[Personal purificatory prayer to Apollon]

All-seeing, all-knowing God at the Summit of Creation, He Who eases the
Pains of mortality by the release of the soul through the rotten flesh, Who
Opens the gates of His temple, welcoming the weary
Travelers, those who honor the God toward Whom all
Roads lead.  Apollon, come now into this
Oikos, to cleanse me and all those dwelling here.  Blessed Lord,
Purify us through the sting of Your
Arrows.  Leave no rot untouched, for in all our longing for You, we have
Internalized the fear of change, which can not be avoided in this world
Or any Other.  You are that which corrects, the Harbinger of Truth, the
Saviour of mankind through the cleansing art of
Katharmos.  Blessed Lord, be the hand which
Alleviates the mounting stress of these modern
Times, for we, Your people, are in need.  And thus we
Honor You with prayer, falling continually from our lips,
And we honor You with our unflinching attention at the
Rising of the Sun, and we honor You in the outpouring of votive
Song, inspired directly by Your shining countenance, oh God of
Immeasurable Beauty, so that You may be pleased to uncloud
Our eyes, revealing all that we refuse to
See; and to open our minds, allowing Your illumination to
Pierce through all false assumption; and to open our souls to the true
Awe of the Divine that You so magnificently
Induce.  Praiseworthy, King in Your own right,
Apollon, Who sweeps aside all which would oppose Your Will,
Now, so dispose of the last vestiges of
Doubt, and if it please You, clear a way for me,
As Mistress of this House, to achieve Your Will and to mark a
Path of renewal upon each road I travel from now until
Hermes Psychopompos escorts me down life’s final road.  And
Never, my Lord, do You need doubt my loyalty, for You are
Eternally the source of all desire within me.  I am at once
Protected and revealed by Your reciprocation, God Most Blessed, Who
Heals by the utterance of words, or by the aesthetic sound
Of instruments played more masterfully than can
Rightly be imagined by mortal ears; and even still through Divine
Oneiromancy.  Lord, You are the Pinnacle, the Light of the World, and the
Stillness dwelling in my soul, and those of Your other grateful devotees.

Hail Apotropaios!  Hail Katharsios!  Hail Paian!  Hail Daphnephoros!

Hail Apollon!

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