You may receive the Water of Life and Death from her by a show of force or by trickery, but you may also be given it as a gift. For like all forces of nature, though often wild and untamed, she can also be kind. Broken and in pieces, if sprinkled with the Water of Death, the pieces will surely come back together, and after that, if the corpse is sprinkled with the Water of Life, it shall be reborn. Somewhere in the deepest center of the earth lives a most ancient goddess. Her image is one that is stiff and white and carved of bone.
Death is a spectral white lady.
This is the Death Crone, the Goddess of Old Bones. Bone Mother destroys and then resurrects us. She collects our white bones and pours the Water of Life and Death upon them, singing her magic songs and thus, we are reborn. Whenever we experience darkness, a depression, or a spiritual emptiness when we feel that we surely must be dead, we have come to visit our Bone Mother. If we are wise, it is she, especially if we behold our own most dark shadow, who transforms us and gives us new life.