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Hail to the Prince


Hail to the Lord of Plagues, the Bright One who suffers no fool lightly. Hail to He who is both the Tempest, and the Eye of the Tempest.

Hail to the Unshorn Lord flinging baleful arrows. Hail to the Prince who’s aim is always precise– and woe to the enemy within His sight.

Hail to Apollon who stands at the front, blinding and magnificent. Hail to He who cures, He who destroys, He whose divine word settles war.

Hail Apollon!

Jan. 24, 2016


Destroyer, and the Waiting Ones

Sometimes, if I close my eyes tight to block out the world, I can feel my heart beating to a secret rhythm.  A warlike rhythm.

The clashing of swords, yes, and the whir of arrows over vast distances. Those are the songs of my heart, and of my blood.

Memories long past; they are not mine, but the feel of these raging hearts are familiar.

I understand justice and vengeance and desire, and I understand pain and loss and suffering.  And I want to understand excellence.

When the world is still, quiet, I can feel the heat of Your Presence.  Inside, throughout, so deeply saturating.  Burning away the pain beneath the pain.

Destroying.  Releasing. Purging.  Purifying. To be vicious, to be soothing.  You play me as deftly as You play Your lyre, and You make me better with each masterful stroke.

And if I am quiet beside You, if I am still, sometimes I can feel the Waiting Ones. Never far, always near.

But waiting doesn’t mean They are quiet, and waiting doesn’t mean They are still. They are a swarm, the Waiting Ones.  An agitated swarm.

And they carry a warning.  A warning not to assume too much, for they will treat all wrong with due consequence.

They are not squeamish, the Waiting Ones, and fear was absolved from them in times long past.  Times when they lived, and also died.  I am theirs, and they are mine.

It is my duty to purge and to purify, to destroy and to release.  As You have done for me, Destroyer, so do I, for the Waiting Ones.

And I play them as deftly as I play my own instrument, and they are made kinder by each loving stroke.



Telchinios, my love, the first form I ever knew of You
And yet, I knew You not

I knew not how the thrashing wind would claim my soul
Nor the power of the storm which spurred You forward
After me

Telchinios, the razor wind, the sweet caress
Fuel of the Tempest within me

Surrounding me in my youth
Pushing my bow forward, to strike the chords which
Pleased You

Telchinios, in the shape of a Wolf, Destroyer of men
My heart rests in Your possession

You may not be careful, that is Your right
But always You are true to
Our love

Telchinios, my love, I raise my arms to You
Who breathes forth the warm Autumn breezes

Taking my reverent kisses into the sky
Even as my eyes look upon the Earth, seeing naught but
Your illumination


Praise to You, my Beloved.  Praise always.

Apollon In Darkness

So, I am not fortunate enough to personally know any other devotees of Apollon, meaning I don’t have many stories with which to compare my own experiences of the god.  Which is a real drag for me, but only seems to amuse my Lord, since it was his desire that I learn directly from him, experiencing him myself, with no one else’s opinions to be used as a qualifier, or a filter.  I can see the logic in this, but knowing a little of what to expect might have helped me get past the initial shock of my first encounters with the Wolfish Apollon.

You see, I was already familiar with Apollon as the Raven, and with Apollon as the Serpent. I grew up surrounded by those aspects of the god. It was the Wolf that I needed to become acquainted with, and the Wolf is not very much like the Mouse.

One thing I’ve noticed though, is that apparently this aspect of Apollon’s personality is disputed by some.  Really?  Apollon’s name means Destroyer, and there is a dispute regarding the more obviously dangerous parts of his nature? Seriously?

He is the god who sees all the paths of time clearly, and he is the Worker From Afar, who often destroys parts of us, or parts of our lives that he sees as a hindrance to our growth.  Humans can not see so far ahead, and thus we whine and complain when he changes our lives, unknowing of the improvements he has made on our behalf.

But he does not have to stay far back, and will often dive right into a person’s deepest hurts and traumas.  Because, dear reader, Apollon, the Prince of Olympos, is just as comfortable wading through the darkness of our hearts, as he is reveling in the enlightenment that he himself provides.  That is why he is able to pull even the dredges of society back toward his light, to truly help us become better than we were.

Apollon is a liminal god, one who exists between, within the realm of shadow. Which is to say, the space between darkness and light, for he has mastered both.  How else can we appreciate his light, if we do not also glimpse the darkness that is his to unleash?  How will we be able to understand and appreciate his kindness, if we are not also privy to his wrath?

My Lord is not all light and healing, and emotional reserve. Yes, those things are a part of him, but they are not all of him.  I can not say whether knowing this part of his nature is positive or negative, because knowing him like this has brought me both pain and joy in equal measure.  So, perhaps not all of his humans are meant to know him thusly, and that’s okay.  However, I do believe that Apollonian devotees should at least be aware that moderation does not necessarily equal repression, and that Apollon is, in fact, an incredibly passionate god.  A god without passion could never lead the Muses, and Apollon is the most passionate god I’ve ever known.  But, perhaps I am biased, being his absolute possession, and all.


Avert your gaze!  Look not upon the Prince wielding the Silver Bow, meek human, for his arrow will pierce your eyes before you catch even a glimpse of his splendor!  He is too pure, his light too potent.  And yet, he is not without kindness, or mercy.

Behold, how he illuminates the land, rich in earthly pleasures.  And see how he illuminates the many dark secrets, and shadowed halls of the soul.  Yes, in life and in death, he comforts us, for he is the Healer and the Bringer of Plagues, and his is the temple which awaits us at our end.

His is the purest expression of control, of judgment and of passion, also.  He is the god who pursues.  He is the god who masters.  All that he desires, he conquers, and all that he does not conquer, he destroys.  So, avert your gaze, mere children, and look not upon Apollon, the Prince, the Destroyer, the Right-hand of Zeus, and you will be spared his most ominous wrath.

Hail Apollon!  Hail the Destroyer!