The Mother floated in her bath for awhile, and after a time gave birth to the God. She set him to her great bosom and allowed him free play upon her body. And the Great Mother cared deeply of her son, for he had been born of her and was a part of her, so that she loved to do things that would please him.
But the world was as dark as womb, and her God-Son soon outgrew his love for darkness, and said as much to his mother. So one day, as her son frolicked upon her, she sent to him a fine gift. It appeared only to be a box with a little handle peeking out the side, �Open it!� She bade, and he did so.
He cranked the little handle on the box, and a beautiful melody came pouring out. The melody was so joyous, magical and happy that it caused all of the plants and trees to grow. The God was so happy that he stopped the melody to explore the new flora. But it was still dark.
�Open it!� She bade, and he returned to the box.
He cranked the little handle, and the beautiful melody continued, and at the very end, POP! The box flew open, and a dazzling bright disk flew into the air. High in the sky it became stuck, but it brought light and warmth to the world below. And the God and the Goddess rejoiced.
And the sun warmed their bodies and caused the plants and trees to grow. It caused the water to escape the Mothers body and she made clouds to shield herself. But after a time her clouds did not work, and her body became scorched and burned. The God-Son, who loved his Great Mother, saw the pain she was in and decided to do something about it.
He returned to the place where he had last seen the box, but could not find it for the foliage had grown so large.
�Oh, where could the box have gone?� He cried in despair, and as he was still a young boy, he sat down amongst the leaves to cry. He cried so much that he formed all of the rivers and the lakes. And between his sad sobs, her heard a very small voice, �Do not cry!� Said the voice, �For I know where the box it!�
And the God stopped his weeping at the voice, for he had only heard Mother�s before that moment, and he was at once curious and grateful, �Who speaks to me?� he asked, � and where is the gift from my mother?�
The little plant said, �I am Sage, but I am not very big. I have been growing around this box. But it seemed an important thing, and so I have tried to protect it. It is under my largest leaf.�
The God followed the voice, and found the little plant. And the Sage spoke truth, for there was the box! Shaded from the sun.
�You are wise little Sage! From now on, you shall be a plant that is sacred to me, and you shall be wise for always!� And he blessed the little plant, and thanked it, before taking up the box.
And he cranked the little handle, and a different melody escaped it. As it floated over the body of the Mother, there sprang forth all of the animals from Insect to Ape. But the God was not deterred as last time, and he continued to crank the little handle. At last, with much effort, the top opened! And a silvery disk came flying out and stuck in the sky. It landed opposite of the dazzling sun and thus became the moon. And as soon as the moon was placed in the sky, the sun left. And the moon followed the sun, for, like magnetite to iron, they are attracted and repelled.
So it came to pass that the Mothers flesh was no longer burned and scorched, although some scars are left upon her body, but she was happy. She saw her son enjoying the flora and the fauna that sprang from her gift. And she enjoyed watching the moon and sun play across the sky. And she smiled to herself, for she had one more gift.
