11.7.10 OURANIA, GODDESS OF THE MOON

Behold the velvetine depths of Night's all-consuming shroud: endless, unfathomable darkness pierced only by the twinkling light of ephemeral stars and the gaze of the ever-shifting Moon. Mysteries reveal themselves among lingering shadows and revelatory wisdom hides in slivers of silvered argent light. This is the realm of the Thrice-Blessed Goddess, She who is called Trisagia: the places in between and the wonder at what could be.

To Her come the mystics and scholars, outsiders and idealists, called by the moonlit path to join those for whom transformation of the world is secondary to transformation of the self. As lesser miracle follows greater, so does imagination portend discovery and inspiration grant wisdom of the universe within and the world without. For the alternative to Change is not only Death, but End. These tenets of She who is both waxing brilliant and waning reflective guide all who would follow Her, a bestowal of eyes eternally seeking over sighting.

Maiden, Matron, and Crone, Ourania possesses epithets to equal the numbered constellations themselves. She is at once kind and cruel, honest and deceptive, warm and cold, saviour and curse. She is the weaver of Fate. She is the hand that severs its string. These are the faces of the Moon, She who forever watches far above.