Category Archives: Divine Communion

Hyperboreios

Heavenly Judge, who leaves the affairs of men during the winter portion of the
Year.  He whose place in our hearts can now only be filled by lofty
Praise, King of the far-northern throne, to whom we
Entrust all the riches of our souls.  He tends to the seat of
Righteousness, and is now set to harmonize,
By His Order, all things.  He is the Distance made manifest.  He is the
Origin of our desire, and His is the Glorious
Return.  But first, the Worlds must be made to move again,
Enthralled by His Will.  Therefor, we honor Him,
In all that we know, do and are, for He is
Our King, who is found in the lengthening dark, perched upon the
Summit of the Kosmic Order.

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The Rage of Demeter

© Columbine 2017

O child, sweet child, where have you gone?  Who has taken my Daughter from me?  This pain in my bosom has left me forlorn!  My eyes search, but they do not see!

IIIIEEEE!  I howl into darkness!  Into light!  Fierce, in the faces of All who deny the great Kosmic injustice done in their sight!

Where are you, O child?  Who has snatched you away?  Dare they come face me, to the Moirai, I pray!  And over these lands, these streams, fallow grounds– I will traverse until you are found!

Blessed Daughter, fear not!  This Earth, it shall suffer!  There is no reprieve from unending winter!  My tears, they fall, but cold are they now!  Such icy despair, causing death all around!

And lo, Great Helios, sun in the sky, has shown me the truth of your perilous plight!  To Zeus do I wail now– to burden, to shame– for trading your life for political aims!

Zeus!  Hear me!  I know the plan you have hidden from view!  I demand her return, now, from that one so uncouth!  Brother I did call him before, but never again!  On my life, it is sworn!

Wise you may be, and strong, and feared, but a Mother fears nothing above her own Daughter’s tears!  My child, my Kore, how she must weep in the dark Underworld, kept at vile Hades’ feet!

I will hear no more!  I will not be swayed!  You will have her sent here without delay!  And, to be clear, should your messenger fail, there will be consequence; naught shall survive this absence of my providence!

Reason!  O reason!  Seen by one I despised!  Zeus, perhaps I was harsh in my treatment!  Now, as the Swift One delivers my prize, I at last see through my stony bereavement!  Soon, my Kore returns to the land!  Then all shall be well, and warm again!

O child, sweet child!  Come here to my arms!  What’s this?  You say you have not been wronged?  How can this be, sweet Daughter of mine?  You willingly let yourself be entwined?

You have eaten the fruit of marriage, you say?  And can not deny the part you have played?  To bind yourself to the realm of the dead, you partook of the ritual and are glad to be wed?

Choice, you do call it, but rape is the word!  You were stolen out right!  No explanation was heard!  Your Father, and Uncle, they schemed and forthwith, you were drawn into Earth through a cavernous rift!

I will not stand for this outcome!  You know not your mind!  Child, denounce complicity in this crime!  State it now that under duress you were forced to comply with your captor’s requests!

Please, Zeus, you must intervene, and stop our Daughter becoming His Queen!  Yes, I know you arranged it, but surely you’ll find that pity upon me is called for this time!

Wait!  How many seeds did she eat?  If not the whole fruit perhaps we may entreat Hades, our Brother, to do the right thing, and allow my dear Kore to return in the spring!

Three seeds from the fruit of the pomegranate?  This is grave news, indeed, yet I’ll no longer panic!  For the months of winter she will go to her throne, and the rest of the year, will return to her home!

O child!  Sweet child, remember your Mother!  I will pine for your loss through all of my days!  And know in your heart that there be no other, whose love for you will never decay!

© Columbine 2017

The Blooming

I have let Your Love bloom in my heart, O Lord,
And I am not at peace.

Longing for You has overtaken my senses;
My arms reach for skies that shall not descend.

Joy is a memory long lost in this sea of injustice,
For You abound in this world,
Yet am I left stunned and silent in Your presence.

Apollon, O Lord, be kind and take pity on me.

In my faith and devotion, I have followed after You,
In my love and care, shall I hold the spark You have left me;

It is Your Love, and it blooms in my heart,
Watered by Your every emanation.

I am wanton in my desire, for You are Radiant,
And Your warmth eases my suffering, O Lord.

© Columbine  7/22/2018

He Comes, Bearing the Fruit of Conquest

Today is Theoxenia on the Treasury’s calendar.  Theoxenia is the day when Apollon returns to us from His abode in Hyperborea, where His focus was no longer upon the everyday needs of mankind, but instead set upon the many, many deeply primal aspects of creation, over which He governs.  It is widely accepted that during this time, Apollon is absent from our world, yet, as many devotee’s of the god will know, He often is most keenly present in our lives during His Hyperborean stay.

This might be due to the nature of the connection that intimate devotees share with Him.  Not only are we in constant contact with Him, what we experience of Him during the Hyperborean season especially, is well below the surface of what He shows to many others.  He is Lykeios and Telkinios, the wolf and the wind, ripping and cutting away the weak, in nature.  He is the blizzard that whites out all before you, leaving you stranded yet totally enveloped by Him.  He is also the spark that dwells in your heart and never fades, its light always there to show the way through the darkness.  And in this darkness, in this reality of the Hyperborean season, we walk a path that He has laid out– a path that leads to Him.

So, as He does each year at the height of the winter darkness, Apollon seizes the hearts of many new devotees.  These will be led through the wilderness of the Hyperborean season, and out through the gates of coming spring.  And then they will know Him in His completeness, as the light grows with the passage of time.

When He arrives at the doors of the House of Apollo, made up of the households and individuals dedicated to Him, He carries the enthusiastic and unfiltered love and adoration of those whose hearts He won in winter, who will be added to the glorious collection of souls that greet Him on Theoxenia.  For, as befits a conqueror, Apollon comes bearing the fruit of His conquest.

May we all celebrate the inclusion of our new fellows among the blessed of Apollon.  May we welcome them openly, and share what we have to share without hesitancy.  And, may we love them under the light of Apollon, as the members of His family that we all are.  For some, walking an Apollonian path may be difficult, and they may desire varying amounts of guidance.  May we be gentle in our interactions with them, remembering always, that once, many of us were conquests, too.

Hail Apollon!  Blessed Theoxenia!

A Message From Apollon: Find the Others!

And so the Lord Apollon commanded: Find His people– His true people– those who embody and affirm His ethos in the work of their everyday lives.  Those whose ferocity is untamed and uncontainable.  Those whose words strike with the force of truth.  Look not toward the meek, those overly humble ones, for they have not yet reached the core of their fire.  You burn.  You burn too hotly to remain in the company of the cold.

So dwell in fire, and in rage.  Let the venom fill your fangs, and bite!  Bite, for you are the serpent of the darkness!  Your voice is the sting of a pain yet to come!  Like the slow death of fever, or consumption, swift in dragon fire– you herald the end.

All is dark around you, but there is no fear, for you are the darkest dark, and the dark shapes itself to your will.  You focus the light, as did our Lord Apollon, when the light of Helios caused the dragon’s flesh to rot from its bones.  Helios is the Sun, but Apollon commands, for He is the Lord of Light, and the Prince of Shadow.  So shall you command the light within, to illuminate, and to awaken the sleepers among you.

All those who are enamored of Him must heed this command, for He is not known for His mercy.  Find the others.  Find your brethren and you sistren.  He calls you to come together, for the world is ripe for His true return.  Ready yourselves, and be ready to sharpen your blades of truth.  The time is near.  Soon, the Oracle shall speak.