I called them, and they came, silently in the dawning light.
They follow me into the morning.
High on the hillside the golden one stands, wings outstretched in the morning, herself a mirror of the sun.
Veiled by her wings, a mysterious figure, a still, silent Being robed in white and shrouded in night.
His hands are crossed upon his breast and at his heart a pure sphere of crystal shines.
The golden one moves aside, facing the silent, shrouded form.
She takes the crystal sphere from his breast and raises it to the sun….
Now the orb is anointed and the Lady gives her benediction…
… and with a great cry she offers the sphere to Earth…
… and Earth recieves it.
One by one I call the silent Companions before him.
Upon their brow I trace a symbol in sacred oil and words are spoken.
They are brought before the One who is All to recieve her blessing as they cross the threshold between the worlds, bowing to him who is and is not.
When all have crossed, the Lady and I salute the silent Being.
I watch them depart.
She who is All enfolds the silent figure in her wings and he is lost from sight….
Others await us before the Temple portal….