I was born on the longest night and fated to die by the next midwinter, but I shall rise again. For mine is the grain at harvest. On swift night-wings, it is I who lay you at the Mother's feet to be reborn. I take you in, I take you down, and there you learn the Mystery. Scourge and flame, blade and blood, these are mine, and my gifts to thee.
Every jewel has a thousand facets.
I am the embodiment of all you are or could be. Trickster and tyrant, scholar and warrior, vagabond and family man. My names and guises number the grains of sand on the beach and the bones in your body. You must choose, for you cannot follow all of me. Where you decide fates how you live and how you die.