For awhile, and beautifully so, the Moon has “no face,” and “As above, so below.”
But she does not cease to exist, nor does the Sun, but comes around again in fullest beauty. She dies to the body and is reborn, bringing consciousness with her. (Inside the caves, too, her body, her womb of her Earth and her energy, the artwork awaits for illumination, left to speak from those who know: the Super-shamans, the Venuses, the Artists. It is a Song with which Homer, the ancient Egyptians, and those in the female-influenced civilizations on ancient Crete were familiar, and back it goes to the Paleolithic hearths, even further, as life entered life through Her, her eternal Spirit and Body, the very embodiment of the Universe.
When she lost Being, when she was removed from the Bible, she entered a very dark phase, a time of no consciousness, but deep pain, and the Universe unknown.) In the ancient Greek mythology before Homer’s eternal Songs, when Penelope leaves with Odysseus, leaving the old world of war and conflict symbolized in Sparta and her father, and this the world of war-causing Helen, the female symbol of self-gain at any cost of life and for selfishly climbing the social ladder for appearances sake, Penelope, “the bobbin” around which the Songs are weaved, covers her face with a veil, the veil of eternity, and of transformation, like the Moon in the night sky, covering, and moving into the darkness of a “new moon,” a dark beginning, in order to come into revelation of full illumination with the Sun.
She in kind provides him with new light, as will be seen, by her newly realized identity: divine creating and showing the divine. Before, in the world of war, she was completely blocked out, the Moon, her transformative body forgotten, overlooked, misjudged, and her light had ceased to be known. The darkness no longer had illumination, nor was there transformation, no metamorphosis to rebirth; no apotheosis,n or hope of it.
All was geared toward the morality of suffering as a form of control, to eliminate the power of her body and Being. The Moon ceased to exist in the socially-hardened mind, even its pull of the oceans and the body. It was a world of dying, of killing, and death. It thrived on the empty spirit of money and fading, materialistic objects. It was a world of surface things, which then are expendable because they are not seen to hold Being. The feminine and all with her were expendable, seen as worthless. The Ancients knew that when the firmaments were no longer opened to the Poets, closed by those only guarding unusable treasures of rite, closing the heavens, they knew they had to reopen them and left skeleton keys inside the caves and inside the Songs.
This is no “imposed” doctrine--it is the way things work. Art reopens the way, and miraculously so, bringing awareness. If it does not it is only a Siren’s song, repeating the old war-world Iliad and what the false voice has heard of the past, trying to keep everyone there to their own deaths.
It is more than okay to have “no face” for awhile, like the Moon, in order to be completely transformed into the fullness of what one IS. Humility is a good thing. It frees one to Be. Penelope must go into her "chamber" for a long while. It is to go between eternity and the body, to come back known as both, and shining with the Divine of one’s Source and Being, and open that, open that ancient treasure. And because she comes fully into this, this being between Being and her now sacred Body, she knows what she IS, and through her powers of creation, she can rebuild the earthly body of her husband, the Sun, the newly returned Odysseus, and through her own new identity, he, too, she restructures as divine in her new illumination.
Isis brings new life to Osiris after his jealous killing by bringing him back into the body with new identity--illuminated from her, thus showing him to be divine. In return, his divine illumination on her provides her the social structure on earth: she is consciousness, the new way of seeing, he the king given this newly-lighted identity through her, his new place in the universe. Their child, the inheritor, Horus, then is understood as both his earthly and his divine self. The goddess/Being--in her ability to create from eternity, not from little self, reopens the divine, incarnate, transformed, and they are fully illumined.