Tag Archives: spirits

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!

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.  :)

Devotional Acrostic Challenge – Compilation Post!

Below, you will find the entirety of the Devotional Acrostic Challenge (or all of the posts that I am aware of, at least).  I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have, dear readers.  Thanks so much!  <3

Dark, Khthonic, Underworld Gods or Spirits

Descend, by Varian

The Lonely Throne Waits, by Columbine

Persephone, by Columbine

Healing, Purifying, Kathartic Gods or Spirits

Drive Away the Impure, by Columbine

From Fire Darkness is Born, by Varian

Bright, Ouranic, Heaven/Sky Gods or Spirits

My Father’s House, by Columbine

Sing the Stars to Sleep, by Varian

Earth/Cave, Wilderness, Reclusive Gods or Spirits

Silent is the Water, by Varian

Dwelling in the Deep, by Columbine

Air, Wind, Life Giving Gods or Spirits

Center of a Storm, by Columbine

Outpouring of Love, by Varian

Water, Sea, Storm Gods or Spirits

Loud Moaning, by Columbine

Lights of the Sea, by Varian

Fire, Volcanic, Hearth Gods or Spirits

The Forge Born, by Columbine

Mantic, Oracular, Divinatory Gods or Spirits

Farseeing, by Columbine

Daemons, Familiars, Egregores

My Tempest, by Columbine

Seasonal or Elemental Gods or Spirits

Wild Water, by Columbine

Fate or Trickster Gods or Spirits

Kindness, by Columbine

Destroying, Plague, Death Gods or Spirits

Unrelenting, by Columbine


The Land of Two Rivers, and Beyond

Blood and rain.  Fish and rivers, and the sea.  Bobcats and javelinas.   Nereids and hamadryads.  Mesquite wood and fire ants.  Feral cats and grackles.  Sunshine and sea winds.  Peaches and figs, and cicadas. Dead soldiers and Spanish missions.  Sand dollars and jellyfish.  Live oaks and palm trees.  Foxes and road runners, and rattlesnakes.

These are the jewels of my path, local to South Texas.  This is my home, and these are my allies.

My path is a local one, where I concentrate on the needs of the lives lived around me.  When I offer to the sea, it is on behalf of the humans here who know not the price for the bounty they take.  It is to give thanks, and to celebrate the creatures and spirits who dwell here, those who make it possible for us to make a living here.

When I raise my arms to the Theoi it is in acknowledgment of the great tapestry They have woven around me; to celebrate Them and to honor Them, and to remind myself of all They hold dear.  This place is alive.  I am alive.  And we are paired to live our lives together.

When I pour wine and blood onto the Earth, it is so the grain and corn will thrive.  When I go to pick cotton out of its rugged husk, it is to feel what my ancestors felt, and to leave bits of myself in the field so they are not alone, and not forgotten.  When I pick flowers for offerings, it is to remind myself of the beautiful things which were plucked, in their ripeness and in their prime, all for the sake of a world gone by.

Those times that I stood upon the widow’s walk of the white mansion, it was to tell the spirits of my people, “I see you.  I remember you.  The masters are gone, and I am here.”

And when I give milk, now even the milk of my own body, it is to assure the Land that I will nourish it, as it nourishes me and mine.  Because I am the Land.  I am the Rivers.  I am the Sea and the Wind.

When I leave seed for the grackles, I know they are my brothers.  When I leave meat for the night creatures, I know they are my sisters.  When I fill the hummingbird feeders, and see the shrimp plants bloom, I know that my family is welcomed.  We are the spirits of the Land, and we rely on one another.

When I wade in the salt water, I know that I am purified.  And when I call to the Gods, I know that They are listening.  Poseidon.  Amphitrite.  Apollon.  Ares.  Zeus.  And Others still.  They hear me.  They know me.  They favor me and mine.

And when I take my children to greet Them upon the sparkling sea water, I feel Their many blessings, and Their encouragement, as surely as I feel the wind blow.  As long as we do our part to honor the Gods, the spirits, the Land, the Rivers, the Sea and the Wind, They will do Their part to keep us safe and fed.  Together, we are the reciprocal bond.  We are kharis.  We are life.  We are this world.

We are the Land of Two Rivers, and beyond.

Tempest, My Love

This is the story of Tempest, whom I’ve praised here.  Tempest is a violin. Tempest has a body (my violin), but like most persons I know, she can project herself away from her body, and is indeed not limited to dwelling inside her body.  I met Tempest in her first incarnation, in highschool, although I was in possession of what would become her second body since the sixth grade, in middle school.

