Alone, awesome, complete within herself, the Goddess, She whose name cannot be spoken, floated in the abyss of the outer darkness, before the beginning of all things. And as She looked into the mirror of black space, She saw, by her own light, her radiant reflection, and fell in love with it. She drew it forth by the power that was in Her and made love to Herself and called Her “Miria, the Wonderful.” Their ecstasy burst forth in the single song of all that is, was, or ever shall be, and with the song came motion, waves that poured outward and became all the spheres and circles of the worlds. The Goddess became filled with love, and She gave birth to a rain of bright spirits that filled the worlds and became all things, all beings. But in that great movement, Miria was swept away, and as She moved out from the Goddess She became more masculine. First she became the Blue God, the gentle, laughing God of love. Then She became the Green One, rooted in Earth, the spirit of all growing things. At last she became the Horned God, the hunter whose face is the ruddy Sun and yet as dark as Death. But always desire draws him back to the Goddess, so that He circles Her eternally, hoping to return in love. All began in love, all seeks to return in love. Love is the law, the teacher of wisdom, and the great revealer of mysteries.
