Day3
The God, as seen in the Sun has a Quadruple Aspect. He is the Fellow and love of the Maiden, the Father or the Mother’s children, the Patriarch consort to the Matriarch, and the Codger the Crone’s forever love.
As Patriarch he is still robust and hearty, his age is showing in the silver streaks in his auburn hair. He is prone to introspection and yet still able to kick up his heels in a late autumn burst of life. An example of abundant patience. He has been there, done that, and you can’t surprise him. He walks the width and breadth of time. He shepards the animals into their winter homes. He turns the trees from the lush green of summer to the blaze of autumn colors.
He is still the preeminent provider. He can track longer than any other, and no track is unseen by him. He is the spirit of all that is wild and free. He is the source from which adrenaline flows. He is love, romance and passion. He is an example of how one should live their life. He is moral and ethical and will not bend to meet a trend or please another.
His word is his bond. Therefore he rarely speaks. When moved to speak he is as the thunder in the mountains as it rolls into a crescendo in the valley below. The pounding of a storm tossed sea upon a beach is but an echo of his voice. To ignore his words and wisdom is to court danger. He is discipline and consequence, the soul shaking voice that you hear when you stray down the wrong road.
As Codger he is wizened and frail looking, do not let that fool you, he is stronger than you think and a master of ALL the arts. He is the physical embodiment of truth. His appearance is scary to many upon first glimpse. His warn appearance becomes a comfort to those who have chosen to walk with him.
His day is spent wandering the forests and checking in on the animals. He smells of pipe tobacco, roasted meat and just a hint of ale.
Removed from the burning desires of the flesh, he still remembers them perfectly. There is nothing he can’t remember. He mourns the lose of all life, even as he snares a rabbit for his dinner. He is time itself and the master of all. Humbling and uplifting, a soul is safe within his presence. His gaze is cold as the winter wind if you have done wrong, yet also as warm as the hearth if you admit your error and learn from it. He holds no judgment or grudge. He is accepting of all that we do, as all actions are learning experiences that we must experience to grow.
