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The Beautiful Truth

Lord Apollon, the very pinnacle of beauty, I pray that You lift the shroud of bias, shame, blame, and control that clouds over the eyes of those who wish to see beauty in the world.  I pray that You, Unshorn One, allow these to see the many truths before them, which they shirk from their sight.  Lord of the Light Unceasing, brighten the world before these who are lost, that they will witness the terrible, ugly, beautiful truth of Nature– that which we see and admire, is also that which may destroy us, even as we sit staring in awe.

The many landscapes are indeed beautiful, especially to those who traverse them not.  Those who look from afar and never step foot into the wild lands.  Fear contains them, and rightly so.  The beautiful world is indifferent to their praises, and hostile to their ignorance.  So, Lord, I pray that You tear away the fragile skin which covers them, that which hides their insecurities, and that which implicates them in the ancient scheme of subjugation.

These whose mouths are open only to speak the ancient falsehoods– that physical beauty alone is the compass of virtue– let their mouths be closed so that their ears, hearts and minds may instead be opened to the vastness of this beautiful, terrible, ugly world.  I pray that You open their eyes to rot and death, to pain and suffering, to plague and fear.  Only then will beauty and ugliness be revealed as twin aspects of the Truth:  All that is beautiful is not inherently good.  All that is good is not necessarily beautiful.  Beauty and ugliness are woven between the fabric of matter, space and time.  One may not exist where the other does not also dwell.

Apollon Despota, Wrathful Lord, I pray that You will do these things and more, to facilitate the growth so badly needed.  For only through the cutting away of disease may the whole body be saved.  So, Lord, to that end, do I offer these gifts, that You might be pleased, as well as favorable toward us who keep Your charge to bring both truth, and beauty, into the world.

Ie Paian!


[Personal purificatory prayer to Apollon]

All-seeing, all-knowing God at the Summit of Creation, He Who eases the
Pains of mortality by the release of the soul through the rotten flesh, Who
Opens the gates of His temple, welcoming the weary
Travelers, those who honor the God toward Whom all
Roads lead.  Apollon, come now into this
Oikos, to cleanse me and all those dwelling here.  Blessed Lord,
Purify us through the sting of Your
Arrows.  Leave no rot untouched, for in all our longing for You, we have
Internalized the fear of change, which can not be avoided in this world
Or any Other.  You are that which corrects, the Harbinger of Truth, the
Saviour of mankind through the cleansing art of
Katharmos.  Blessed Lord, be the hand which
Alleviates the mounting stress of these modern
Times, for we, Your people, are in need.  And thus we
Honor You with prayer, falling continually from our lips,
And we honor You with our unflinching attention at the
Rising of the Sun, and we honor You in the outpouring of votive
Song, inspired directly by Your shining countenance, oh God of
Immeasurable Beauty, so that You may be pleased to uncloud
Our eyes, revealing all that we refuse to
See; and to open our minds, allowing Your illumination to
Pierce through all false assumption; and to open our souls to the true
Awe of the Divine that You so magnificently
Induce.  Praiseworthy, King in Your own right,
Apollon, Who sweeps aside all which would oppose Your Will,
Now, so dispose of the last vestiges of
Doubt, and if it please You, clear a way for me,
As Mistress of this House, to achieve Your Will and to mark a
Path of renewal upon each road I travel from now until
Hermes Psychopompos escorts me down life’s final road.  And
Never, my Lord, do You need doubt my loyalty, for You are
Eternally the source of all desire within me.  I am at once
Protected and revealed by Your reciprocation, God Most Blessed, Who
Heals by the utterance of words, or by the aesthetic sound
Of instruments played more masterfully than can
Rightly be imagined by mortal ears; and even still through Divine
Oneiromancy.  Lord, You are the Pinnacle, the Light of the World, and the
Stillness dwelling in my soul, and those of Your other grateful devotees.

Hail Apotropaios!  Hail Katharsios!  Hail Paian!  Hail Daphnephoros!

Hail Apollon!