the well
Out of the Divine Darkness a small dark light has arisen, a brooding twilight before dawn, in which the cloud images of the gods are dancing. There is still within me an immense deep of being, an emotional life too vast, too spiritual, too remote to speak of, for the words we use today cannot tell it’s story. It is Love yet unbreathed, and yet not lust…
… rather a hidden unutterable tenderness, or joy, or the potency of these, which awakens as the image of the divine is reflected from within. The Spirit sends an energy or love or eternal desire to go forth… it seeks, through myriad forms of illusion, for the infinite Being it once was, and still is on other levels of existence. It is an eternal joy becoming Love, a love changing into desire, and leading on to earthly passion and forgetfulness of its own divinity.
The eternal joy becomes love when it has first merged itself in form, and images of a divine beauty dance before it and lure it afar. This is the first manifested world, the place of Manannan, the Tirnanog or World of Immortal Youth. It is just a side-step away.
