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Happy Moura Eve!

A rather emotional realisation came to me just now as I did my prayers and offering on this, the last day of Winter for Filianists. In accordance with scripture, Moura is the month where we remember Our Lady’s mission where She descended into the pits of Hell in order to spread the light of Déa to the darkest of places, despite the torture and sacrifice She would have to endure for us.

During my prayers, I was meditating on the part of the Mythos were the children of the Heaven send the Holy Daughter off with gentle songs and praises.

And the daughters of Heaven delighted in Her gentle light, saying: ‘This trembling light is the glory of all the heavens, and more glorious than all the luminaries thereof.’ - Mythos 3:20

I’m not entirely sure what is meant by ‘daughters of Heaven’. It could be the Janyati, or other ‘lesser’ goddesses, or souls in Avala, or does it refer to Maids themselves? 

Regardless; I tried to visualise myself as one of the daughters, and the awe and sadness that would have threatened to swallow me if I had to see Our Lady depart from the world, especially in order to undergo such a horrific fate out of Her love for all creation. 

Except I started to realise; that’s not what happens at all.

The Daughter does not depart from us during Moura. It is not like the case of, say, Persephone travelling to Hades and taking the pleasant weather with her. Nor is it like how Christ was said to have travelled to Hell between the crucifixion and resurrection. 

No, if anything, the Daughter is closest to us during Moura than any time.  Or at least, it is a time to remember how close She is to us. This is, of course, if you take the Janite / Sophian view that the Daughter’s sacrifice is the shattering of Her soul to link every part of creation with the Mother. The False Queen (which is what I call the ‘Dark Queen’)’s realm of conquest is not some other, demonic plane where she attempts to trap souls lost to khear. It is here. Why would the False Queen need to create any worse suffering than what we already endure in this realm? What experience could be darker than the very lowest pits of depression our own minds create? I’m not denying any such Hellish planes of spiritual existence exist at all, this is just my interpretation.

Our Lady’s sacrifice was not that She died for us. She is Déa, after all, She could never truly die. Her sacrifice is that She LIVES for us. Not as though She becomes incarnate in one human being. Instead She became one with every soul and endures with us every last ounce of suffering and struggles in order to return to Our Mother’s arms. Death is simply one piece of all that suffering and it often comes as a relief to those whose lives are mostly suffering - but that is why, in the Mythos, Her death is quickly followed up by the joyous moment of being risen by the tears of the Heavenly Mother. It is to show that death is not the end. Life, the very essence of Déa, continues on and gives us hope. 

She endures so that we can endure. Her courage is Our courage and Her light is Our light. As this realisation came to me, I offered Her my courage in Her mission that is forever ongoing. The Kyria’s salvation for us is complementary, not one-sided. We work alongside Her to rise up and gather other souls in redemption to return to the Mother. 

Our Lady could have remained untouched by the aches and pains of this world. Instead She looked down upon us in our suffering and cried; “You will never be alone.” Such is the love of God.

Glory and thanksgiving to Her; Our Princess and Priestess.

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