So, the
homework assignment that I gave to the girls was this:
Think
and write out what you see, what you feel, what you imagine when you think of
the God and the Goddess.
My intent was that they would possibly create
a stronger, more familiar bond with them by utilizing the information/imagery
they created. I did it too, of course and here’s what I imagined~.
My
Goddess
Her eyes are what stand out to me the most. They’re
a soft green full of golden flecks, reminding me of mint and copper. Her skin
is smooth, a marble pattern, pale with splotchy freckles. Her lips are full,
her upper lip giving the impression of a permanent pout. The bridge of her nose
is broad and almost flat, its tip rounded off and flanked by equally round
nostrils. Her hair falls in wild waves of orange, darkest at the roots and
almost white at its tips. Her ears are large and poke out from between the
sheets of her hair some times. When she’s nervous or worried, she tucks it behind
them and fidgets with her fingers. She has curves reminiscent of waves; a large
bust, broad hips, thick thighs, sloped shoulders, a long neck, and dainty hands
and feet.
Depending on her mood, her eyes may become
more green, or adversely, more golden-orange. Orange being when she’s feeling
sensual, a mixture of the two being happy, a paler mint being when she’s upset
or shocked, and an intense green when she’s angry. Her hair changes with her
moods as well. When she’s serious, it flattens out and lays heavily, but when
she’s excited or feeling light-hearted, it curls and bounces, defying gravity.
Depending upon the season or the day, she’ll
decorate her skin with something like henna. The patterns can range from simple
to elaborate. Her clothing is white at the peak of day and shimmers golden, but
as the moon rises, it grows darker and shimmers with silver flecks. It covers
her modestly and flows freely. A gentle wind follows her movements and caresses
her every shape. Her nails on her fingers and her toes are all a deep, rich
brown. She decorates her hair with roots, or leaves, or flowers, or even fruits
some of the time. Animals will follow her at a distant, respectful and protective
unless she calls to them. Water will ebb and flow at her toes. Everything she
touches seems to pulse with recognition, dead or alive.
She loves to climb trees and roll in the
grass, to swim in the ocean and dance in the rain, to tease the clouds and
chase the wind. She smiles easily and will take your hand in hers often. She’s
affectionate and nurturing. She’s easily swept up into her emotions and can
often be taken by guilt when she can’t offer assistance to a situation. She
loves deeply and believes strongly in its truest forms, and this is why it
pains her so deeply when she sees that love can be sparse. She’ll do everything
that she can for you and visits with her earthly children daily/nightly. She,
however, takes on a more serious nature during the night and becomes a protectress
while her lover sleeps. She most resembles the crone in these hours and can be
a fierce queen.
Some days she dreams of escaping her ethereal
bindings to look for something more or to live as her children do, to evade the
weights of knowing and seeing so much. She needs her children as much as we
need her. She believes wholly that we should treat/see her as a friend and a
mother, not as some untouchable being. She desires respect and communication,
but abhors fear being a factor in either.
I call her Cybil or Reeve.
My God
He has thick, low set brows. His hair is a dark
chocolate brown, is brushed back and falls near his jaw line, with a short tail
that tapers down just below his shoulders. He has strong facial features; a broad
jaw that angles down into a wide chin, a sharply defined nose, pierced ears
that press to the sides of his head, and lips that sit firmly. He has stubble
that he sometimes leaves to grow out. His eyes are his softest feature. They’re
empathetic and watchful, a striking stone grey. His skin is a golden bronze
color and completely unmarked, save for a mark over his heart where his skin is
pale as if a light has bleached it from within. His hands are rough and large,
as are his feet. The hair on his forearms, lower stomach, and legs is curly and
lighter than the hair on his head.
At the beginning of the year, his antlers are
small, newly growing, but as time progresses they become larger and branch out.
At the end of the year, he saws them off so that they may grow again. Like the
goddess, when he is serious, his hair will lay flat. When he’s riled up, his
hair will rise up in straight little spikes, almost, as if he were a cat, and
it will move freely as if untouched by gravity. When he’s happy, his hair is
wavy and lightly curled, moving similarly to when he’s riled up. His eyes may
go from a deep ocean blue to an almost-white grey. They become a more intense
blue as he becomes angrier.
He wears little to no clothing, sometimes donning
just a robe which drapes from his shoulders and sweeps to his right hip
modestly. He is a sensuous man, but also like an older brother. At times, he
may border on overly-protective and almost too fatherly, but that comes with
the circumstance. He sets high standards for us and when we fail to meet them,
he may become disappointed, but he encourages us to do better as well. His
emotions strongly govern how he acts, though you wouldn’t know it from his
outward appearance, only telltale signs giving away his inner thoughts, such as
a nibble of his lip, or a tendency to hover over you as you do something.
Unlike the Goddess, he becomes tired at the
end of the day and will sleep a few hours each night. Wherever the Goddess
goes, he’ll follow protectively, carefully monitoring the situation as she
plays. As such, his typical seriousness can be broken by her, and she’ll coax
him into playing along. His voice is low and his laughter is heavy, something
that echoes in your chest and makes you shiver. He can be a tempest at times, fierce and
overbearing, but he can be a prankster and an imp at others. He favors
consistency and the Goddess’s temptation to flee responsibility worries him
some of the time, as he craves stability. He acts as a pillar for all who need
it, including her, and will fight for what he believes is right.
Stone beneath him quivers and hardens, trees twist
and stretch toward the sky at his touch, vines grow rampant as he passes, and
the wind flits fretfully about him. He is life, he is pure energy, he is
constant. He is the force that quickens –and slows– the flow of our veins. He
is a brother, a lover, a father. He is in everything that the light caresses,
and a guardian to all within the shade.
I call him Magus or Orion.
Are they anything like you imagine them?
To me, religion in general is just a larger scale, much more complicated way of meditating. We use imagery and stories to focus our energy, our intent, and with that added focus, it makes it easier to attain our goals. For example, someone might strive to be a better person so they don't go somewhere less than desirable when they pass on to the next life, right?
The God and Goddess are one more of these tools which we implement to focus our goals, to help us concentrate and think more clearly. They're our internal role models. -- Now, don't cry blasphemy. That's just how I think about it all. I'm not saying the God and Goddess aren't real, per se, but I like to keep it as, "I believe in the potential for greater things/beings." This imagery that I've conjured up is my tool.
Does that make sense? I always have the hardest time trying to explain my point of view on that particular subject, haha... Hopefully I haven't offended anyone. I look at things in a more pyschological sense, I suppose is what it comes down to? Sigh. Yeah!
Whelp! I've said what I wanted to say.
Blessed be, friends.
Humbly,
Shannon Grey
