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As
already mentioned, we have never seen Moera in any way to
give a clear description, but this deity's voice is so
distinctive...
'...A
very brilliant carmine pink and purple light entered the
temple, very pretty. Then that strange voice, a mixture of
squeaky and husky that it is impossible to tell whether
male or female, though most times with Moera, I tend to
think he is more male than female:
“I am Moera. I have come into this
temple and accept the homage you both give me. Today is
the celebration of a monster God, one who is ferocious and
does not easily forgive. All the Gods and Goddesses and
other monsters are beginning to congregate for the real
celebrations."
I
wondered if I was to be taken to the celebrations, but
instead I was pulled into deep snow. There was a strong
cold wind and a slight incline, not a steep hill but it
was hard going. I felt frozen and exhausted, ready to give
up when suddenly the snow was gone, but next was a torrent
of water and I was wading up to my knees.
There was driving rain and the slope
became steeper, I didn’t know which was worse, rain or
snow. I didn't have much time to decide, for next instant
the water soaked away. I was still going up hill and it
was extremely rocky, but thankfully the rain stopped, but
then came gale force wind!
But
as I plodded on the going became not so steep and it began
to level out ahead and the rocks were like pebbles on the
beach, the wind died down and then I reached the top and
saw it was a grassy plateau. There
were two mounds, one to one and a half metres high. I felt
weary so sat on the grass and leant against one of the
mounds and it fitted perfectly as if made for me, so
comfortable. I could hear music and thought I recognised
it but some of the notes weren’t quite right. It sounded
like the tune 18th Century Drawing Room.
I sat happy and listened to the lovely tune and my feet
warmed in the sunshine. A cake appeared, I think it was a
cake, for it tasted sweet. And too good to be true, for
next thing I heard the sound of incoming buzzing, a swarm
of insects, bigger than hornets - that type of flying
stinging thing, (though smaller than a bat) - with pronged
tongues darting in and out as they flew. Their wings
looked transparent, just like a dragonfly.
I
have never seen anything like these before, I dropped what
I was eating, jumped up and ran, but not before a few of
them had stung me. I got away from them but on different
parts of my body and legs were big round bright orange
sting-marks, two or three inches in diameter and they were
sore.
I ran down the hillside and at the foot
of the hill was a stream, fairly clean-looking and so I
splashed water over the stings. The cool water made the
swelling go down, but changed the colour to bright purple,
so then I had purple marks on my skin, but at least they
didn’t hurt any more. I worried that I would have to go
through life with these marks, walked on, I didn’t know
where I was going. I was tired and wanted to sit down but
thought better of it in case the insect creatures came
back, but as I walked I realised the marks were fading,
then with one unexpected step I was back in the temple and
I heard Moera’s voice:
“I Moera will leave you with this thought. That
in time false religions will fade away and mortals will
forget they existed, as you forget history, things that
happened thousands of years ago. I give you both my
blessings. I give you both the gift of endurance, of
tolerance and of my love and gratitude.”
Festival
of Moera - November 20th
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