HERA AND ZEUS:
By Lady Svetlana of Feraferia.
Image by Fred Charles-McLaren Adams

The far northern and southern regions of high mountainous realms of earth are mantled with glistening caps of snowy petals in the frigid expanses of our grandmother Gaia, while the liquid domains of Selene are glassed with ice crusts of frozen water.

All is still, but in the distance a crackling sound is heard, commingled with pealing innuendos of laughter. It is the receding jollity and subsiding merriment of grandfather Frost as he scatters his mighty herd of caribou. It is the silver sounding mirth of Snow Maiden as she tickles the formal attire and serious mein of the Emperor Penguin.

The sun has set. In the north temperate zones, people gather solemnly in gothic splendor at the great megalithic edifices and sacred shrines of renowned beauty, to await Hyperion after the longest night of the year. The wintery panorama of Ouvrania commences with a display of giant bonfires that shall act as beacons on hill tops to intensify the "Energia of the Leys". These straight tracks were used by shamankas, megeias, and sorceresses of old to follow them "straight on" as they lift their bodies unto the astral or spirit dimensions. The roads in Britain still have those markings, "straight on, dead slow", for the souls of the dead also follow these lines when they go to the land of the gods after death.

It is a rare nocturnal delight, for ideally the moon should be full and at her highest sweep by contrast to the close proximity of the sun to the horizon. We gather at the most northern point of the Califia -Thalalia Track - the glorious Punta Loba of Mother Rhea and Father Kronos to perform the invocation that shall light the skies for a brief, but memorable moment, and render visible the great divinities of the Yule Season. For such is my revelation since my name, Zeus, means "to flame up".

The thunderous lightning previews the quiet lightening of Helios at daybreak. But now the people tremble in the dark from the chill of night and with anticipation of the triumvirate couples brightening, for the clouds have obscured Selene from view.

The priestess and priest perform a grand rite of world frames and as all mystai send choruses of rapt voices echo and reach their energies along the straight track of Califia - Thalalia that starts from Punta Lobos through Santa Luisa, Santa Barbara, Santa Catalina, and ends at Punta Banda. The skies suddenly open. We are transfixed as we behold Gaia and Uranos, deities of earth's extension into the far reaches of space that glitter before us in royal splendor. They infuse the geosphere with cosmic forces and recharge all of the landscape-lines of holy earth - the dragon paths, the underground and over grounds, the ecotones and seres with sensual streaming of the galactic sisterhood.

The violet hues redden into marvelous magenta. The images transform into the divine splendor of mesocosmic proportions - Rhea of Tundra and Kronos of Taiga and their holy realm of the sacred planetary core as the fundament of the biosphere. Below the ground seeds comfortably tucked away, …sleep soundly till they stretch their roots in the primeval thaws of coldness. As Rhea and Kronos rekindle the fires on mountain peaks and high points, we are warmed at heart and overwhelmed by their gift of peak experiences. For an instant time stands still within as it shall without at the solstitial moment. Eternity briefly intrudes upon progression, endurance upon duration and we float in the now. Yet, we are the once and future beings. Here, now and then, now and forever.

Abruptly dark clouds conceal this second Epiphany, and the lightning clashes over and over again while thunderous roars follow like hounds, shadowing upon the heels of their mistress. It is in the midst of this tumultuous display, with a deluge of water blasting cliffs and palisades and with a horrendous sweep of wind, twisting the already gnarled shapes of Monterey pine and cypress that Hera -Akraia and Zeus - Lykaios appear on their White wedding stone, the foundation of their Hieros Gamos. She wears a wreath of asterion, river of stars topped with a star sapphire while Zeus is crowned with topaz conifer needles sprouting from rubies and garnets. Their scintillating white robes are enhanced by an opulent dark green brocade cape for Hera and a rich burgundy cloak for Zeus! They flash benedictions on the realm of human affairs.

As in ancient times, tonight we shall celebrate the gamilia, the sacred marriage of Hera and Zeus. Many damai shall be consummated in ritual unison along the ley lines and other sacred places so that our collective psychic powers are transformed into a chora of eternal delight for the alchemical transmutation of this planet.

The vision of the divine hegemonies vanishes. For a time, we close our eyes and follow the Holy Pairs astrally to the Valley of Saturna.

Sing! "Oh, the valley of Saturna lies high above the earth, yet the high dLffs of Zeus strike a pose in eternity's sunrise."

Mystai, do close your eyes and follow the gods from Punta Loba to Saturna Valley (Yosemite).

The rain now reduces to gentle drops, while in the ancient U - su - ma - te of the Amerindians, snow flakes are caressing the pink cheeks and red noses of our sibling celebrants in this glacier forged Ouvranian meadowland. "Touch the hearts of your sisters, Oh Mystai, as you fly past in eagle splendor. Great valley of the bears, we greet you astrally."

After the passing of the gods, there is much rejoicing in the Valley of the Queen and at Monte Rey Point. We raise our voices in a "hymn to joy" celebrating the resanctification of the land-sky-love-body of Holy Earth.

EVOE THEA, EVOE THEOS, AWEEIYA.

A great feast shall follow and last till dawn when another "metonic cycle" shall commence with the solar return.

EVOE POTNIA KAI POTNIOS - LONG LIVE THE GODDESS - GIVEN GODS!!!

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