From: Durwydd Mac Tara Area: Metaphysical To: All 26 Aug 93 13:31:40 Subject: Creation Mystery UpdReq * Original Area: Book_Of_Shadows * Original From: the Bard (93:9500/0) * Original To : All (93:9500/0) The Lord, and the Lady (and the Fool) were lonely. The All was not complete; there was none to keep them company, and laugh with them. There was none to know them, and none to be Their Children. And the Lady said, "Let us go forth and make Life upon the many worlds, that We may have Children, and a Family of Life within the MultiVerse. And let Us make them in Our image, and love and be loved in return." And the Fool laughed, and asked, "Shall it be so?" "No," said the Sacred King. And the Fool asked a second time, and said, "Shall it be so?" "Maybe," smiled the Youth. And the Fool asked a third time, saying, "Shall it be so?" "Yes!" said the Child. And the Fool smiled, and said, "If we do this thing, it shall be a wondrous thing indeed, for we shall make a Creature that shall have the Love of the Lady, and the Strength of the Lord, and a Curiousity to match Myself. It shall know Good and Evil, and Light and Darkness, and That which stands between them, and shall be very near and dear to us. It shall be arrogant, and willful, and cruel, but it shall also be kind, and gentle and loving. It shall be all things, and nothing at all." And the Fool laughed, and asked, "Shall it be so?" "No," said Chaos. And the Fool asked a second time, and said, "Shall it be so?" "Maybe," smiled Trickster. And the Fool asked a third time, saying, "Shall it be so?" "Yes!" said Prometheus. The Fool took up the stuff of stars, that whispers thru the MultiVerse, and mixed it with the dry clay of earth, and mixed the substance thereby made with the waters of the sea, and the tears of the Maiden, and the birth-waters of the Mother, and the spittle of the Crone; wet it was with the blood of the Sacred King, and the sweat of the Youth, and the milk on the lips of the Child. And the Fool laughed, and asked, "Shall it be so?" "No," said the Crone. And the Fool asked a second time, and said, "Shall it be so?" "Maybe," smiled the Maiden. And the Fool asked a third time, saying, "Shall it be so?" "Yes!" said the Mother. And the Fool smiled, and said, "Then let it be so, for I have asked three times, and three times three, and thus it is and so it ever shall be!" The Holy Fool bent, and sank to His knees, and She took the wet clay, wet with the waters of the sea, and the tears of the Maiden, and the birth- waters of the Mother, and the spittle of the Crone; wet with the blood of the Sacred King, and the sweat of the Youth, and the milk on the lips of the Child. And from that clay He made our Brothers and Sisters in Fur, Feather and Scale, and all the growing things. And one thing made of that clay was taken up by the Fool, and placed aside. And the Lady smiled upon Her Lord. And the Fool turned, and It was Prometheus, and shaped the wet clay thing further. Side by side, He made them, that none should stand above the other, but that all should walk as equals and partners, in joy and love. And the Fool turned, and It was Trickster, who shaped us to be curious, and to doubt, and from our doubt and curiousity, to learn, and to laugh. And the Fool turned, and She was Chaos, and placed a bit of Itself within us, that we may change and grow. And the Lord smiled upon His Lady. Man and Woman Prometheus made, and the making and the shaping was as years, and years upon years. And the Fool began to dance. And the Lady began to dance. And the Lord began to dance. They danced Life into the World, the Lady and the Lord, and the Fool. They danced the moon, and stars, and Sun, and all that there is, they danced into being. And they danced Death into the World, for we must close the Circle of our Being, and go forth unto newness. They danced Life and Death, and still They dance, a never-ending, ever-spinning Circle, endlessly spiraling upon itself, and uncoiling to start anew; hand in hand They dance, to a Music They have made, endlessly creating, and endlessly destroying. Thus it was, and so it is, and evermore shall be so! --------------------------------------------------------- ... I love you....you love me....that's how we spread HIV ... 