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ravenousnightwind · 7 months
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Ancestors
Hear my plea
I call to you beyond
Below the tree
In Helheim you rest
Settled in Hel's welcoming nest
I call you now
Blood to blood
Help me find strength
Help me find wisdom
Oh Ancestors
Throughout my family line
Back through the ages in time
Bring to me the knowledge
I need to survive
Bring to me your will
Your power
Of that which rests within me
Hidden and asleep
Awaken it
Awaken thee
O Ancestors
I call you now
Rid thee of thine weakness
Give thee thy blessing
Vitality abound
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sarahmcmenomy · 1 year
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"Demeter Enraged"
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A sharp pain seized Demeter’s heart,
and she tore the headband out of her flowing, divine hair,
And threw a dark cloak over her shoulders.
Like a bird of prey she sped,
Over solid earth and fluid sea,
Searching.
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violetmoondaughter · 3 months
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HERMES
Hear me Hermes, the messenger son of Maia! Who has the heart that rules all, protector of games, ruler of mortals, benevolent, wily one, guide, slayer of Árgos. Of winged shoes, friend of mankind, prophet of the word for mortals, Who delights in gyms and cunning deceptions. Interpreter of all things, to merchants you procure gains, dissolve worries. Who holds in your hands the perfect weapon of peace. Coricius, blessed, swift, skilled rhetorician, protector in works, friend to mortals in needs, terrible weapon in tongue, reverence for mankind. Hear me praying, granting a good fulfillment of life in works, in graces of speech and memories.
Κλῦθί μευ, Ἑρμεία, Διὸς ἄγγελε, Μαιάδος υἱέ, παγκρατὲς ἦτορ ἔχων, ἐναγώνιε, κοίρανε θνητῶν, εὔφρων, ποικιλόβουλε, διάκτορος, Ἀργειφόντα, πτηνοπέδιλε, φίλανδρε, λόγου θνητοῖσι προφῆτα· γυμνάσιν ὃς χαίρεις, δολίαις τ’ ἀπάταις, (στρ)οφιοῦχε· ἑρμηνεῦ πάντων, κερδέμπορε, λυσιμέριμνε· ὃς χείρεσσιν ἔχεις εἰρήνης ὅπλον ἀμεμφές· Κωρυκιῶτα, μάκαρ, ἐριούνιε, ποικιλόμυθε, ἐργασίαις ἐπαρωγέ, φίλε θνητοῖς ἐν ἀνάγκαις· γλώσσης δεινὸν ὅπλον, τὸ σεβάσμιον ἀνθρώποισιν· κλῦθί μευ εὐχομένου, βιότου τέλος ἐσθλὸν ὀπάζων, ἐργασίῃσι, λόγου χάρισιν, καὶ μνημοσύνῃσιν.
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nyxshadowhawk · 8 months
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Hellenic Gods Fact Sheets and Hymns: Hecate
Other Names: Trivia, Brimo
Epithets: Anassa eneroi  (queen of those below), Aidonaia (lady of the Underworld), Amibousa (she who changes), Atalus (tender, delicate), Borborophorba (she who feeds on filth), Brimo (angry, terrifying), Despoina (mistress), Eileithyia (of childbirth), Enodia (of the roads), Epaine (dread), Euplokamos (bright-tressed), Khthonia (of the Underworld), Kleidouchos (keeper of the keys), Kourotrophos (protector of children), Krokopelos (saffron-robed), Liparokredemnos (bright-coiffed), Nycteria (nocturnal; of the night), Nyctipolos (night-wandering), Perseis (destroyer/ daughter of Perses), Phosphoros (light bearer), Propolos (guide), Propylaia (the one before the gate), Scylacagetis (leader of dogs), Soteira (savior), Trikephalos (three-headed/of the crossroads), Trimorphos (three-formed), Trioditis (of the three ways), Trivia (of the three ways).
Domains: Witchcraft, magic, necromancy, ghosts, nightmares, death, initiation, the crossroads, gateways, passage between worlds, and the night.
