I don’t even know what to say…

I’ve recently been handed some disquieting revelations from Lord Dionysos, concerning Himself and myself, and the general state of the Kosmos.  I’m still reeling.  And I was just looking through the more than one hundred posts I had set to private near the end of 2015, and ran across quite a few that leave me wondering why I never republished them.

The following poem appeared with two other poems in a trio dedicated to Dionysos, and it is literally everything I’m experiencing now.  It’s like I wrote this from the future, while channeling into my past self.  Seriously, I just can’t with this, so that’s why I’m resharing it, so you can all not with me.

These Gods, I swear…  Lord have mercy…


Masks

I wear a Mask of Transformation
I change each face you see
All that you know is an Illusion, all that you feel, a fallacy

To suit each situation
I become what you want most
But ever you remember, my form is but a ghost

That which dwells within
The Truth above all truths
The reflection in the Mirrored Wall, was never me, ‘twas you

I am but a shell
A chrysalis of sorts
And if you truly seek to know, walk the long Path, not the short

Hardship is your teacher
Adversity your friend
Run not from confrontation, it will catch you in the end

And as you face your deepest fear
With naught but your own salty tears
Know that I am always here, and have been from the start

For, child, I am everything
The Stars, the Moon, the Earth, the Sea
Every life which dwells herein is but a part of me

So, take these words I say to you
Be purposeful, be strong
And when you find your way back home, know you’ve been here all along

© 2008

Deathless, Not Timeless…

“We who reign upon lofty Olympos, and under the gaping Earth, are no strangers to the marvels of your world.  Only technology, in its rapid evolution, is the truest metaphor for Our changing natures.  We have lived through your Dark Ages, and extended Our hands to lift you out of the mud.  We have inspired all manner of equipment, and We have whispered the blueprints of countless machines into the ears of geniuses.  So why then, when you look for Our hands in the world, do you see them gloved in the antiquated costumes of the past?  We are not Our stories, and We are not timeless, preserved in some fixed point in the Universe.  We live, and move among you, wearing your clothes, speaking your tongues, and making use of your fine instruments.  They were first, in fact, Our fine instruments.  It would do you well to remember that Our Deathless Lives have seen technologies come and go.  We have seen humans come and go, and come again.  What you think is new, is for Us, merely the newest breath upon a world of infinitely recycled air.”

— Apollon

Onward, Toward Phoibos

Things are changing in my cozy little world with Apollon.  I’ve gotten comfortable, I’ve gotten used to the ways in which I have related to Apollon for these last seven years.  Knowing Him has always before been like riding the edge of a massive storm, or being sucked into it. He has been harsh, never mincing His words or holding back in His actions.  He’s taught me so much under the epithets I’ve primarily interacted with Him as.  But, although those parts of Him are still here and are still of great importance to our unique relationship, now is the time for them to step quietly back, and to allow a new aspect to receive my primary devotion.

It was a year, perhaps two years ago, that I received an oracle from one of my Sisters, wherein Apollon had announced His intention to shift the dynamics of our relationship.  I did not fully understand this intention, at the time.  I was content, as I always had been, with dwelling in the midst of Apollon as Despota, Krysaoros, Telchinios and Lykeios.  I thought there would be no need for me to further understand Him as Phoibos (Phoebus, as my Roman Sister had said in the oracle).  But I was wrong.

His brightness is deep and powerful, and incendiary.  It is also warm and compassionate.  I think that warmth and compassion may have been two of the things most obviously lacking in our relationship.  To say that He has pushed me hard in the seven years that I’ve been exclusively His would be the grossest of understatements.  I have come to love Him in His harshness, to appreciate His care and concern, to revel in His possessiveness, and so now, as those lessons have become so deeply a part of me, He moves toward a new set of lessons, from a different part of Himself.

Like casting a light onto what no longer serves His fullest purposes, He shows me that it is not acceptable for me to become stagnant within His familiar forms.  It is time to move onward, toward Phoibos, to celebrate His light, to see through eyes unclouded.  What I will find there, I do not know.  I couldn’t even venture to guess.  It is dangerous to look directly into the sun, so perhaps my attention is better served by acknowledging that which He illuminates– to turn myself in the direction of His nod, or His gaze.  And perhaps, in so doing, in allowing His light to envelop me, I may In fact better notice my own shadow, casting darkness in my wake.  And perhaps I will learn to understand and accept myself in my totality, for that shadow is a part of me.

Deipnon Purification Ritual (Dec. 29, 2016)

42 minutes of me praying silently for purification from Apollon, on behalf of myself and a few other individuals, while at the shrine. One candle is lit for each person. About halfway through I light some bay leaves in a rather spectacular fire.

Hail Paian! Hail Pythios! Hail Phoibos!

Shrine Etiquette & Information

First Treasury Shrine of Apollon

With the public opening of the shrine a few months away, I thought I would go ahead a lay down some guidelines for what is acceptable when visiting in person.

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The first thing, is for all visitors to be respectful of the space.  Keep your voices low, and do not handle objects on the shrine, unless the Shrine Keeper has informed you that it is acceptable.

Certain offerings will be provided for you, such as stick incense for the incense dish, and olive oil and water to pour over the Agyieus Stone.  You may bring your own incense for offering, along with your own drink offerings which you may pour into another dish provided for that purpose.  Drink offerings that you bring are not to be poured over the Agyieus Stone.

Flowers, or other small trinkets or gifts you may wish to present to Apollon are also welcomed.  All…

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