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Blessed Pythias’ Day!

Hail to Apollon!  Hail to the Pythias!

In my household, the first day of November is celebrated as Pythias’ Day, wherein we honor those women who were Apollon’s Oracles at Delphi, in antiquity.

The traditional offerings (in accordance with my family’s traditions) for this day are olive oil, honey, milk, water, and cinnamon incense, along with a tall pillar candle as a focal point to represent them, as a whole.  And lastly, a new perfume.  However, this year I had to forgo the perfume for budgetary reasons.

Taken together, these are an offering that I find profound in their simplicity.  The Pythias crave their recognition.  More so than any of us claiming their title for ourselves, they demand real recognition for their work and devotion, and so long as we give that to them, I find that they are at peace.

So, praise to them, and Blessed Pythias’ Day.

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First Treasury Shrine of Apollon!

Hello, dear readers!  I have finally reached a level of completion on my secret project that allows me to share it with you all!  For what feels like forever, I have wanted and worked toward opening a shrine for Apollon that would be accessible to my community.  Well, I have at last been blessed enough to be able to see that dream become reality!

The First Treasury Shrine of Apollon website is up and running!  It’s kind of bare-bones at the moment, because I just really could not wait any longer to share it with you.  As of now, my Shrine Keeping Services page is up, along with some others, including the Virtual Guestbook, for visitors to leave written offerings to Apollon that I will read aloud before His Shrine.

In a few months, the shrine will be complete enough for me to open to the local public in Corpus Christi, Texas, for veneration, which is the most exciting part for me, as Shrine Keeper.  Facilitating others’ worship of Apollon is all I have ever wanted to do, and now I am able. I have been truly blessed beyond measure, and am so excited to bring my Lord’s shrine into fruition.

Thank you all for your support and encouragement!

Hail Phoibos!

Sharing Space With the Youth

I have a little night-owl on my hands.  He is so ultra bouncy, and really wears me out in the wee hours.  But one of the things that he enjoys, and will calm down for, is sitting at Apollon’s shrine to make small offerings, usually of tealight candles and bay leaves.  It’s dark, and he enjoys watching the candles flicker, and the leaves burn.  I often see him looking up at me as I whisper prayers upon each leaf before setting them alight.  I hope he has some memory of this when he’s older, but more importantly, I hope this carries over into his own relationship with Apollon and the other Theoi.

There is something so intensely satisfying about being able to share worship with my children, as I believe that without making room for them in our spaces, our religious movements are all but lost.  Our children really are our future, and in this world where they will be bombarded by the Monotheist over-culture, it’s so crucial to pass on our traditions, and to show them what Polytheist devotion looks like. The earlier, the better, I say.

In addition to this late night devotion, he and I say our morning prayers to Apollon together, where hopefully he’s picking up on the words and gestures.  We’re keeping it simple right now.  My daughter, on the other hand, is really expressing an interest in deeper devotional activities.

We haven’t completely worked out how to tackle this interest in a way that suits her, but we’re trying different things.  She has thus far been called to honor Prometheus and Helios, so we are looking for a small table or shelf to serve as her personal shrine for Them.  She also loves the lore, and is always asking me to recite the stories to her at bedtime. I do as she asks, and then we talk about the various lessons that the stories impart.

It’s very interesting to hear what she thinks about things that I have long ago formulated opinions on.  Her perspective is very fresh, as are her insights.  She’s shown me things that weren’t readily visible to me, which just further proves to me the nessecity of including the young. The Gods are speaking to them, as well.  All of us, but especially those of us who remember our own encounters with the Gods when we ourselves were children, should be particularly careful of excluding them, lest we all miss out on the next generation of insights.

And now my little man is finally asleep, so I am going to lay him down and follow him into dreamland.  Goodnight, everyone.  And may the Gods bless the children.

Pythias’ Day

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I love the turning of the wheel, and the ascent of the spiral.  I love how each year brings me round to my most dear celebrations, leading me down familiar currents, even while I know each drop of water in those currents is new to the stream, having never traveled there before.  The current remains familiar, though it is not, and can not be the same.  I love how time unfolds, like a wild blossom in the sunlight.  We can know what flowers will bloom in the clearing, even while knowing none of those flowers have ever bloomed there before.  So it is with the holy days.  We know them, and yet we do not know them.

Today is a holy day in my personal practice.  The first day of November is and has been the day when I give praise and thanks to the Pythias, each for their guidance of the world and their dedication to the Lord Apollon, and also for their mentoring of me for the past several years. They always speak to me loudest on this day, while filling my space with their presence.  I welcome them, and their cryptic whispers as they flit across my mind.  This is a day of many gifts– the gifts I give them, and the gifts of oracle I receive.

Today, they whisper to me of change.  A welcome sort of change.  A needed sort of change.  Something that shakes up my life in the most beautiful way.  I have heard their voices speaking and felt their fleeting touch.  I have seen their shapes in shadows and bands of light.  The veil is thin, and they have come to visit.

I know this day, and I do not know it.  I never know how their presence will manifest, or how they will affect my life.  I only know that they will come, and that they will be honored.  A long time ago they took me into their care.  I am not one of them, but I am a part of their legacy.  I am mindful of this whenever I preform the art and task that is my gift.  But never am I more mindful than on the first of November, when the Pythias remind me upon whose path I walk, and why.  For that, and so many other reasons, they receive my offerings.

Just an Itty-Bitty Fraction of a Song…

So, little known fact:  Sometimes I write songs for Apollon.  Even rarer still, sometimes I record them.  I recorded this little bit earlier this evening and shared it to my FB, thinking that would be the end of it.  Um, no…

Apollon:  You know you’re going to put this on your blog right?

Me:  Are you kidding?  FB wasn’t enough?

Apollon:  You know better, darling.

Me:  I can’t sing…

Apollon:  *laughs*

Me:  I’m serious…

Apollon:  So am I.

Soooooo, yeah.  I can only record about a minute at a time because my internet is super slow right now, that’s why the next part will be a while, but thanks to Apollon, you get to hear part one.  And really, He’s the one to thank, because *I* really want to curl into a ball of embarrassment, and disappear.

Call to Apollon, part 1

Apollon, come into my life
I have opened the doors
I see You in the bleak afternoon
When the storm breaks upon the shore

I know You in the calm waterways
I’ve seen You in the warm summer rays
But now in my life I need You to recognize
That I am so weary without You

Apollon, walk into my heart
You have been given the key
To release all the troubles that have burdened me
For so long, and such a fitful life

[Image on the recording is “Apollon” by PeyotaS on DeviantArt.  I think. Please offer corrections if I’m wrong.]