Stalking the silent corridors, rousing them from dream, the tall figure of Anubis called them. One by one they came to the portal in the dawning light, following him into the morning. Through the sleepy village streets they walked, leaving the world behind; through a gate onto a star-strewn hillside wet with dew and into a world of dream.
High on the hillside a golden one stands, wings outstretched in the morning, herself a mirror of the sun. Beneath her the steps of a green mound echo the curve of the earth. Veiled by her wings, a mysterious figure, a still, silent being robed in white and bound with the cords of life and death; immobile, poised, rooted in earth. Osiris’ hands are crossed upon his breast and at his heart a pure sphere of crystal shines.
The Companions wait below the mound and the dark figure climbs towards the Tree of Reckoning, placing his staff at the feet of Osiris. The golden one turns, facing the silent gathering and the Walker Between the Worlds bows low to the Light behind her.
He ascends to stand before her, sharing the salute of equals atop the green mound, turning together to salute he who waits in silence, poised between births. She takes the crystal sphere from his breast and raises it to the sun… the silence broken by words of invocation and blessing.
… she offers the sphere to Earth…
… and Earth receives it.
Three stand as One.
One by one Anubis calls the silent Companions before him. Upon their brow a symbol traced in sacred oil and words whispered for their ears alone. Enfolded in the cloak of night they are brought before the face of death in life and life in death, bowing to him who is and is not, gazing into the glowing heart of the crystal.
Golden wings take them and they come to the Mother, a blessing is given, through touch, breath and word, holding their eyes. And heart to heart a gift… a symbol… the memory of a dream as they cross the threshold between the worlds.
One final act… the shrouded figure anointed, heart blessed and opened.
The Walker watches the Companions depart as the Mother enfolds the silent figure in her wings and he is lost from sight… wings that are the cocoon of rebirth.