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Mother Earth and Sister Moon: A Beltaine Story of Creation
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I have always been drawn to the powers of the Earth. We call her Mother Earth, Earth Goddess, Life Giver and the Great Goddess. We have so many names for her and so many ways to see her.
My Great Grandmother would give me roots, seeds and plants to grow in my own garden each spring. She wanted to teach me to understand and respect the Earth. I loved, even as a child, digging in the dirt and seeing the worms turning in the ground letting me know winter was truly ending.
Each spring, we make a special altar outside as we cleaned the yard from winters disarray. This altar was for the Mother Goddess and to the Great Grandmother of all life. We would build a fire from the branches that had fallen and carefully pick an area that would later be made into a garden.
Once the altar was made, we placed a silver dish filled with water on it. In a wood bowl, we put bird food and corn with some of the fruit left from cellar not used during the winter. At sunset, we would set a light a candle, and give thanks to Grandfather Day and Grandmother Night for bringing life unto the Mother Earth once again.
Today we hear the term Mother Earth used for stressing the need for saving our planet. It is more than our planet; she is also our heartbeat and our survival.
My Great Grandmother was a beautiful, Native American woman. She was only a child when she would marry her husband. He was of French heritage and a Woodsman of the World. In her early years, she would live in the Deep South and later the Ozarks. She would be widowed early in life and left to raise her three children alone. She did so, with pride, honor and with no help from anyone.
Then at an age where many were deciding that they were too old and should just set in a rocking chair and wait for time to pass, she took in a 3-month-old baby. Raising that child with more love than many people ever know in a lifetime, sharing her wisdom and her traditions in ways that allowed dreams and understanding, never speaking that one might be better than the other. This was my Great Grandmother and I was that child.
I never felt I really belonged to any one people or one place. My Great Grandmother had dark hair, dark eyes and dark skin; I was a fair skinned, blond headed and green-eyed pixie child. She spoke three languages, as I worked with one and stumbled to learn another. My Great Grandmother would tell stories of her life as a child, the toils that her family struggled with to escape from captivity and start new lives. I wanted to be a part of that life, I wanted to be like her and look just like she did; but I didn’t.
It was from my Great Grandmother that I would learn that being Native American was not about how you looked, or even the blood that was in your body, it was understanding that the Earth is alive and a part of your heart and a part of who you are. Yes, the Earth is alive and so are the trees, the rocks and even the air we breathe.
As a child, my Great Grandmother would tell me wonderful stories of life, family, nature and magick. Some, like this one, were a mix of her traditions and her life. She would blend her family stories with her personal understanding of life so that I could see beyond what was put before me. The spirit within her stories would help me grow in my understanding of the magick and mysteries all around us.
This is a story of creation. A spring story that would become my Beltaine story of creation … though the time is not found within any moment of time.
In the beginning, there was no land and no water, no stars and no sky. Only a great void filled with all that could be. Living within the void was creation, not yet by name for no words had yet been spoken. Silence was the void.
Then like a whispering wind gentle on a summer night, a sound crossed the great void. Our Grandmother of the Night called to the Grandfather of the Day. “Grandfather, do you see we are alone and have no children our sky is empty and our hearts alone.”
Suddenly, Grandfather Day spoke in a deep thundering voice. “Then we shall have Children, daughters, two daughters.”
Joyfully Grandfather Day and Grandmother Night begin to dance across the great void. As they danced, the void of nothingness began to divide and become sky. Both of day and of night, separate of each other but together as one. Soon their dance of joy called to the stars and planets who also begin to spin in their dance.
As they danced Grandfather Day reached within the planets and picked what he saw as the most beautiful of planet of all. This would be his child of peace and rebirth. She was cool and green as if covered with life ready to be born.
Then, Grandmother Night reached into the stars and pulled from within the most silvery calming of light. But as she watched it she saw it was moving, she saw it was ever changing.
But there was not life, Grandmother Night called to Grandfather Day, “Where is their life, their illumination, their energy.”
Grandfather Day held out his hand with the cool and green planet within it and touched it to the small silvery planet within Grandmothers Nights hand.
With a cracking of sound and bolt of light, the small cool green planet took breath. Upon her was air to breath, water to drink, land to plant and life full of all creatures and form.
The small silvery planet held no life upon her but she dance within Grandmother Nights hand with joy. Her silvery smile was full of peace and power. Her dark face of held a calming renewal within. For what seemed like stillness was giving life and dance within the circle unto her sister as she pulled and give energy.
“Grandfather Day, ” said Grandmother Night, “I call to you to name your children and set them together within the circle dance.”
Grandfather Day thought for a moment and said, “I shall call our silvery daughter of the luminous glow, Moon, for in her changes life shall be reminded of the dance, all cycles will be renewed and reborn.”
Then Grandmother Day said, “I shall name our cool blue and green daughter, Earth; for she shall be Mother of life and death within her seasons.”
Still within the dance, Grandfather Day and Grandmother Night loving and gently placed their children, Earth and Moon, within the sky, always together, drawing energy one to the other for all time.
It was a joyful time but soon the dance slowed, and across the sky came the thunderous voice of Grandfather Day.
“Grandmother Night, now call your stars and planets to keep watch over our children, for we need rest.” Slowly they drew again into the void of existence but always watching Earth and Moon within the circle dance.
Now, each night we can look into the sky and see the planets and the stars. We can see sister Moon as she calls her sister Earth to the dance. And sometimes we can hear Grandmother Night and Grandfather Day talking to their daughters in the rolling thunder as rain cleans the sky, or in night winds song whispering through the trees, reminding us, to take care as we join in the dance of life. For if we do not take care, we can lose our place in the circle and the dance could end.
Time and the ravages of a careless world, have taken so much from the Earth. Unfortunately, many do not understand that what we are losing, is ourselves. We are here to be the protectors of the Earth, dancers within the dance. Mother Earth is not a resource of what we can take from her. She is life and we must give back to her in guardianship for her life and our future. Mother Earth is our only chance for the blessing of time itself.
My Great Grandmother would teach me to respect the Earth. For the Earth is the life giver and the mother of all things. Now as we approach the time of spring and Beltaine, as we seek the energy of renewal and the assurance of new life, may it also remind us that we must learn to walk with the Earth and not upon her.
Have a magickal Spring...
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