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Ode to Thirteen Goddesses ver. 2

Lovely Persephone, ruling over the hosts of Hades
You bring solace, both above and below
Assuaging the barrenness of Winter, Death and Time

Indomitable Rhea, in the face of all adversity You smile
For You are the Lioness, whose prowess is known
In the hearts of those who labor on

Shimmering Amphitrite, Lady resting upon the waves
Your gentle motions ease our hearts
While warning of the dangers of the deep
That we may honor the division of Land and Sea

Wild Artemis, running along rivers
Protectress and Huntress of beasts
We honor Your fierce glory
And stand awed by the might of Your Bow

Indelible Ariadne, Lover of Madness, Speaker of Truth
Your lessons are those we find within us
Of Will, and Wisdom, and love’s fickle moods

All-encompassing Gaea, O vastness of Earth
Who is at once Mother and Grandmother
Eternal Creatrix, we praise You
And embrace You at our end

Luminous Hekate, Light at the Crossroads
Tending the unwelcome spirits
Even these have purpose among Your retinue
As we hail them in passing

Compassionate Athena, Lady favoring strategy over brute force
We are the wheels You set in motion
And by our hands is the Divine Work done

Warlike Aphrodite, bane of hearts and Mistress of cruel Ares
You tempt even the strongest of mortals
And Yours is the triumph of procreation

Beloved Hestia, consumed in the flame of enlightenment
Yours is the way of the Unfettered Self
We are but fleeting in the face of Your truth

Illustrious Hera, Queen of Gods, tester of men
Your trials forge character and train resolve
For ego falls away, as Your gaze falls upon us

Resplendent Leto, She of Untamed Spirit
Woe be upon the boasters and fakers
Who with scornful tongues
Will know the peace of Your Offspring

Bountiful Demeter, by whose power Earth’s sustenance is grown
Your gentle hand did guide us in first planting
Thus laying the seeds of civilization for all humankind

Blessed are the Goddesses!  Hail these Magnificent Thirteen!

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Gratitude Project 2017, Day 4 – Aphrodite

Aphrodite.  Where do I begin?  I’ve always had a pull toward Her, some kind of force that ensured I would sit at Her feet as a child and young woman, absorbing all the Divine grace that my Lady had to offer me.  I didn’t understand it back then, or have the faintest idea what was happening, but She was there.  She was always there.

When I look back on those years, I clearly see myself drowning in Her power, in Her presence.  It was more blessing than curse, but it had its unsavory moments. To be touched by Aphrodite means that you will be seen, and there were times when I didn’t want to be seen.  Truly, I believe She was my first teacher in the ways of Queenship.

A Queen is a focal point of attention, bad and good.  I had to learn early how to navigate the winding roads of p/People’s sight and interest, and it was difficult.  I also had to learn when to use a prod when a smile wouldn’t get things done. That was more difficult, but She taught me.  In Her guise as Areia, She taught me.

Aphrodite is so much more than society will have you believe.  Those who worship Her know this, but it seems to surprise those who do not.  A War Goddess in Her own right, She knows the games people play with their hearts and the hearts of others, all too well.  She knows what passions lead soldiers to defend each other to the death.  She is All Love, and All Grace, and I am grateful.

I am grateful for Aphrodite, grateful for Her lessons, and for Her example.  I am grateful for Her subtleties, and for Her extremes.  I am grateful for the ways in which She shaped my psyche, and the ways She shaped my soul.  I am a better woman for Apollon because of Her, a better Queen for my people, and I am a better human for this world because of Her, too.

#GratitudeProject2017

Ode to Thirteen Goddesses

Lovely Persephone, ruling over the hosts of Hades
You bring solace, both above and below
Assuaging the barrenness of Winter, Death and Time

Indomitable Rhea, in the face of all adversity You smile
For You are the Lioness, whose prowess is known
In the hearts of those who labor on

Well-loved Columbia, Lady of sweet freedom
Whose strong arms enfold us in warmth
Glad are we by Your presence
And in Your absence left cold

Wild Artemis, running along rivers
Protectress and Huntress of beasts
We honor Your fierce glory
And stand awed by the might of Your Bow

Indelible Ariadne, Lover of Madness, Speaker of Truth
Your lessons are those we find within us
Of Will, and Wisdom, and love’s fickle moods

All-encompassing Gaea, O vastness of Earth
Who is at once Mother and Grandmother
Eternal Creatrix, we praise You
And embrace You at our end

Luminous Hekate, Light at the Crossroads
Tending the unwelcome spirits
Even these have purpose among Your retinue
As we hail them in passing

Compassionate Athena, Lady favoring strategy over brute force
We are the wheels You set in motion
And by our hands is the Divine Work done

Warlike Aphrodite, bane of hearts and Mistress of cruel Ares
You tempt even the strongest of mortals
And Yours is the triumph of procreation

Beloved Hestia, consumed in the flame of enlightenment
Yours is the way of the Unfettered Self
We are but fleeting in the face of Your truth

Illustrious Hera, Queen of Gods, tester of men
Your trials forge character and train resolve
For ego falls away, as Your gaze falls upon us

Resplendent Leto, She of Untamed Spirit
Woe be upon the boasters and fakers
Who with scornful tongues
Will know the peace of Your Offspring

Bountiful Demeter, by whose power Earth’s sustenance is grown
Thank you for the greatest bounty of all
Your Daughter, the Blossom of Spring

Blessed are the Goddesses!  Hail the Magnificent Thirteen!