Appearance: [My UPG] A tall (over 6’) woman, neither young nor old, with waist-length black hair, pale skin, prominent cheekbones, a heavy jaw, and intense green eyes. She is usually dressed in black folds molded into a simple dress or robes. She has a severe expression and an intimidating presence. She speaks with a low voice.
Sacred Days and Festivals: Eleusinia (22 Metageitnion). Nemoralia (August 13th-15th). Deipnon, last day of each (lunar) month.
Symbols/Attributes: Torches, keys, daggers, strophalos (iynx wheel)
Sacred Animals: Dog, polecat, serpent, horse, frog.
Sacred Plants: Yew, cypress, garlic, willow, hazel, black poplar, aconite, belladonna, dittany, mandrake, hemlock, asphodel
Elemental Affinity: Darkness, light, fire
Planet: Moon
Colors: Black, saffron, silver.
Crystals: Black onyx, hematite, obsidian, black tourmaline, moonstone, smoky quartz, agate, amethyst.
Incense: Myrrh, almond, cypress, camphor, saffron, mugwort, pomegranate.
Tarot Cards: The High Priestess, The Moon, Death
Retinue: Empousai, ghosts of the dead, dogs, Lampades (torch-bearing underworld nymphs)
Associated People: Witches (and other magic-users), the dead
Offerings: Bread, eggs, honey, garlic, menstrual blood, graveyard dirt.
Syncretized With: Artemis, Diana, Persephone, Eileithyia, Selene, Nephthys, Ereshkigal, Nicnevin, Heqet
Hymns to Hecate
Orphic Hymn to Hecate
Hekate Enodia, Trivia, lovely dame, Of earthly, watery, and celestial frame, Sepulchral, in a saffron veil arrayed, Pleased with dark ghosts that wander through the shade; Daughter of Perses, solitary goddess, hail! The world’s key-bearer, never doomed to fail; In stags rejoicing, huntress, nightly seen, And drawn by bulls, unconquerable, monstrous queen; Leader, Nymphe, nurse, on mountains wandering, Hear the suppliants who with holy rites thy power revere, And to the herdsman with a favoring mind draw near.
Hecate’s Hymn to Herself
I come, a virgin of varied forms, wandering through the heavens, bull-faced, three-headed, ruthless, with golden arrows; chaste Phoebe bringing light to mortals, Eileithyia; bearing the three synthemata [sacred signs] of a triple nature.  In the Aether I appear in fiery forms and in the air I sit in a silver chariot, Earth reins in my black brood of puppies.
(From Porphyry’s lost commentary on the Chaldean Oracles, preserved by Eusebius of Caesaria in Praeparatio Evangelica. According to Porphyry, this hymn was composed by Hecate herself.)
Magical Invocation to Hecate
Approach, you of the netherworld, of earth, of heaven, Bombo! You by the wayside, at the crossroads, light-bearer, night-wanderer, Enemy of light, friend and companion of night, Rejoicing in the howl of dogs and in crimson gore, Lurking among the corpses and the tombs of lifeless dust, Lusting for blood, bringing terror to mortals, Grim one, Ogress [Mormo], Moon – you of many forms, May you come gracious to our sacrificial rites!
(Preserved in Refutation to All Heresies by Hippolytus)
Invocation to Hecate from PGM IV 2708-84
Come, giant Hecate, Dione’s guard, O Persia [daughter of Perses], Baubo Phroune, dart-shooter, Unconquered Lydian, the one untamed, Sired nobly, torch-bearing, guide, who bends down Proud necks, Kore, hear, you who’ve parted / gates Of steel unbreakable. O Artemis, Who, too, were once protectress, mighty one, Mistress, who burst forth from the earth, dog-leader, All-tamer, crossroad goddess, triple-headed, Bringer of light, august / virgin, I call you Fawn-slayer, crafty, O infernal one, And many-formed. Come, Hekate, goddess Of three ways, who with your fire-breathing phantoms Have been allotted dreaded roads and harsh / Enchantments, Hekate I call you
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O Hekate of many names, O Virgin, Kore, Goddess, come, I ask, O guard and shelter of the threshing floor Persephone, O triple-headed goddess, Who walk on fire, cow-eyed BOUORPHORBE PANPHORBA PHORBARA AKITOPHI ERESHKIGAL / NEBOUTOSOUALETH Beside the doors, PYPYLEDEDEZO And gate-breaker; Come Hekate, of firey Counsel, I call you to my sacred chants.
