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Posted: December 14th. 2004 3:40:03 PM
In the beginning
Age Group: Adult
In the beginning there was nothing, a vacuous darkness, void. The Stars were yet to cast their sparkling brilliance; the Suns were yet to be born. All was Silence.
This solitude was endured as our Mother, the Creatryx, grew, ripened. Coalesced Her strength, ruminating, waiting…
The darkness was a thick pool, a liquid spanning the contours of what is now known as the universe, an infinite space, Her cauldron. It was the life force of Wombyn. A fluid viscous full of the first seeds of the Earth’s conception.
When the Creatryx stirred up the idea of Earth from Her simmering cauldron, She began it with a single stone. It was into this stone She imbued Life and Her Great Spirit.
From the darkness of Her womb, She derived the fertile soil of Creation, which She cast upon the stone. She then swallowed this seed and silently meditated…until its purpose was revealed.
Upon rising from deep within the subconscious of Her being, She infused the seed with all of Her wisdom, all of Her power and all of Her Love.
With a single deep breath She gave birth to Gaia, Her daughter, the Earth. The blood and sweat of Her efforts became the Moon and Sun, tides to balance Gaia’s passions. Her tears, the Stars to illume the heavens above the new Earth and keep silent vigil over Her newborn child.
As daughter Earth experienced the pangs of her becoming, her shifting temperaments spawned great volcanoes, blazing fire and vast tectonic rumblings.
Gaia’s passionate spirit in its youthful intensity split the new fledged Earth into various continents, diverse landscapes reflecting Her many characters and great chasms, infinitely deep.
Eons passed as Gaia matured. Slowly, She grew lonely. She had explored every crevice and surface of her young body and upon finding much joy, was saddened by Her solitude.
A feeling of emptiness overcame Her and She cried. First a slight trickle, then flood upon flood of tears, she wept. Gaia, in Her loneliness quelled the volcanoes and blazing fires and filled the great chasms, which became oceans, the many crevices and fissures transformed into sparkling lakes, raging rivers and bubbling streams.
The Earth was transformed.
A newfound peace overcame Her.
Yet still alone, musing, Her soul dreamed into existence algae and plants, fish big and small and sea creatures to inhabit the new oceans…and Mermaids, as keepers of the Sacred Waters.
Slowly, after millennia, the abundant life in the waters grew curious of the world above and tentatively began to peek out at the unknown landscape. Gaia had grown and flourished. Her surface a lush terrain of forests, deserts, caves and mountains. Many creatures, bold and adventurous, ventured out of the waters onto the land.
Those who stayed to explore this new reality changed as well. Some grew wings to explore the radiant sky, others sprouted legs on which to move and travel great distances. Some, not wanting such separation from the Mother remained legless, wingless, gliding over the new Earth, serpentine.
Such is how animals came to be, adapting in their travels on the Earth. Changing to suit the many landscapes, wanting to tread lightly upon their Mother.
Nature and Life flourished. Symbiotic relationships developed, new life evolved ever increasingly endowed with Gaia’s Spirit and Love. Gaia, Earth and Creatryx, endowed Her creatures with Her fundamental aspects. Masculine/Feminine, complimentary and magnetic to generate life through Love.
The Mermaids watched in awe from the oceans at Gaia’s transformations, overcome with pride and reverence at their Mother’s creation. As keepers of the Sacred Waters, some Maids longed for the great honor of being guardians of the land above.
Feeling Her children’s longing, Gaia granted passage to nine of Her sea-bound daughters to dwell on the land and be the caretakers of Earth. Nahemah, Lily, Eva, Mari, Diana, Moerae, Syra, Rhea and Anna-Maya. These were the first corporeal Wombyn, mortal embodiments of Gaia.
They walked many miles, observing, delighting in the wonders of the Earth. Trees so tall, they seemed to caress the heavens. Flowers, ferns, lush grasses, radiant with life and vibrant color. Creatures of all shapes, sizes and demeanors. From playful felines, all eyes and plush furs, to great, regal elephants, legs like sturdy trunks and leathery skin. As the Wombyn journeyed, various animals, custodians of particular regions, would accompany them through the land they inhabited to pass on their wisdom; where to find food and shelter or which path to take to lessen their hardship. Warning of poisonous plants, territorial creatures or hidden dangers.
As the Wombyn learned the shape and character of their new home and developed much love and reverence for those who aided them on their journey, they pledged to one another to establish a niche of their own that was respectful and unobtrusive.
After months traversing the lands, they came upon a lush valley ripe with fruit, flowers, fresh water and sheltering trees. The Wombyn bathed, rested and ate of the tender fruit. Once their hunger was sated and their weary bodies rested, it was quickly decided this place would be their home.
They called to Gaia in gratitude and joy, for inspiration and strength as they began to assemble an encampment and till the soil. Much work needed to be done and the Wombyn, strong and proud, faired well in their labors.
As time passed, though the Wombyn were content in themselves and with each other, a void was felt. All around them was new life. The animals courting and bearing little ones each spring. They yearned for that magnetic, creative love and the joy it produced... companionship, family, completion.
Nahemah invoked the Goddess, Gaia, sharing her and her sisters’ sorrow, entreating they be blessed with the gift of companionship and family. To be allowed to extend their devotion to Her across the lands through their offspring; to ensure their guardianship of the Earth would last forever.
Pleased with Her daughters’ accomplishments and softened by their pure hearts, Gaia molded nine beings from the clay by the river to be their compliment and companions. She named them man, after the moon, so they would be ever reminded of Her, their Mother.
The Wombyn were overjoyed. With the help of the men they built a village and a sacred space to honor the Mother. They taught their partners the cycles of nature, the symbols, omens and patterns that were their world and their survival. Joyously, they had many children.
This was the birthplace of humanity.
Author's Notes: Not exactly a poem... but my first creative endevour in a LONG time... It makes me happy, hopefully it will make you happy too.
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