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Deipnon Prayer

The prayer I’ll be using for tonight’s Deipnon celebration.  Feel free to use yourself, or alter to suit your needs.  <3


Hekate, who carries the bright torch in the darkness, hear me, Your child, on this night that You will roam the lands, far-stretching!  I am born of a land far from the home of those who first honored You, O Dread One, but in my need, You found me those many years ago. And through Your guidance, was I revealed to the destiny that awaited!

Hekate, I give thanks to You, for the role You’ve played in my spiritual transition!  I give thanks also for Your blessings, which I have continually received since the days of my early youth!  Hekate, upon this night of the Dark Moon, I ask again for your blessings, and Your Divine protection, that the spirits, sinister and mischievous alike, will not bother we who dwell here, in this home!

[Place offering(s)]

May the spirits pass by these walls, and may they roll over this roof like Amphitrite’s waves!  May Your hounds find all apparitions who lurk here with malice in their hearts, driving them forth onto the next step of their journey! Hekate, may You pass with Your entourage in stillness and in peace, and may none of us within these walls draw Your ire, or Your attention, this sacred Deipnon night!

Hail Hekate!

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Telling and Retelling: The Gift

Telling and Retelling is a series inspired and dictated by the Theoi featured prominently in each story; in this case, Prometheus and Hestia.  These stories are not meant to replace established lore, but instead to expand understanding of the Theoi, and of the events which shaped Their mythology.  These stories are given to me directly from the Theoi in question, but are undoubtedly colored through the filter of my individual awareness.  Please take from them whatever you find is useful, with this knowledge in mind.  Happy reading.  <3


Image found on Google, to represent Hestia, and Her flame.

Prometheus peered sullenly through the clouds which obscured His sight, and that of the other Theoi, from the grim reality of the beasts of the Earth. Below the Blessed Gods, all the animals roamed, each with their respective gifts, to allow them the best chances for survival upon Gaea’s breast.

Each creature had its specialty.  There were those which flew through the skies, with their hollow bones and feathered bodies; and there were those that swam beneath the many waters, aided by sleek scales and powerful fins.  The beasts which roamed the land were of great variety, many with hooves for running, and others with great claws for climbing or rending flesh from bone.  Still many were blessed with fangs sharp as swords.

And then, there was a curious race.  A race of beasts which had no such magnificent attributes, save for maybe their intelligence.  However, intelligence would not save them from the other beasts, who all had much more formidable gifts.

Zeus had called this race Man, and the Once Born, King of the Gods, had not looked twice upon the last of the Gods’ creations.  He had no pity for such weak and feeble creatures, and so had resigned them to their fate.

Prometheus grasped His beard in pensive thought, as the clouds continued to drift across His view.  He was responsible for these creatures.  He should have made certain that they received a gift that could enable them to thrive in the harsh world below, yet had He failed them.  And before long, a race with great potential would be stricken from the memory of Earth, its like never to be seen again.

The Titan could not let this be.  He could not allow Man to be wiped out before they had a chance to show the Theoi what their existence was truly worth.  So, He resolved to share with Man the Gods’ ultimate secret, and most guarded treasure.

He would give Man fire, and then watch them evolve.


The plan was a risky one.  If He were caught, Zeus would not be merciful. Prometheus could not even imagine what punishment might await Him at the hands of the King, for Zeus was as creative as He was stern.  But He simply could not abide the tragedy of Man’s vulnerability.  So, with a deep breath, He concealed the torch under His robe, and stepped quietly into the hearth-chamber.

He looked to the right, then to the left.  No one.  He crept forward, feeling the sacred fire’s heat more intensely as He approached.  The fire crackled, and embers flew in all directions, raining down slowly and cooling into ash on the floor.

Prometheus breathed at last, sliding the torch from beneath its sheath of cloth. But, before the Titan could coax a single delicate flame into being upon the cold torch, He was met with the measured voice of Hestia, who was keeper of the sacred flame.