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delightingintragedy · 7 months
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Day 5: Hermes Pompaios
Gentle Hermes Pompaios, You who are a kindly guide for the dead. When merciful Thanatos grows too busy To aid those who have past To their new home in the underworld, It is you who picks up the slack. You give a helping hand, a soft understanding, And a boisterous laughter to ease the pain. Tenderhearted and ever spirited, Fleet-footed Pompaios, You bring hope in the new life you lead to. You are sympathetic as much as you are a jokester, Knowing just what to say to mend a broken heart, And what to say to make that heart swell with laughter. Hermes Pompaios, I praise and honor your name, And shall I find you as my guide It will be I who is honored.
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dionysianfreak · 10 months
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On the Homeric Hymns to Demeter (i) // Introduction, Charles Boer's translations of the Homeric Hymns, 1987
Everyone is hurting now that Demeter is mad, and that seems to be Her purpose — there is no food to be had from Her earth. A deal is made and She gets Her way, She gets Her daughter back, but not before Persephone is given a pomegranate seed to eat by Her new husband, requiring Her to return to Hades for one winter season each year, when Demeter will again withhold Her crops. Some might say Hades is too generous; most husbands would not go so far to comfort the pathology of their mothers-in-law. But it is Demeter's point of view that we must take through this Hymn, Her feelings, Her attitudes, Her sufferings that we share.
To the extent that we share them, we are Her followers. She gives our suffering meaning. She shows us the way
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asklepiean · 1 year
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The Orphic Hymn to Zeus (Rhapsodic Version)
(transl. Dwayne A. Meisner)
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fraterzigmund · 3 months
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Orphic Hymn to Hestia Poster
Translation by HellenicGods.org Hestia, from the Ancient Greek pantheon, is the Goddess my family and I venerate in our home. We are contemporary Pagans and we dedicate our main prepared meal of the day to Her. This poster hangs in our kitchen above where I hang my apron, and I recite the hymn every time before I put it on to cook for my family. Created in 2022 as part of my personal spiritual…
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a-witches-home · 2 months
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If I see one more "feminist retelling" of Hades&Persephone that paints Demeter as the villain I will commit manslaughter :)
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alsostheon · 9 months
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Orphic Hymn to Hekate
Hekate of the Roads, lovely dame,
Of Earthly, watery, and celestial frame,
Sepulchral in saffron veil arrayed
Pleased with dark ghosts
Who wander through the shade
Persian huntress, world’s key bearer we hail
On the rough rock to wander thee delights
Leader and nurse, be present to our rites
Propitious grant our just desires success
Accept our homage and the incense bless
Guide our fortunes, gift us with your grace
Daughter of Perses, mistress of silence
Goddess of moon and clairvoyance
Wanderer of the wilds, ever leading
Dogs and deer, and tides receding
Please hear our prayers, help us to be wise
Ὕμνος εις Ἑκάτην
Εἰνοδίην Ἑκάτην κλῄιζω, τριοδῖτιν, ἐραννήν,
οὐρανίην, χθονίαν τε, καὶ εἰναλίην κροκόπεπλον,
τυμβιδίην, ψυχαῖς νεκύων μέτα βακχεύουσαν,
Πέρσειαν, φιλέρημον, ἀγαλλομένην ἐλάφοισιν,
νυκτερίην, σκυλακῖτιν, ἀμαιμάκετον βασίλειαν,
ταυροπόλον, παντὸς κόσμου κληιδοῦχον ἄνασσαν,
ἡγεμόνην, νύμφην, κουροτρόφον, οὐρεσιφοῖτιν,
λισσόμενοις κούρην τελεταῖς ὁσίαισι παρεῖναι
βουκόλῳ εὐμενέουσαν ἀεὶ κεχαρηότι θυμῷ.
