Nuhad418
02-21-2007, 02:44 PM
Not poetry...but a playful prose dedicated to Sunna! :mcool:
Sun God to Sun Goddess: An Autofictitiousbiography
My mother held my hand and looked me straight in the eyes. Her soft voice lulled me into an obedient state of complacency. She spoke:
“Don’t look directly at the sun…it will blind you.”
Fair enough.
Fast forward a few years. My nice pale skin shudders under the violent rays emitted by that golden burning globe. My father dives into the lake. I pull my hat down closer to my eyes. I squint my right eye as I tilt my head toward the sun a thought enters my head “Don’t look directly at the sun…it will blind you.” Fair enough. I wade into the water. “Take your shirt off and get some sun.” My instincts kick in; my white skin baulks. Perhaps I will leave my shirt on…and my hat. “Nah, I’m ok like this.” I reply.
Fast forward a few years. My friends are playing catch in a field in Regina. I sit under a shady tree. Sure there are spiders and other crawling chaoses but outside the cool bosom of the shade is that golden orb. They tell me to stop being a pussy and play ball. They play with balls and I’m the one who is a pussy?
Fast forward a few years. Scott Cunningham, Starhawk, the Farrar’s, Margaret Murray, Gerald Gardner tell me the sun is a symbol of “the” god. It wasn’t always seen as a symbol but it is now. The moon, that shadowy other to the sun is a goddess…so is the earth; many goddesses and one or two gods. If I looked at the sun with that unblindable (I realise that isn’t a word) inner eye I could almost see a radiant horned god; except the Horned god is usually and earth god…wait, I thought the earth was a goddess? Strange thing this neo-paganism. I could almost see him. The moon became the haunting sister whispering words I could not understand. Hecate and I then began a rather one-sided relationship. I left offerings and she allowed me to continue “penetrating” the nocturnal secrets of the feminine. “What does the moon mean to a man?” I found myself asking. I have no monthly cycle to relate too. I don’t give birth. Well at the very least I won’t go blind looking at it.
About the same time this guy Crowley introduced a different view of the sun. It was bigger than any sun god. It was bigger than God. It was a symbol of the whole creative drive in the Universe and what’s more, its also a symbol of me…and you…all of us individually, collectively and we as us into Nothingness! Of course he also said not to neglect the sun’s little sister the moon-from goddess to little sister. That sun was huge; too huge for me. Crowley designed rituals to attune to the sun but after years of practicing it I felt nothing. The Egyptian gods (though Crowley indicates they are not really the Egyptian gods) said nothing to me; their sun, my sun, did not speak to me.
Now the sun has become a goddess for me and the moon is a beautiful natural occurrence. The Norse saw the sun as the goddess Sol (or Sunna). Mani, god of the moon, holds little relevance in Norse myth (save for the fact that he is devoured by Hati at Ragnarok). In this Canadian climate, winter is cold. The sun gives much adored and much desired warmth—a mother’s warmth, a goddess’ warmth.
Today my alarm went off. 5:47 am. The radio blahblahed on and told me that it would be -23 but with the wind chill (what it will really feel like on exposed skin due to the wind factor) it would feel like -32. I showered (well other stuff too…but we don’t need all the details) and got dressed. I put on one jacket. I put on a second jacket. I put on my parka. I put on my toque then flipped the hood from jacket two over my toque (that’s the only way that I can get to the next step). Nearing then end of my daily preparation I fasten the wind snaps around my waste and affix the Velcro that seals the portion of the parka that goes around my neck. I put my gloves on and walked out. Its dark, about 20 min before the sun rises. It takes me about 25 minutes to walk to work. As I draw near to my building the sun peaks over the horizon. I stop and look, not too long and not too hard (I don’t want to go blind). My conditioned mind begins to recite “Hail unto thee who art Ra in Thy rising…” but I stop it and say “Hail Sunna, hail Sol.” It may be fucking cold out but I know she will warm me up, that goddess of the sun.
