Inaugural Public Service of the Children of the Eclipse

*smiles at the assembly* Friends, august company and those new to the realm. Welcome to this the inaugural White Service of the Children of the Eclipse. White Service? I hear you say. Yes, white. In the future, you may hear of the Red, but today it is white in recognition of the Goddess in her gentler moods, calling for peace. When the Red moon calls bloodletting shall be permitted during the service to honor the Goddess with sacrifice. But for now let us rest in the arms of the white goddess. For those of you who don’t know me my name is Karak and I stand as Captain of the Knights of the Moon But also this day I stand before you has priest of the Moon and one of her representatives here in the realm. Today I am joined by Meru Chi, high priestess, who shall perform the benedictions to the Goddess to call her to join us here. We are honored so many have come this day to hear our words. Meru, if you will call the Goddess to join us? *steps aside*

 

 

Meru Chi:

This day we ask the Goddess to hear us and be present in our offerings to Her and the community of this realm. We ask to be guided by Her wisdom, to be taught Her knowledge, and be reminded of our hearts so we may lead as an example to our brethren. Goddess of the Moon’s Light we ask your presence and blessing in our service. :Meru Chi smiles and nods at Karak

Karak:

Today I want to share with you a dream I had, and talk about community and fellowship. But first the dream. I found myself walking alone, a barren landscape to my right and a prosperous, fertile land to my left. As I walked that border, I pondered on the lives we choose to expend our energies in pursuit of. On the one hand, enriching the lives of others and ourselves. Planting many seeds that bear life and prosper under our careful, tender attention. And the other, a wasteland: devoid of sharing, bent on destruction, leaving an empty space where life may have grown. And I, one foot in the green pastures of prosperity and one in the shriveled wastes of destruction, each one roiling through my soul as I lifted the other foot, calling with the siren song of that chosen path, only quieting when both feet touched the earth.

I wondered what would happen if I faltered in my walk and chose one path over the other. Many nights I had this dream, many nights I looked out over the respective plains, looking for a sign that might sway me to prefer one over another, yet none came until one night a tree stood in my path, requiring me to either go around it or go back. To go around I would have to choose to visit the pastures of prosperity or the wasteland.

Which path did I choose? Did I make it back to path of balance, or was I seduced by the chosen path\’s siren call? I cannot tell you that, for each being must choose their own path, unaffected by the choice of another, since neither is wrong or right, just different.

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