Húmnos eis Hekátēn
Einodíēn Hekátēn klḗͅizō, triodĩtin, erannḗn,
ouraníēn, khthonían te, kaì einalíēn krokópeplon,
tumbidíēn, psukhaĩs nekúōn méta bakkheúousan,
Pérseian, philérēmon, agalloménēn eláphoisin,
nukteríēn, skulakĩtin, amaimáketon basíleian,
tauropólon, pantòs kósmou klēidoũkhon ánassan,
hēgemónēn, númphēn, kourotróphon, ouresiphoĩtin,
lissómenois koúrēn teletaĩs hosíaisi pareĩnai
boukólōͅ eumenéousan aeì kekharēóti thumō̃ͅ.
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ravenousnightwind · 1 year
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We don't talk about Odin
no no no
We don't talk about ohhhhdddiinnn
It was the battle
And
They were getting ready
There wasn't a cloud in the sky
Odin walks in with a mischievous grin
It looks like rain
He said
Then the warriors looked up in disdain
THUNDA
Making war in a hurricane!
He told me my king would die
The next day
DEAD
He told me I'd have a murder
AND JUST LIKE HE SAID
He said the rain would disappear
Now look we have no breeaaaddd
We don't talk about Odin oh no no no
We don't talk about ohhhdddiiinnn
With a seven foot frame
Ravens on his back
When he calls your name it all fades to black
He sees your dreams
Feasts on your screams
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diaday333 · 1 month
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Hymns/prayers for the Dead
I’ve never really considered reading/ writing hymns for the dead because I guess I never “needed” them, but with the tragic events going on the world right now, multiple gen-c-des and atrocities, I’ve felt moved to write these. Like I said in my last prayer post, keep speaking up, b0yc0tting, and keep praying! You can technically apply these prayers with any dead, but I had the m@rtyrs of Su-dan, Con- go, Ethiopia, and Pale - stine (breaking them up on purpose) in mind, as well as anyone else who have lost their lives due to the terrible events going on in this world and from their oppression. Also, sorry for any spelling or grammar errors.
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We call to Hermes Kαταιβάτης (he who leads souls down to the underworld), guider of souls. Immortal guide, lover of humankind, you take special care of us when we leave this earth, and your involvement shows the Gods’ love of humankind, as there is a God with us every step of the way, even after our deaths. Gracious God, during these times we ask for your grace, and for you to take extra care of the souls that find their way past the river Styx. Everyday now, thousands of people die from acts of cruelty from oppressors emboldened by hubris. We ask you to treat these souls with added care, especially those of children, taken from life too early, while you escort them to the dread queen's home or wherever their final resting place may lie. Charm them with your wand and bless their heavy eyelids, bringing them a peaceful end for their final rest. Oh Lord, guider of mortals, grant a sacred end to those who lived the best they could.
(Greek pronunciation: Kah-teh-vah-tiis(ees))
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To the Savior of the dead and the noble queen herself, we call to you! Dread Persephone and shadowy Hades, though you may not take every soul into your wide walls, you watch over the dead nonetheless, those who wander your fields of flowers. We thank you for your mercy towards our souls, notably of the most restless ones. We ask that they can find joy in the afterlife, especially those who were robbed of it. Not only do you take in these souls, Lovely Persephone, you exact justice on their behalf, with your kindly attendants, or daughters in some ways, the Erinyes, especially during these harrowing times. All we ask is for justice and a peaceful afterlife for the many martyred people of all the atrocities going on. We thank you, Hades and fair-tressed Persephone!
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“Fear the prayers of the oppressed.” I heard that today and I thought it fit. The Gods are with us and the oppressed during these times 🤲 They hear every prayer and they are outraged as we are. Keep up every action and don’t forget about our fellow humans suffering and don’t stop fighting!! No act of oppression goes past them and they hear everything. It’s been almost a year for Su-Dan, almost 6 months, 160+ days for Pale - stine, and years for Con-go. The Gods count each day and count each person who say and do nothing. I just want add some of my favorite excerpts that get me through these hard times and reminds me that the Gods care (which we already knew, but yknow).
