by Jon Jacks
Sinking as low in the sky as she dared, she bathed Cybela in her most gloriously silvery light; a light more blinding than even that of heavenly fire.
Cybela didn’t fear staring into that glaring light.
She felt, rather, as if she were a part of it.
Instead of being terrified of this heavenly light, Cybela strode confidently out into it, taking both her shadow and her own light with her.
She stepped across the Bright White Plain, towards the Bright White Brow; and leapt over the edge of the Bright White Cliff.
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Within the all-suffusing misty light – this absorption into the most sublime milk – they whirled, it seemed, endlessly through the air, through an endlessly moonlit sky.
The light rippled, as if granted life.
She was the light.
She was its very centre.
They weren’t falling: they were rising.
For the waters of living streams always ascend.
Cybela didn’t resist. She rode up on the waves of light.
She already possessed the Key to The Darkness of Lower Earth.
Great Nature's Key, Key to the Gate of The Ways, the Paths, the Goings of Day and Night, was also hers.
And now, as the White Goddess, as Leucophryne, she also held the Key of The Sea.
As it were, the whole of the Egg.
She rose up to warmly embrace her sisters, her mothers, her daughters: her very self.
She was Goddess once more.
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Chapter 26
Deep within the sphere, worlds flowed, stars spun; and what must be was revealed.
Unwittingly caught up within these whirlings, man ceaselessly seeks the secret that will free him from their serpentine coils.
He weaves his tales, he spins his legends, he laces them all with unpredictable gods; endlessly catching himself up in veils of his own making.
Yet the simple truth is plain for all to see.
Cybela forever looks down fondly upon her child.
Whenever her child calls upon her, whenever that child becomes as one with the spinning of her Great Wheel, then she will be there for this child of her womb.
Indeed, she would rush down to greet that child, blushing saffron in her haste to see and embrace her dearest offspring once more.
Such a fortunate child can truly call her ‘mother’.
To everyone else, though, she can only be the Great Mother Goddess, Dione: ultimate Creator and Shaper of All Things.
For just like Akrourobore, we are Devourers of Our Own Tail – the tale of the Ever-Maiden Goddess Cybela.
End
If you enjoyed reading this book, you might also enjoy (or you may know someone else who might enjoy) these other books by Jon Jacks.
The Caught – The Rules – Chapter One – The Changes – Sleeping Ugly
The Barking Detective Agency – The Healing – The Lost Fairy Tale
A Horse for a Kingdom – Charity – The Most Beautiful Things (Now includes The Last Train)
The Dream Swallowers – Nyx; Granddaughter of the Night – Jonah and the Alligator
Glastonbury Sirens – Dr Jekyll’s Maid – The 500-Year Circus – The Desire: Class of 666
P – The Endless Game – DoriaN A – Wyrd Girl – The Wicker Slippers – Gorgesque
Heartache High (Vol I) – Heartache High: The Primer (Vol II) – Heartache High: The Wakening (Vol III)
Miss Terry Charm, Merry Kris Mouse & The Silver Egg – The Last Angel – Eve of the Serpent
Seecrets – The Cull – Dragonsapien – The Boy in White Linen – Porcelain Princess – Freaking Freak
Died Blondes – Queen of all the Knowing World – The Truth About Fairies – Lowlife
Elm of False Dreams – God of the 4th Sun – A Guide for Young Wytches – Lady of the Wasteland
The Wendygo House – Americarnie Trash – An Incomparable Pearl – We Three Queens – Cygnet Czarinas
Memesis – April Queen, May Fool – Sick Teen