Hymn to Areia

Soft-armed Areia, Who cradles us in the moment of our supreme ecstacy

Blessed Goddess, come

Sublime Areia, of rich ichor, dancer among the blades

Sweet, Golden Armored Goddess, come

She Who drives the grand chariot of swans, sounding like the awful horns of war

Illustrious Goddess, come

Areia, Friend of Ares, the Lover of Bloodshed, the Slayer of Men

She Who is revered in the hallowed hills of moist graves, along with Her Lover, Who delights in carnage

Precious Goddess, holding Victory in Her hand, come

Being our aid and our friend, Sweet Goddess, come

Soft-armed Savior on the plain of war, embracing us at the moment of death, come

Our hearts are our sacrifice, Dear Goddess

May our ferocity be matched only by the flow of our enemies’ blood

Yes, Merciless Goddess, delighting in passionate screams of all kinds, come

Golden Aphrodite

Well, today is my birthday and I have so much to talk about.  Let’s start with Aphrodite and what I did to honor her the other day (Oct. 6).

I could tell as soon as I awoke that morning, that it was going to be one of those days where I’d find myself spending most of my time tending the house, and such.  I wasn’t feeling particularly beautiful, or graceful, or charismatic, but I prayed to Aphrodite at her shrine anyway, explaining that I couldn’t offer her the kind of undivided attention that she deserved, and asked that if she only waited a few days, I would write a post about her to share with everyone.  I then lit some cinnamon incense for her, which I believe she accepted, because not long afterward, I began to feel very loving and heart-full.

Her golden image kept popping up in my mind, the scene of her birth that is so well presented in Homeric Hymn #VI:

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I will sing of stately Aphrodite, gold-crowned and beautiful, whose dominion is the walled cities of all sea-set Cyprus. There the moist breath of the western wind wafted her over the waves of the loud-moaning sea in soft foam, and there the gold-filleted Hours welcomed her joyously. They clothed her with heavenly garments: on her head they put a fine, well-wrought crown of gold, and in her pierced ears they hung ornaments of orichalc and precious gold, and adorned her with golden necklaces over her soft neck and snow-white breasts, jewels which the gold- filleted Hours wear themselves whenever they go to their father’s house to join the lovely dances of the gods. And when they had fully decked her, they brought her to the gods, who welcomed her when they saw her, giving her their hands. Each one of them prayed that he might lead her home to be his wedded wife, so greatly were they amazed at the beauty of violet-crowned Cytherea.

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After that, I just had to be outside in the warm sun, to feel her loving, solar arms enfold me.  Aphrodite is such a multi-faceted goddess.  I see her in the sun, and the sea, and in the constant perpetuation of life in South Texas, as well as the love blooming in my heart for the gods, and the spirits of this land.

Even now, in October, flowers and fruits are budding before the weather cools enough for the plants to hibernate.  Aphrodite’s passion keeps them inflamed with the desire to procreate new life, just as her passion does the same for humans.  Just think of all the women whose babies will be born in the summer months.  Aphrodite is with them now, inspiring grace, beauty, eloquence, and a multitude of other blessings in them.

Which brings me to the second part of my story regarding her day.  Namely, how the goddess inspired me with uncharacteristic eloquence, allowing me to spontaneously declare my love to Apollon in poetic verse, as I stood outside with my arms outstretched toward the sun.

I can no longer remember what it is that I said, but what I felt from him as the words tumbled from my lips was sublime.  There is so much more I could say about it, but I promised myself I would focus more on the Golden Cyprian for this post.  I bring this up as an example of how giving Aphrodite can be. That she willingly gave up a large portion of her special day so that I could praise my Lord, who already gets two days per month set aside specifically for him, is amazingly selfless, like a mother’s love.  Of course, motherly love is also in her sphere of influence.  All kinds of love are hers, for all love originates with our most beloved Aphrodite.  And so, I will leave you now with one last image of the foam-born goddess, for your veneration.

Hail to you, beloved Aphrodite of the waves, and of the foam.  May we delight in you, and in your invincible powers of love and desire.  Praise to the mighty goddess of Cyprus, the mother of Eros, the lover of Ares, in whom both love and war depend.  We also depend on you, Golden One, to keep our hearts open to the many passions that you most gloriously represent.

Hail Aphrodite.