She spoke.  “Prometheus, whose name means forethought, were you not wise enough to foresee my presence in this place, which is mine?”

Prometheus immediately halted, pulling the torch back, close to His body. He turned and met Hestia’s fierce eyes, as they reflected the flame back at Him.

“My Lady,” He began, “I had only hoped to avoid your shining presence, as I did not wish to disturb.”  It was not a lie.  He made no attempt to conceal the torch, however, for He knew that She had already seen it.  To do so would only serve to insult the fine Sister of Zeus.

She walked toward Him, with all the surety of one whose command would be obeyed, if She but said the word.  “And to what end do you carry that instrument into my sacred dwelling place?”  She inquired, with a graceful gesture as She passed Him.  “If you require a flame, you have only to ask, and I will provide, as is my duty.”

Upon reaching the hearth, Hestia held Her hands close to the fire, and it licked Her fingers.  She turned Her head slightly, to catch Prometheus in Her bright shining stare.

“You would not dare to steal my flame, would you?  You would not take what is most sacred without my consent.”

The Titan averted His gaze, unable to lie, yet unable to speak the truth.  For, indeed, He had come to take what was Hers, and Hers alone to give.

“Sweet Goddess, you who are lovely beyond all reckoning, and wise beyond myself and so many Others, I meant no offense to you.  Truly.”  His head hung low and His hands gripped the torch, trembling slightly as passion began to overtake His words.  “And yet, I did come here with intent to house some of your fire upon this torch,” He confessed.  “But before you judge me a thief, Great Lady, do listen to the reason for my trespass.  If you would do that, I will accept any fate you deem appropriate.”

Hestia removed Her hands from the fire, folding Her arms across Her chest in contemplation.  “Then speak to me of your reasons, Titan, and I shall judge their worthiness for my fire.”

And so spoke Prometheus of His responsibility and His concerns, of His guilt and of His hope for the future of Man.  He told of Man’s intelligence and ingenuity, and He told of their vulnerability, as well.

The many great beasts of the Earth could overtake this soft race easily, for they had not been given a proper gift upon their creation.  And as Zeus had looked down on them with dismissal, even with scorn, Prometheus charged Himself with righting the wrong done to them, and was prepared to pay the price for His presumption.

Hestia listened silently, absorbing the Titan’s words, and also His passion for the poor animal, Man.  In His voice, She heard the pride of a parent for the unknowable fate of their offspring.  Although the future was not His to know, He saw a great one for this small and vulnerable race.

The Goddess silenced Him then, having heard the case made for the necessity of fire, for the use of Man and their descendants.

“Speak no more,” She said in hushed tones, “for it is clear to me that your intentions are pure, indeed.  I am the keeper of the sacred hearth, that which warms, and that which prepares nourishment.  The Man animal that lives upon the body of Great Gaea could perhaps one day be more like the Theoi than unlike Us, but only if they cultivate civilization.”

As She spoke, She coaxed a tiny ember from the sacred hearth, and it floated into Her waiting hands, where it grew into a robust flame in its own right.

“The spark of true and lasting civilization is the fire of the sacred hearth, which lives forever as the heart of a people.  I keep the heart of Olympos for our People, and from our mighty heart, do I make this gift of fire, for the race of Man upon the Earth.”  She laid the fire upon the torch held in Prometheus’ still trembling hands.  “Go with grace, and be swift,” She whispered.

Prometheus, with face shining in reverence for Hestia, the Twice Born, whose wisdom was like an ever-blooming flower, held the torch aloft and bowed to His Lady.  The gift was given, and He saw now that He was not, and never could be, the Giver, for fire was not His to give.  Nor was it Zeus’ to withhold.

The Titan fled the hearth-chamber then, leaving behind lofty Olympos, and descended to where Man huddled together in their caves.

