The God of the Underworld.
He embodies life, poised at the moment of beginning. Even in the dark of night we have the promise that a new day will dawn. And also in the darkness the earth in the rich black soil, encased in a hard dark seed coat, seeming lifeless, exists all the energy of new life. The fallow period of our natural seasons assured the ancients that the cycles of our lives also continue on.
The Underworld God was feared but not fearsome. When he found love and his queen, together they offer us the crucial, hidden element of the spiral, the time when the soul rests and prepares to be reborn, to return to the cycles of life.
He is the intimate blackness of deep earth, the expansive darkness of the infinite Universe, and the mysterious darkness of magick and possibility.
[Sculpted by Abby Willowroot Copyright 2004]