Today’s task was to light an orange candle, stand facing northeast, do the Maiden Goddess magical pass (hands and fingers forming a V over the groin), and recite the following prayer to invoke the Maiden Goddess:
“By Persephone and Pandora
By Ariadne and Athena
By Brigid and Branwen
And the countless names of power
By crescent moon and horn
Come ye Maiden Goddess
Thy holy rites reborn!”
-Timothy Roderick, Wicca: A Year and a Day
I performed the task but added to it an offering of incense as my Hellenistic training is such that I never approach any god empty-handed. I stood facing northeast and chanted the prayer three times. I then sat facing northeast and chanted the last three lines of the prayer over and over until I felt a quiet come over me.
In the background, the music I use to put me in a spiritual mindset was playing. When my chanting subsided, the song was an instrumental version of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.” In my mind’s eye I saw the Maiden Goddess and the young God dancing in an ethereal meadow that was before any other thing. I saw their relationship as complex, perhaps even uneasy at first, yet with deep, abiding love. I thought of Hera and Zeus and how, despite popular conception, and despite their enduring rows, they were deeply in love and whose love-making shook all the stars and all the heavens.
The song changed and I saw the Maiden Goddess building the universe star by star. All that is was once thought and each star she brought forth in the palm of her hand was her thought, manifested. She let the star spin there, gathering its own light, then blew softly upon it to send it out into the ether the way one would blow upon a dandelion head to scatter the seeds.
I saw her look at me and wink.
Creation is not reserved only for motherhood.