718499927771849992777184999277718499927771849992777184999277718 From: Paul Seymour Area: Metaphysical To: All 26 Aug 93 13:38:58 Subject: 2 Creation Mystery UpdReq * Forwarded from "BOOK_OF_SHADOWS" * Originally by the Bard * Originally to All * Originally dated 25 Aug 1993, 7:41 The Men and the Women were hungry. All about them was the Mother's Bounty, and no way to harvest it. The Fool came, and took of the Earth itself, and mixed it with water, and shaped a Pot. And He took of the Grass, and shaped a Basket, and Nets, and Clothing. And He took wood from the Tree. A straight piece of wood, and he took a stone, the very Bones of the Mother, and shaped it to a point, and fastened it to the wood, and made a Spear. With another stone He made a Hoe, and with another he crafted a Knife, and gave them to the Men and Women. And the Fool spoke, and said, "Look you here at Tools. They give you claws and fangs, and extend your reach longer than any of the Brothers and Sisters-in-Fur, even as high as the stars themselves. They will bring you food, and clothing, and shelter. They are good servants, but poor masters, for they can also be used for War, and War will harm and kill you, and destroy what you have. Learn from Earth, and be wise." The Men and Women were cold, and the winds of Winter blew over them. Ice and snow rushed around them, and they huddled together, fearing. But the Fool came to them, with a new thing. He took wood from the Tree, and the Bones of the Mother, and made a small circle. And with the wood from the Tree He made Fire. And the Men and Women gathered around the warmth, as planets gather around suns, and were glad. And the Fool said, "Look you here at Fire. It is warm and good; a good servant, but a poor master indeed. Learn from this, that some things are good when used correctly, and very bad indeed when used wrongly. For Fire will warm your homes, and cook your food, and do many things for you, but it can harm you, and kill you, and destroy what you have. You will find many things like Fire. Learn from Fire, and be wise." And the Fool took the clay pot, and filled it with Water, and placed therein the meat of the hunt, and the fruits of the Earth. He placed the pot upon the Fire, and the Water rolled and boiled, and the smell was savory to the Men and Women. And the Fool spoke, and said, "Look you here at Water, the Blood of the Mother. It will refresh you, and cool you, and shall be your servant. But mind you do not let it be your master, for it will drown you, and flood you, and harm you and kill you, and destroy what you have. It is soft, but of all things it will wear thru even the hardest object. You will find many things like Water. Learn from Water, and be wise." The Fool sat beside the Fire, and hummed to Himself, and as He hummed He clapped his hands in time, and He made yet another new thing, and called it Song. And the Men and Women took up the Song, and sang, and rejoiced. And the Fool said, "Song is of the Air, of the very Breath you take. Song will comfort you in sadness, and rejoice with you in celebration. Song will weave Words into Magic, and can bend the edges of Reality. Treat it with respect, and do not misuse it, for Song, and Words, can twist and lie and turn you to a harmful way; take away your individuality and turn you to a Mob, that knows not what it does." "You swim in the Air as a Fish swims in Water. Keep it pure, and live. Foul it, and die. It is your choice. And beware of the Storms of the Air, for this insubstantial Element can destroy what you have, and kill you. Learn from Air, and be wise." "Know that I am always with you," sang the Fool. "I am He who Saves, He who Teaches, He who brings Light to the World. I bring peace with one hand, and a sword with the other, that you may not stagnate, but might learn and grow, and attain the very stars in the Heavens." "You will always kill me, in many ways. I have been chained to a rock, and crucified, and burned, persecuted, and hated. I have been banished and slain, but always, always I return to you, and I will not be silenced." "My words will be twisted, and misunderstood, but with each generation you will strive ever closer to That which you reach for, forever striving, forever attaining, and forever changing." "Sometimes I will come in quiet, slipping in and out again before you have known my Presence, and at other times I will come with the sound of trumpets and proclaimations." "But always I will come, and I shall be with you to the End of Time." And one approached, and said, "You have given us Fire, and my daughter has burned her hand therein. Therefore I shall kill you." And he took the Spear, made from the wood of the Tree, pointed with the Bones of the Mother, and thrust it into the body of the Fool, and the Fool smiled sadly, and died. "Will you always do this Teaching, O Fool?" said the Lady. "Assuredly so," replied the Fool, with a smile, "For are they not Our children?" "That they are," said the Lord, "But for how long shall You teach them, and be slain in return?" "For always," said the Fool. And he smiled, and a single tear coursed down His cheek. Thus it was, and so it is, and evermore shall be so! ... Merry meet, and merry part....and Mary Tyler Moore??? ... 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