It is She who lives beneath – who breathes the seasons – the
nubile green of spring, the hardy summer foliage, the flaming boughs of autumn
and the naked winter branches. But life is not her only task, for it is she who
plants the seedling corpses and rules underfoot as Chthonic Queen. She is the
Herbalist, the Woodland Witch and the Keeper of the Dead – it is from her flesh
that comes the new, and where it must inevitably return; it is she who guards
the Gates between these worlds. It is she who blends the tonic and the poison –
the Healer and the Executioner, and both: mixed with love.

The clouds part and her glow emanates – shining the heavenly
light of sun and moon, burning her transgressors and bathing the earth in
warmth, nourishing its life. She is adorned in light, warm and brazen by day
and bedecked in the ghostly cloak of moonlight; and in her hair, the stars are
woven. She is the light of creativity, art, the Muse and the force of divine
creation, ensuring the progression of life. She is the healer, the one who
dashes snuffs the darkness, or wraps herself in its shroud – she is the Cosmic
Witch, orchestrating the bodies of heaven to dance. She is the Purifier, the
Healer, and the Muse.