We met with the Siberian man on the beach at dusk. The sea was almost invisible, melting into the darkening, violet haze.
“Tell me, why are some fixed stars destructive?” I asked.
“Well, these traditional astrologers of yours, they were not exactly serving a goddess, were they?” he replied, staring at the sky, waiting for the stars to appear.
“What do you mean?”
“That most of them were serving the same god in whose name people hunted witches and pagans… so it was mostly the dark side of the goddess that they recognised…”
We sat there silently for a while, and as darkness was getting denser, the first stars became visible. I also spotted the Moon.
“And whom do You serve?”, I looked at him.
“I serve Life. Mindless merging with the goddess can indeed bring horrible destruction. But there is another way to connect with her. By bringing consciousness. So many of the ancient traditions believed that light and darkness are foes. It is not so. They crave each other. Without the other, both are dead and deadly. Look at the night sky. The stars. The Moon. The gentle glow around and within. Look around you in plain daylight. All the shades and shadows that give form and colour to everything. Light and darkness, they are not enemies. They are two lovers, making love.”