what it had helped to bring into existence, Light wanted to to experience it. Light decided to join Nature. It fell and mingled with it.

It clad itself with the colorful  bounties it found, with roots and fur, with dirt and ashes, with bones and blood.   It indwelled the wind and the marrow, the tress and the gallows. Light imbued creation with its blue flame. And Lights children crowned it, two-pronged. Light became the worlds ruler, its controller and comforter. Being Truth, Light  took it upon itself to always dispel wrongdoing and Nature loved its master.

It grew more and more enamored with  the playfulness of creation until one day, glamoured by its beauty, Light forgot its own origin, it started to fear Darkness. It fled.

But Darkness loved splendorous Light dearly and wished  to receive it again into itself, swallowing it up in rapture and delight. Darkness trembled with desire while it  watched Light rule over Live and Death, giving body in its forge to many form.

So Darkness too descended into the world below the empyrean realms it dwelt in. It stripped off the precious jewels and shimmering garments, veil by veil. Seven. It assumed a form most dear to Light and gave itself into the bondage of creation.

Darkness taught Nature its own mysteries, the art of magic and sorcery, always striving for balance.  It taught the  ways of harnessing the powers that indwell creation. The powers bestowed through the star that fell.

Darkness learned the lessons of Life and thus Darkness and Light knew each other again and through  their union Darkness spins fate and Light dutifully turns the wheel. They loved their Children, for all began in Love. And all seek to return to Love, for Love is the law, the teacher or wisdom, and the great revealer of mysteries.

Throughout the ages, Light  has taken many guises and names to teach its virtues  to its children, always emerging from the sacred womb of Night. Whenever they forget about their kinship with each other and with all of creation, the coils of  its serpentine body have risen, never revealing the Light in its blinding entirety. Whenever Truth is lost because of self-made decrees and regulations, it excites  slumbering souls and  kindles within its children the flames of revolution. Despots deem it Devil in their fear.










Inspirational Sources to follow.




A prayer of protection


           .:. A .:. PO .:. TRO .:.

         PA .:. IA

Hearken! Oh gorgonic huntress, night-wandering mistress and enemy of mankind!

For our adversaries are many and their heads have risen!

Come! Averter of evil, working your will from afar!

Serpent girdled and torch-bearing maiden with fire in your eyes!

Welcome! With blood-reddened feet and followed by hungry dogs!

The sound of clashing armor signals your triumphant arrival!

Protect us, oh terrible One from those that wish us ill!

Silence their slandering voices with you earth-shuttering roar!

Turn their rusty weapons against them if they dare to point them at us!

May their neglected ancestors’ retribution find them, for the dishonor they bring upon them!

Kourotrophos! We beg you! Watch out for our children! Hide them from ill-wishing eyes!

May our enemies be blinded by your radiance, oh bright-coiffed flower of the night!

Let their curse-speaking tongues be muted by the bite of your serpents!

It is their own poison I wish them to choke on!

Make barren the soil on which they plant their execrations, oh three-necked Goddess of titanic descent!

May they know your wrath IF they choose to advance ill-mindedly!





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