31 Days of Devotion – Day 8 for Mani
(see now, I’m all caught up 🙂 )
8 Discuss Variations on this deity (aspects, regional forms, etc.)
This isn’t a question that I can really answer. There’s just not enough surviving lore and His cultus is still small. I do know that it’s likely Mani influenced later folkloric accounts of the Man in the Moon, and the Jack and Jill rhyme comes directly from the story of Hjuki and Bil. That’s as far as I can go though.
So instead, I’m going to share two pieces, one something my adopted mom wrote for Him, and one something that I wrote, and that I hope will give readers a bit of a way into this magnificent but oh so mysterious God.
First, my mom Fuensanta’s comments:
Then my own prayer-poem for Mani (first published in “Dancing in the House of the Moon“):
The Moon Wears Many Masks
by G. Krasskova
Graceful, courtly, and gallant,
He is a dancer,
keeping time with a thousand jangling strands of beads.
He trips gaily, impeccably, wearing the mask of the fool
but His eyes are sardonic
to those who know enough to look
beneath the gaiety of His expression.
He hides His face,
moaning His anguish
His eyes are dark then,
but His people wait
and so He dons a placid mask
to walk among them.
They do not need to see
how feral He once was.
and sometimes still is.
He was a warrior once, the moon.
He danced with two gleaming scimitars
moving in lethal beauty
amongst a thousand tribes
the names of which
not even He recalls.
i have seen Him dancing still
and I know He was not always
He moves amongst the Svartalfar
and they adore Him.
He comes with music
and they bring Him camellias
and break things for Him.
it is their way.
Sometimes they get
to hear Him laugh.
His hands are those of a magus
and He orders the heavens
the flow of time.
of what House He was born.
and Who His kinsfolk are.
Sometimes He feasts
with the wolf that chases Him.
other times He laughs
and the two take up their game again.
it is a diversion. for now,
lest eternity become a bore.
He has chosen His masks carefully
out of a keen sense of duty.
But the moon was wanton once.
To see this alabaster God cast those masks aside
is to see a beauty for which ancient kingdoms
bartered themselves into slavery.
I will say no more on this thing,
nor on the other masks He wears
Suffice it to say,
were I not already owned,
I would be the most desperate supplicant
at His feet.
Hail the Moon,
and every mask He wears,
especially when He walks amongst us.
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