The seed dies into the ground. We see the sun rise and set at its deepest, most southerly point of the eliptic perspective we have of its journey around the heavens. But we forget…
It’s we who move around the constant light of the sun. The sun never judges, nor does your heart; it shines love and light continuously.
Each day, the sun never rises or sets. It’s the earth that turns.
In three days time, on Christmas Day, the Belt of Orion points vertically downwards to Sirius, the brightest star in the heavens around which the sun itself travels.
The Belt’s three lights (or Magi) guided to the evening star in the east.
From our perspective, the sun starts its journey back North to the noon day light of the Summer Solistice that casts no shadow.
After 3 days the sun, resurrected, ascends its journey back to the light and will beckon the dormant seed to follow in its path.
Death precedes transformation and rebirth (born again?). Death is the duality of birth. Life is constant and eternal, it has no duality.
My Promise at Solstice
To the father sun, Helios
To the mother earth, Gaia
To the moon goddess and silvery queen of night, Selene
To the Lord of Karma and keeper of time, Chronos
To the protector in the sky, Zeus
To the wielder of the two edged sword of magic lore, who rules with martian might, Ares.
To the goddess of love and beauty, Aphrodite
To He who holds the gold caduceus, Hermes
I pledge my commitment to journey back to the light.
Paul C Burr
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