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In my Path we see the God and Goddess each as having 4 aspects. Invocations to the 8-Fold God/dess
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I am the Maiden. I rise from the depth of darkness to bring new life to Earth. I am the crocus peeking through the snow, and the courage to strive ever upward toward the Light. I am the bright blush of innocence unfolding within you; laughter bubbling forth like spring thaw. I am the butterfly dancing across the meadow; the finch singing exultation; the freedom of being truly Self. Yet all goddesses are one Goddess. . . I am the Lover. I am the liquid thrill of the pipes that causes the sap to rise within you. I am the pollen, faery dust gilding that sets the woodlands aglow, beckoning you deeper. I am the grain thrusting proud and green from the earth. I am the seed of the first harvest, the power of a love great enough to sacrifice all that Life may continue and the Wheel turn on. Yet all gods are one God . . . I am the Father. I am the golden orb which helps you to illume your inner essence. I am the breeze whispering eternal knowledge, the limitless horizons unfolding to the probing mind, if you have but ears to listen and a moment to be still. I am the hand that reaches toward you, yet trusts enough to let you make your own faltering steps. Yet all gods are one God . . . I am the Mother, pregnant with my own self-expression. In my joy I become full and round until I can contain no more. And as Life must will out, I push forth that which I have held inside, bringing bounty into the world. I am the flowing of lava, creating new land, even as I destroy that which has gone before, I am the flame of passion that causes sparks to leap between our hands and the hearthfire that warms the heart and sustains the spirit. Yet all goddesses are one Goddess. . . I am the Matron. I am the lapwing leading the fox away from the nest. I am the she-wolf defending the den of my sister, that the pups may grow and thrive. I am the pruning knife which trims that which serves us no longer, letting our bindings float away, drifting like leaves on the wind. I am the power of words to separate, threshing wheat from chaff, truth from un-truth. Yet all goddesses are one Goddess. . . I am the Warrior. I am the heat of the brush fire, conquering all within my reach. The raging flame of passion that consumes, giving you the courage to achieve that which you most desire. I am the spark of need, which drives us towards the stars, jumping the fire-brakes to enforce my will upon the world. And though I may leave seeming barrenness in my path, some seeds require heat to sprout to fullness. Yet all gods are one God . . . I am the Hunter. I am the arrow that seeks true to the heart. I am the stag running from the chase, drawing the bowsman to the tangled reaches of the forest. I am the door of the dolmen, beckoning forward. I am the mystic, measuring fear against understanding, and finding the price worth the dare. I am the stumbling shadowing fear, yet I journey forward, trusting that a thread of silver shall guide me through. I am the crux of darkness which leads into light. I am the shed of snakeskin, giving away to death, that life be renewed. Yet all gods are one God . . . I am the Crone. I settle the hoar-frost of my cloak upon the Earth, that all may find quiet and rest. I am the still of the scrying pool in which you may reflect and gain understanding. I am the ice which preserves, yet locks into form. I am the bone chilling waters that threaten to drag you under whence you chance upon thin ice. In my depths, tomb becomes womb, ending becomes beginning and all is transformed. Yet all goddesses are one Goddess. . . .
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