The first degree of prayer is the introductory, which leads to contact and acquaintance with the divine; the second is conjunctive, producing a union of sympathetic minds, and calling forth benefactions sent down by the Gods even before we express our requests, while achieving whole courses of action even before we think of them; the … Continue reading Quiet, But Still Praying
Over the course of the past week or so, I have been using "Prayer to All of the Gods I" as my main shrine prayer, albeit with some modifications to incorporate a few other deities beyond the scope of the original prayer. It's a lot of libations, a lovely smattering of incense, and ... you … Continue reading My Personalized Version of the Prayer to All of the Gods I
Today is the autumnal equinox in my hemisphere, so it is officially time for mulled beverages, cozy sweaters, and autumn hiking. I made offerings to Persephone, the Horai, Helios, and Sulis this morning in honor of the occasion — pomegranate and sandalwood. My shrine, with offerings burning down for the equinox. My partner and I … Continue reading Happy Equinox!
A prayer to Apollôn about COVID-19. May our families, friends, and communities be as safe as the Fates permit. 💌
On the fifth day of the lunar calendar (ending in a few hours), Horkos was born to Eris. Here is a short prayer I wrote, and remember: read your obligations in every Terms of Service (typically the part with all-caps YOU or USER), baptism without consent is meaningless, and don't sign or vow anything until … Continue reading A Prayer to Horkos for the Fifth Lunar Day
In my blog post about reading Iamblichus’ On the Mysteries, I said that theurgy is “basically a fancy word for traditional cultus.” The post has gotten a lot of reach, with most referrals from Facebook (where I can’t see anything), but it was also posted to a Reddit board called r/Occult by someone. A Reddit … Continue reading In Which Some Comments Are Made About the Word Theurgy
Artemis dances, encircling, turning. She counts out the shape of eternity. Her forms and movements, aionic measures, make the beginning and limit of all. Everything she does is with boundless grace, descending with vibrations like footfalls. Beyond those heights, marking sacred measures, her brother's firm count reflects her turning. She, the Hunter of Hours, captures … Continue reading For Eternal Artemis
There's nothing like making offerings to Deo and Persephone on a night when the wind is blustery and harsh against the windows and the sky is shaking with rain. I bought some pomegranates this weekend on sale. I've been meaning to offer some of the seeds, so tonight, I cracked open a ripe pomegranate and … Continue reading Some Offerings on a Blustery Night