Homework: Imagining

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