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My Creation Myth
Ivy Fisher Heiman
Whenever a soul slips from this human form in it’s earthly realm, this often called “veil of tears” I try to remember that a soul is energy. Measurable, detectable energy. It does not disappear but transforms.
As the energy transforms it snaps and sparks and twinkles and spirals.... Particles touching... keep their from, forgetting they’ve lost the boundaries.
Good and comforting to stay close. Close to the known, close to the love... lingering for a time, for in time as the spiral circles higher and wider... twinkling sparks find others and mix, and again transform widening the spiral, circling to fill the cauldron of the Goddess.
The Blessed Lady stirs the cauldron, stirs the particles, stirs the ancient memories. Mixing lives and legends and love until one day one minute one instant the Lady takes Her dipper filled with the sparkling stuff. The particulate energy, the life force, the twinkle in a father’s eye, the longing in a mother’s heart. A sacred promise poured into a new being, a precious container. A new beginning. The circle of life complete.
And so it is.