By the glory of Hestia, by Her grace and compassion, the weak yet intelligent animal that was Man, would not only survive, but thrive in the wilds of nature. They would build great civilizations, as they expanded upon the face of Earth. And they would come to know and honor the Theoi, giving sacrifice and love unto Those who would have kept them kneeling in the dirt.  But such was no longer their fate, for wise and lovely Hestia had seen their potential, and gave them the means to realize it.

© Columbine 2017

Hymn to Hekate and Hermes

Maiden of Three Faces, walking under the veil of Starry Nyx, you do lead the troubled souls to their rightful end.  You who are Bright Shining, carry the torch which illuminates the path to the Underworld.

Gather Your retinue, and with Your hounds, traverse the fields and cities of men, snatching all who would deign to stumble before You, Great Goddess.

O Terrible Hekate, who carries the keys to the crossroads, through which all magic flows, Your power can be both boon and blight upon those who seek for Your knowledge.  But where there is terror, there is also grace, and the desire to heal before the desire to curse.

Yours is the power of Earth and Sea and Sky, all boundless and free, unfettered by the chains of ego, which so commonly binds the will of men.  And Your inheritance is the bright intellect of Phoebe, from whom You descend, which is a beacon for those who, through right action, wish to serve and preserve Your sphere in this world.

Guide us, Hekate, as only You may guide us, for we are but children floating in the grace of the Gods.

And with Your Consort, Winged Hermes, who leads the souls of the contented dead to their rightful end, the balance of the living and the dead is preserved.

Hermes, who is called Psychopompos, shepard of men, and guide of the souls to their place in the Underworld, You are well loved and well respected.  To You do we call for aid when traveling all manner of roads, and it is You who ferries us to safe abodes when Hekate walks the land.

All boundaries are Your domain, and You preside over them with skill and humor, Blessed Hermes.  From the far reaches of outward adventure, to the inner spaces of self-assessment, You are with us in our bewilderment.

From the moment we open our eyes as free beings, blessed with conscious thought, to the moment we take Your hand at the end of our days, Hermes, You are beside us, granting both luck and obstacles to strengthen our steps upon the roads of life.

Hermes of the Ways, Bringer of Luck, Trickster who benefits men with Your wile and daring, be as a kind face, aiding when You can, and teaching all the while of the threats we face as mortals, that we might face them, not with fear coiling in our hearts, but with acceptance and the will to overcome.

Such is Your boon, Patron of Thieves, who judges not the actions of men more than You judge their hearts.  When light ceases to touch our senses, and the deep expanse of death opens before us, we will seek for you, Blessed Hermes.

And if we do not, if we become as the restless dead wandering the roads and the wilds bestowing terror upon all who cross our paths, may we soon find the company of Hekate, Your Consort, for no matter which of You shows us the way, the final road leads to the peace we all seek in life, but may only find in death.

Hail to the Great Gods of the Roads, Guides of Souls, and Companions of Death! Hail to Hekate and Hermes!  Hail and Praise!

An Interesting Way to Become Acquainted with City Spirits

[Obviously, the above photo isn’t of my neighborhood, nor is it even my photograph, but it is one of my favorite places in all of the city.]

So, ever since I moved back to this city, I’ve kind of been stuck without transportation in a pretty rough neighborhood.  Like, most of the time it’s fine.  People don’t bother me, and I don’t bother them.  As long as the sun is out, the most dangerous thing I have to deal with is the occasional small pack of stray dogs wandering around looking for food, water, or shelter.  I try to leave out some water for them, at least whenever I can, but I’ve digressed.  The point is that the neighborhood is rough enough for me to not take a whole lot of time walking around, getting to know the environment first hand.

I’m not new to this city.  I’ve been here for a long time (despite short stints in other places), but just not on this side of town.  This area is a mystery in many ways.  I’ve gotten tapped by the local Land spirit, who seems interested in getting to know me (the feeling is mutual), but it’s hard to do that when you can’t reasonably expect to beat the pavement just to get a lay of the land.

