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My Love Is With Me

I need not fear, for my Love is with me

I am wrapped in His bloodied cloak

Infused with His essence

Dripping with the gift of His glory

My Love is with me, and I am free

I need not cower, for my Love is with me

I am shielded by His mighty arrows

Distant though He may be

His accuracy strikes supreme

My Love is with me, and I am still free

I need not submit, for my Love is with me

I am a diamond that can not be worn

Save for by a stone as hard, or harder

Only Apollon has met the measure

My Love is with me, and I remain free

I need not scorn, for my Love is with me

I am the whiteness of Holy Purity

The white light carrying the Holy Spectrum

His Tool, His Art

My Love is with me, but am I truly free?

I need not escape, for my Love is with me

I am the prize which was sought after

The tree which bends in the whirling wind

The Lord Apollon has captured me

My Love is with me, and I am no longer free

I need only pray, that my Love stay with me

I hope to be of favored use

To be of service, and to be loved

As it is His will

My Love is with me, and I do not care to be free


The Wind is a Flirt!

Yes.  It’s true.  The wind is a huge flirt, especially when Apollon is directing its movements.

See, I was playing frisbee with my husband, which by itself is a very Apollonian sport, in my opinion.  There were times when I almost had the darn thing, then it would veer off in another direction, only to leave me reaching awkwardly into the sky, or arched over the ground.  I was just bouncing all over the place.  It was quite a workout, and great fun.  I’m not bad at frisbee.  Not at all.  I heard Apollon laughing at me throughout, and I even caught a few of His more vibrant vocal-like outbursts.

Yes.  I get cat-calls from my god on occasions like this, when I’m running around with all my girly-bits in sultry motion.  He managed to bother me enough that I finally gave in and went out on the pier to recite His adorations.  That pleased Him, greatly.  But He wasn’t done with the humor.  He messed me up a bunch of times during the recitation, breaking my concentration, and all that. He is a very playful god, when He wants to be.

It’s interesting that He should be in such a mood today, since I was part of a discussion centered around His humorous side, earlier.  He does have a sense of humor.  He is a hard god.  He works hard, and plays hard, and laughs hard, too.  Yeah, and oftentimes He’s laughing at me.  But, it’s okay.  I understand the lessons of laughter.

Today’s lesson was: “Cheer up, because I’m all around you, and I’ll make you do what I want, just for the fun of it.”

Nice, my Lord.


I honor You, my humorous Lord with the quiet, gentle laugh.  Apollon, the love of my life, and Most Gracious God of Olympos.  Lovely, flirtatious Prince…



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 Telchinios

The Divine Wind

Apollon is a god of storms, like his Father.  And although he does not usually express the totality of the storm, he very often manifests himself in one specifically deadly aspect of it.  The wind…


Apollon Telchinios comes in the ravenous wind, howling through the trees and in-between our sky-piercing man-made structures.  He is also the deadly rush of air following the sword stroke, or that which is displaced by the arrow (or the bullet, or slug), as it pierces through to its target.  His is the vibration of the harp-strings which creates friction in the air, birthing brilliant sound into the world in the form of music, thus ordering the blessed Seasons in accordance with his song.

I personally like to think of that heavy, thrashing sound beating against my ears during a tropical storm, or really, on any particularly windy coastal day. Living where I do, I have developed an intimate relationship with the wind, and thus with those aspects of Apollon which are embodied by it.  However, it is not the coastal sea winds which have summoned me to write this piece today.  But rather, the *uniquely North American phenomenon, known as the tornado.



Who here kept up with the storm coverage coming out of Oklahoma in the last week or so?  What a terrible disaster.  That storm raged on for days, taking lives and destroying property as surely as any sea gale in antiquity could have. Tornadoes are terribly frightening to me.  They seem to appear out of nowhere, bearing down like a divine finger, eager to smash whatever insignificant victim who happens to be in the way.  They are flighty, whimsical, unpredictable and deadly manifestations of Apollon’s wind.  They show no mercy, and can turn on a dime to destroy you, just when you think they might pass by, harmlessly.

Let us imagine for a moment, our Lord Apollon, the calm center of the destructive vortex, descending from the heavens in beauty and ferocity. The winds spiral around him, a pure white cloud, whirling in his wrath.  Then they touch the land, and a cloud of black debris raises up to orbit, and be embraced by the god’s divine wind.

What potent and fitting imagery, in my opinion.  What else could we call the force of a tornado, if not wrathful? Whose power could be said to govern its effect, if not Apollon Telchinios, god of the glorious wind?

And as the particularly dangerous storm made its way through South Texas a few nights ago (the tail end of the one which wreaked so much havoc in Oklahoma), many tornadoes were spotted in the skies above our cities and rural homes.  One nearby town was razed by the wind, and several families were left without shelter.  But, at least they have their lives, because the outcome may not be so favorable in the future.

I can still remember the chill in my body at the very moment I felt the first crash of thunder.  The wind whipped around to beat against the house quite forcefully that night.  It was an amazing event to witness… my Lord riding that storm.

Ah, such interesting thoughts.  As I’ve been attempting to connect with the various Continental (and by Continental, I mean American) forms of our Hellenic gods, I have become aware of an array of wonderful and meaningful new forms and associations.  This piece was just the beginning.  I’ll be working on a few more of these little divergences over the coming months, for various gods in the Pantheon.  I do hope you’ve enjoyed this one. :)


*Although tornadoes have been known to occur around the world, the vast majority of tornadoes on Earth occur in the so-called Tornado Alley of the Western United States.