“The gods are not blind to men with blood upon their hands. In the end the black (kelainai) Erinyes bring to obscurity that one who has prospered in unrighteousness and wear down his fortunes by reverse.” - Aeschylus, “Agamemnon”
“Hear, Tisiphone, Allekte, noble Megaira, revered goddesses whose Bacchic cries resound. Nocturnal and clandestine, you live deep down in the dank cave by the sacred water of the Styx. Men's unholy designs do incur your anger; rabid and arrogant, you howl over Necessity's dictates, clothed in animal skins, you cause the deep pains of retribution.” - (First part of) Orphic hymn 69
“Hear me and be gracious, 0 renowned Eumenides, O pure daughters of the great Chthonic Zeus and of lovely Persephone, fair-tressed maiden. Over the lives of impious mortals you keep a careful eye, in charge of Necessity, you punish the unjust.”
(First part of) Orphic hymn 70
“For whoever knows the right and is ready to speak it, far-seeing Zeus gives him prosperity…” - Hesiod “Work and days”
“You princes, mark well this punishment you also; for the deathless gods are near among men and mark all those who oppress their fellows with crooked judgements, and reck not the anger of the gods. For upon the bounteous earth Zeus has thrice ten thousand spirits, watchers of mortal men, and these keep watch on judgements and deeds of wrong as they roam, clothed in mist, all over the earth. And there is virgin Justice, the daughter of Zeus, who is honoured and reverenced among the gods who dwell on Olympus, and whenever anyone hurts her with lying slander, she sits beside her father, Zeus the son of Cronos, and tells him of men's wicked heart, until the people pay for the mad folly of their princes who, evilly minded, pervert judgement and give sentence crookedly.” - Hesiod “Works and Days”
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home-fire · 8 months
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an archeological hymn to Hestia
Before foundations were laid below you or roof raised above you, you were;
Before stones were marked out to hold you, or chimney and fireplace covered you, you were;
Before the shelter of walls embraced you, center of the home as yet unbuilt, you were;
Within the unwitting spark of tinder, the fragile ember, within the first primordial fire, you were;
The telltale sign of human presence-- that which made man into mankind, noble Hestia, you were;
The light that lit our way, the warmth that preserved us, tool and weapon and giver of food, you were;
The ritual heart, the circle center, the primal stage of ancient tales, you were;
Tender, keeper, bonder of bonds, bringer of shelter, guider and guardian of the human race,
From our infancy, great Hestia, you were-- ever have been, ever will be-- and ever shall you be deserving of praise.
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keysatthecrossroad · 1 month
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I call Ækátî of the Crossroads, worshipped at the meeting of three paths, oh lovely one.
In the sky, earth, and sea, you are venerated in your saffron-colored robes.
Funereal Daimôn, celebrating among the souls of those who have passed.
Persian, fond of deserted places, you delight in deer.
Goddess of night, protectress of dogs, invincible Queen.
Drawn by a yoke of bulls, you are the queen who holds the keys to all the Kózmos.
Commander, Nýmphi, nurturer of children, you who haunt the mountains.
Pray, Maiden, attend our hallowed rituals;
Be forever gracious to your mystic herdsman and rejoice in our gifts of incense.
- The Orphic Hymn to Hekáte
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hellenistic-prince · 10 months
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Hymn to Hestia
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Hestia, in the high dwellings of all, both deathless gods and men who walk on earth, you have gained an everlasting abode and highest honor: glorious is your portion and your right. For without you mortals hold no banquet, —where one does not duly pour sweet wine in offering to Hestia both first and last.
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delightingintragedy · 7 months
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Day 2: Hekate Eidôlios
Lady Eidôlios, The delicate and Ghostly Queen Who stalks the liminal like a wraith, Flowing saffron garments loosely trailing behind. When mortals lose themselves in your realm It is you who places a cold and gentle hand upon their shoulder And leads them out without a word. I cannot describe your beauty, It's haunting, it's soft, it's wrathful. Everything ethereal and otherworldly is what you are. Mild, merciful, forgiving, Good-natured Queen of Ghosts, As she is what she rules. Please, beautiful Lady Eidôlios, Take my every admiration, Take my awe, and take my praise. For you remind me of all the souls I've lost, And they look lovely.
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