This is a celebration jointly held between Hera and Moros.

The God Moros since early times was believed to be hugely powerful. The ancients believed he was the supreme power of Destiny to which even the Gods themselves were subject. According to classical myth his mother is said to be the Goddess Night. Other than this, virtually nothing is known about this deity. Although described as the God of Destiny, most people since regard him as the God of Doom, which for many deep-thinkers is not quite the same thing. This celebration of the powers of Hera and destiny, or doom - together - suggests an extremely important occasion, and that these two work together in some way.

From various encounters we have been led to understand that what people think of as 'doom' in the modern sense - that is to say finding yourself in a calamitous situation - more often than not when contemplating how we got into the mess and look back to where everything started to go wrong, that consequential chain began with temptation and a choice of actions. 
    Invariably the path to doom is sweet to begin with. We take the first step toward it through choice. 
   So is that predeterminism or an individual's personal foolishness?

"I am Moros. Thank you for paying homage to me today. I am unknown among mortals, few have heard of me yet in days of old there were those who honoured me. I can be very kind, very gentle and very loving. I can be unforgiving and cruel. Today I am full of love, there is nothing to reproach you."

Encounters with any God or Goddess invariably involve tests of character. There is a variety of reasons for this: to gain wisdom, to gain power, to gain courage and perhaps for the individual deity themselves to have a chance to see how your true self reacts to crisis situations. Every God or Goddess can create any kind of environment in which to set the test, and you cannot escape until released from it. Some tests require careful thought, others require bravery and determination. But some tests demand that we be ourselves even when faced with the prospect of actually defying a God, as the following account reveals:

'...I saw a shadowy figure. It looked as if he had brown skin, but not black. He could be Asian for he had straight dark hair but I couldn't see his features. 
    Then the light became so blinding I could barely keep my eyes open. It was circular, a huge circular light and I went right through the middle. It was a strange sensation, not exactly pleasant, not painful but uncomfortable. My body tingled, then I was through it. 

I was in a hall or room, all white - walls, ceilings and floor all white. There was a rough white wooden table. On the table were three large bowls, one made of earthenware, another of silver and the third one looked made of gold. In the earthenware bowl was something that looked like mushed peas but smelt revolting - like sludge. The silver bowl contained what looked like strawberry blancmange but that too smelt ghastly, like putrid flesh. The contents of the golden bowl looked and smelt like macaroni cheese and smelt quite nice. There were three silver desert spoons beside each bowl.
    I heard him speak, though could not see him:

"Choose from one of these and eat." 

Obviously the golden bowl looked best but it seemed too obvious. This was a test after all but no way would anyone eat from the others. I tried to walk away from the table but he had a strange spray type thing, a funny little silver thing in his hand and he squirted something in my mouth.
    "This will make you eat." 
   It didn't taste of anything, it was like water; but I still didn't choose any of the bowls.
    "Will you not choose something?"
    I said no, I am not hungry. and backed away. 
    Then he roared with laughter, it was not a happy laugh, not nice happy. I was very frightened at that point.
    "You have chosen wisely. You would not have returned had you chosen the one in the gold bowl. Had you chosen the silver bowl you would have returned for a week and then come to me. The last bowl? I would rather not tell you what would have happened to you. You have passed the test. You resisted.
    I did not expect to be honoured, yet I am. That pleases me. Those who honour me I lift troubles from. 

I shall leave you now and give you my blessing. Soon I shall be recognised and worshipped by all just as you have done."

Festival of Moros and Hera - 
25th October