Out of Her Fertile Dark Matter


“Isn’t She beautiful!” I thought as I sat in front of Her. She is dressed for Winter Solstice.


  Out of Her fertile Dark Matter, out of the Stillness of her Creative Centre, New Being comes forth,

Light is thus born. All Manifestation is born.

… as it says in some poetic manner in many spiritual traditions: and as it is announced in traditional PaGaian Winter Solstice ceremony after all have been sitting in the dark cold night for some time.

With this sacred announcement, the ceremonial fire is lit and further announcement is made of our Origins:

We recall our Beginnings – the Great Flaring Forth, and Grandmother Supernova Tiamat, Goddess Mother of our Solar System – of our Star the Sun. This is our Cosmic lineage. We are Gift of Tiamat – Goddess Mother Supernova. Out of her stardust we are born. Carbon, hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen, sulphur, phosphorus and trace elements. We are Gift of Tiamat – out of her stardust we are born.[1]

Some time after that all sing the Cosmic version of Silent Night (the lyrics written by Connie Barlow) and also available on YouTube

For more on Solstice @ EarthGaia (both Winter and Summer – which it is happening at the same time)


[1]  This is largely the composition of “The Tiamat Song” by Connie Barlow, Green Space, Green Time, p.83.

One comment

  1. She is beautiful! 🙂 Touching a nip, yep!

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