It’s so important that it’s been eating at me, because I haven’t been able to do it.  While I said most of the time the neighborhood is safe enough in the daytime, I have a two year old that would have to come with me everywhere I go, and I just do not see it as being safe enough for that.  If it were just me, I’d probably do it.  But not with my son in tow.

So, now what?  Now what do I do?  How can I reasonably fulfill this directive from the Land, to get to know the land?  Well, there’s an unconventional way, if you’re willing to hear me out, and perhaps even try it.  It’s something I’ve been experimenting with, and so far it’s been quite helpful in helping me get used to the neighborhood, as well as its landmarks.  But it is only the first step.

To begin, open your internet browser and open up Google Maps.  Type in your address and switch to street view.  Now look.  You can see your street, turn 360 degrees, and go off in any direction you want, following the roads of course.  Depending on how recent the last Google drive by was, the area may or may not be completely current, but it should be enough to get you started.

Spend a few days using the Google street view to tour your neighborhood and surrounding areas.  If you have the time and the funds, you might also try riding the neighborhood buses around, as that is another good way to get your bearings without having to walk around.  I know there are lots of reasons why a person might not be able to walk their neighborhood regularly or at all.  Whatever your reasons, you should feel able to complete your spiritual obligations without doing anything that may likely do more harm than good.

So, after you’ve had sufficient time to become acquainted with the layout of the area, next comes the reaching out to the land.

This can happen in whatever ways you see fit, in accordance with your practice and spirits.  What I do, is pick a nice quiet night when everyone else in the house is asleep, and I sit silently, making offerings to the Land and accompanying spirits and inviting them to meet.  I then reach out to the land around me, and I follow it where it wants to lead, through visualization, made easier by my study of the maps, which is still ongoing.  I’d like to explore other areas of the city this way, as well.

Now, I should note here that I didn’t just jump right into following the spirit around on the first night.  The very first night is probably best for introductions.  It’s best to very gradually build up your rapport with the Land spirits, so I recommend trying this or something similar once a week for a few months, just gradually expanding your awareness as you and the Land become more familiar with one another.  Eventually, your relationship should develop as you all see fit.  Just keep communicating.  That is by far the best tool at your disposal.

Also, it’s such a simple way to solve this problem that I’d be really surprised if I were the first one to try this.  If you’ve already been doing this, or something similar with a different map site, I’d love to know how you found your results.  :)

Evocation of Hera

Queen, from whom Sovereignty cascades, like water falling from a mountaintop; You who are Most Fair among Goddesses, and supremely regal in Your bearing! You who rule, equal to the King in all ways; Triple-formed Hera, lovely in all aspects, hear our call!

Hera Pais, O holy virgin, sweet as the apple blossoms of springtime, whose everblooming petals attracted the love of Zeus!  Hear our call, Lovely One, and attend to these rites, if ever You wished to be adored!

Hera Teleia, wife full-grown, ripe as the apples hanging heavily upon the summer branches!  You who are Matron and Queen, hear our call and attend, Powerful One, as we lay out the feast in Your honor!

Hera Chḗrē, the widow who is a comfort to Herself in autumn, and secure in the passage of Her life, during winter’s firm grasp; She who falls like an apple seed to the ground, ready to be renewed by water and Earth!  Most Revered One, hear our call, and attend to the love of Your mortal children!

We who are Your own cry out in witness to Your glory, Great Hera, Queen of us all, Governess of the fates of women, Protectress of the marriage bond!  We call upon You this day, in the hope that we may lavish adoration upon You, and show You our deepest respect!

Here lays the feast, our gift to You, among many others, that You may be filled with Earthly bounty in our gratitude!  Here also do we pour out sweet libations, to quench even Your thirst, O Sublime Goddess!

Hear our call, and attend, O Lovely Queen, and we shall cherish Your presence for as long as You decide to remain here with us, and longer still, after!

Blessed Hera, be welcomed!

© Columbine 2017