Hail Sunna!
Sun God to Sun Goddess: An Autofictitiousbiography
My mother held my hand and looked me straight in the eyes. Her soft voice lulled me into an obedient state of complacency. She spoke:
“Don’t look directly at the sun…it will blind you.”
Fair enough.
Fast forward a few years. My nice pale skin shudders under the violent rays emitted by that golden burning globe. My father dives into the lake. I pull my hat down closer to my eyes. I squint my right eye as I tilt my head toward the sun a thought enters my head “Don’t look directly at the sun…it will blind you.” Fair enough. I wade into the water. “Take your shirt off and get some sun.” My instincts kick in; my white skin baulks. Perhaps I will leave my shirt on…and my hat. “Nah, I’m ok like this.” I reply.
Fast forward a few years. My friends are playing catch in a field in Regina. I sit under a shady tree. Sure there are spiders and other crawling chaoses but outside the cool bosom of the shade is that golden orb. They tell me to stop being a pussy and play ball. They play with balls and I’m the one who is a pussy?
Fast forward a few years. Scott Cunningham, Starhawk, the Farrar’s, Margaret Murray, Gerald Gardner tell me the sun is a symbol of “the” god. It wasn’t always seen as a symbol but it is now. The moon, that shadowy other to the sun is a goddess…so is the earth; many goddesses and one or two gods. If I looked at the sun with that unblindable (I realise that isn’t a word) inner eye I could almost see a radiant horned god; except the Horned god is usually and earth god…wait, I thought the earth was a goddess? Strange thing this neo-paganism. I could almost see him. The moon became the haunting sister whispering words I could not understand. Hecate and I then began a rather one-sided relationship. I left offerings and she allowed me to continue “penetrating” the nocturnal secrets of the feminine. “What does the moon mean to a man?” I found myself asking. I have no monthly cycle to relate too. I don’t give birth. Well at the very least I won’t go blind looking at it.
About the same time this guy Crowley introduced a different view of the sun. It was bigger than any sun god. It was bigger than God. It was a symbol of the whole creative drive in the Universe and what’s more, its also a symbol of me…and you…all of us individually, collectively and we as us into Nothingness! Of course he also said not to neglect the sun’s little sister the moon-from goddess to little sister. That sun was huge; too huge for me. Crowley designed rituals to attune to the sun but after years of practicing it I felt nothing. The Egyptian gods (though Crowley indicates they are not really the Egyptian gods) said nothing to me; their sun, my sun, did not speak to me.
Now the sun has become a goddess for me and the moon is a beautiful natural occurrence. The Norse saw the sun as the goddess Sol (or Sunna). Mani, god of the moon, holds little relevance in Norse myth (save for the fact that he is devoured by Hati at Ragnarok). In this Canadian climate, winter is cold. The sun gives much adored and much desired warmth—a mother’s warmth, a goddess’ warmth.
Today my alarm went off. 5:47 am. The radio blahblahed on and told me that it would be -23 but with the wind chill (what it will really feel like on exposed skin due to the wind factor) it would feel like -32. I showered (well other stuff too…but we don’t need all the details) and got dressed. I put on one jacket. I put on a second jacket. I put on my parka. I put on my toque then flipped the hood from jacket two over my toque (that’s the only way that I can get to the next step). Nearing then end of my daily preparation I fasten the wind snaps around my waste and affix the Velcro that seals the portion of the parka that goes around my neck. I put my gloves on and walked out. Its dark, about 20 min before the sun rises. It takes me about 25 minutes to walk to work. As I draw near to my building the sun peaks over the horizon. I stop and look, not too long and not too hard (I don’t want to go blind). My conditioned mind begins to recite “Hail unto thee who art Ra in Thy rising…” but I stop it and say “Hail Sunna, hail Sol.” It may be fucking cold out but I know she will warm me up, that goddess of the sun.
Hail Sunna!