tinhuvielartanis | A Creation Tale

This was written about 10 years ago for a dedicant's initiation. It's not canon as far as the Tarmian myths are concerned, and really just stands on its own.

I remember well in the ancient realms of Memory the old, old tales from the people of the Goddess Dana and their progeny. They have spoken to me in the breath of the winds that blow across the night sky, in the firm silences of the mountains primeval, in the cascading seas foaming with history, in the crackling rhythm of a balefire wrought in passion. They have spoken to me through the spirits of my dreams and in the words of fantasy turned truth. And so I pass the tale to you of the coming to be of this, our existence, and how we are the sacred ones who must carry and pass on to the others the flame of the story and the beauty of its telling.

Before there was anything at all, there was She Who Dwells in All Things and She was sore lonely and sad that there was naught to commune with save Her vast mind in the darkness of the Void. And so She drifted slowly, Her mind searching for some sign of companionship until She came finally to a surface silver and black, and great in its conjuring. And, looking upon the surface, She saw a face of such overwhelming beauty, She Who Dwells in All Things uttered a song in praise and gave Her reflection sentience and power that it may join Her in the singing and create Song Eternal.

Emerging from the surface, Her companion sang in praise of Her and joined her in the Great Song, and together they danced, She Who Dwells in All Things and Her surface twin, across the expanse of the Void in great joy until it came to be that the surface being grew to love deeply She who had brought her froth from the surface, and sought to merge with Her in the ecstasy of their spirits.

And so it was that their joy became passion and, in their union, the Song grew stronger and flew out across the Void, going further and further through the surfaces and veils, and it gathered mass and matter and soon exploded in the zenith of their lovemaking, creating all that is and all that is yet to be.

Fascinated by their creation, She Who Dwells in All Things and Her companion traveled into its heart to understand its mystery and commune with it. Upon going to that realm, the surface being, being a reflection of She Who Dwells in All Things, and who was Her opposite and Her complement, changed in the new realms and was He Who Dwells in All Things for all time hence. And their love has spanned eternity, as does their ancient song, in constant creation of all that is and all that is yet to be.

Know this, sacred child of Dana: that you are born of love with the song of life upon your lips, and all that you are and all that you will be is determined by your love and the song within your soul. Go now into all creation and make your magicks, sing your songs, and make love in all its sacredness and beauty and, when the time is right for you to pass this flame to another, tell the tale so that the story will not die and so the children may prosper.