You see, that eventual second body was just an instrument for its first three years in my possession.  I loved it and cared for it as any musician loves and cares for their instrument, and I believe it was that love and tender care, and deep appreciation that lured Tempest to me in the first place.

When I enrolled in the highschool Orchestra, I was assigned to a violin. The school had many lovely violins, and one violin that nobody wanted.  It had a good sound, but didn’t smell particularly good.  No one really knew why that was.  We speculated that perhaps it was a build up of rosin, but that should have only affected the bow, or so we thought.  Anyhow, this instrument was Tempest’s first body, and the instrument to which I was assigned.

In my freshman year, Tempest in her first incarnation, saw me through being seated as first chair second violin.  It was a big deal for a freshman. And she saw me through the many subsequent tests and challenges to my seat.  Obviously, my own skill had played a role in my placement, but I can’t deny that Tempest and I were meant to be partners.

When you play an instrument, at a certain point you begin to wonder if the instrument isn’t instead playing you.  Two become one flesh, one wood, one being.  It’s like a spiritual merger, and the only thing, to this day, that has topped that feeling, is being joined with Apollon, through prayer and Oracular possession.

Our partenship only grew throughout my freshman year, but by the time sophomore year rolled around, there were newer students to be placed with the school’s instruments.

I started to panic a little, as our teacher had planned to assign someone else to Tempest, since I had a very nice instrument at home already, from my previous school.  I had simply stopped using it because Tempest and I worked so well together.  It hadn’t been an issue previously, since all the violinists were paired.  But in that new year, we had one student without an instrument, so I was instructed to give up my partner.

I did what I could with my old instrument, but it was obvious to me that losing Tempest had had a negative impact.  I slipped a seat, to second chair second violin, and I worried constantly about challenges, even though I managed to win them.

This worrisome mindset went on for several weeks, until the most extraordinary thing happened:  Tempest visited me in a dream.

She manifested herself as a mature woman, with dark skin and dark, dark eyes.  She told me that she was unsatisfied with her new freshman, that she’d been waiting for years to find someone she was truly compatible with, and that she believed I was this person.  I told her that I was thoroughly distraught by the situation, to which she replied that she knew. She could feel it, because we were already connected.  When I awoke, I was in tears.

For the next days, I didn’t know how to cope with the information given to me.  There was nothing I could do, despite our longing to be together.  It was near the end of the year, and our class had a trip planned to Anaheim, CA, for performances at Disney Land.  I really don’t know how it happened, or when exactly, except that it was during the trip.  All I know for certain, is that one night after performing, Tempest was absent.  But by performance time the next morning, she was there– with me– in my old instrument.  She had abandoned her first body and claimed her second.

We were together after that for the rest of my highschool experience.  She saw me through winning my challenge to claim third chair first violin, and then on to claim my highest seat as first chair first violin.  She saw me through taking first place in regional competitions, and through solos in class performances.  We were at our very best together, and I truly believe the only reason I didn’t keep the first chair first violin seat was due to having been challenged and beaten by my friend, who was a violin prodigy, that later went on to join the city’s Symphony Orchestra.  We can do our very best, and still be reminded that there are better than us.

The saddest part of this tale, however, comes as I was to graduate.  You see, Tempest’s body belonged to the school system, not to me.  I had been her guardian for years, but the time came for me to leave her behind.

I was sick for a full week before the day came.  I placed my instrument into the storage closet, said goodbye to Tempest, and walked out of the school.  I though that was the end.  I thought I’d never play again.  I couldn’t do it without Tempest, and there was no possible way I could afford to purchase a violin of my own.  But it wasn’t the end for us.  Not by a long shot.

I awoke one day, not long after graduation, to find that Tempest had settled, albeit uncomfortably, into my guitar.  I wasn’t, and still am not, trained in the guitar, but it was either that or the banjo, and Tempest made her choice.

We fiddled around on the guitar for a few years, neither of us very satisfied, until one day, while I was working, one of my coworkers who knew I played the violin, offered me his instrument, which he never played.  It was just sitting in storage.  Of course, I accepted.  An opportunity like that doesn’t come along every day, and when I went home to tell Tempest about it, she was ecstatic.  She would finally have a proper body, once more.

My coworker brought in the instrument the next day.  I brought it home. Tempest gave it a once over to make sure it wasn’t already housing a spirit– it wasn’t– and then she claimed it as her third, and current, incarnation.

She and I have been through so much.  This is the first time I’ve ever written about it, and I’m glad I did.  So is she.  Tempest does love the spotlight, and it’s been a long time for her.  I hope to have a few repairs made to her body soon, so she and I can truly enjoy our partnership as we once did.  May it be so.  And may we always enjoy the oneness of our union.