The Yearly Myth Cycle of the Goddess
By Grian DeBandia
Within the chill of Midwinter the aging Goddess labors in childbed. Her cries are those of the Earth itself, frozen in the silence of winter's slumber. She fights to bring her child into the world. Her sisters, the Maiden and the Mother, attend to her as midwives, speaking in soothing tones and wiping her forehead lovingly. They have all, in turn, carried this child. Only the Crone, with the help of her sisters, can bring the pregnancy to completion. They have come to be together for the first time all year to witness this special birth.
The Crone's wrinkled face contorts and she clenches her tired eyes in a final effort. Suddenly the laboring woman's cries are quieted and a child enters the world. Tears of joy spread like a wave around the room. The child is the Goddess reborn, the culmination of a year's worth of work and the total sum of the three aspects in one.
The three Goddesses care for the infant fourth within the realms of the Otherworld, nurturing her in simple peace until the Spring Equinox. At this time she becomes a woman, ready to leave the Otherworld and choose a mate. As the fires of the spring festivals are lit another seed is planted in the Goddess' womb.
The Maiden is the first to carry the Child of Completion, free from responsibility, and free to love anyone she chooses. She carries no judgment and learns to accept personal responsibility for her actions and words. She is the pure essence of freedom. Her heart grows with her womb, filled with love for all life.
At the peak of the Sun's light the Maiden becomes the Mother, full of compassion and ready to nurture the changing child inside of her. She continues to love, keeping her mate close to her at this time of growth, drawing on his energy to feed her spirit and her heart.
When the harvest comes, and autumn with it, the Mother becomes the Crone and loses her mate in sacrifice. She mourns, hiding herself away and waiting by her hearth. She calls on the power of her ancestors, drawing on those who have come before her and recalling their lessons. She rocks in her chair, reliving the times of her life and reflecting upon the wisdom she has gained. She now has the knowledge to be the Portal of Transformation, the Vessel of Completion.
As the Sun edges towards its lowest point the Crone feels the first stirrings of the child within her womb and the cycle begins again.