Tag Archives: Winter

Hyperboreios

Heavenly Judge, who leaves the affairs of men during the winter portion of the
Year.  He whose place in our hearts can now only be filled by lofty
Praise, King of the far-northern throne, to whom we
Entrust all the riches of our souls.  He tends to the seat of
Righteousness, and is now set to harmonize,
By His Order, all things.  He is the Distance made manifest.  He is the
Origin of our desire, and His is the Glorious
Return.  But first, the Worlds must be made to move again,
Enthralled by His Will.  Therefor, we honor Him,
In all that we know, do and are, for He is
Our King, who is found in the lengthening dark, perched upon the
Summit of the Kosmic Order.

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The Rage of Demeter

© Columbine 2017

O child, sweet child, where have you gone?  Who has taken my Daughter from me?  This pain in my bosom has left me forlorn!  My eyes search, but they do not see!

IIIIEEEE!  I howl into darkness!  Into light!  Fierce, in the faces of All who deny the great Kosmic injustice done in their sight!

Where are you, O child?  Who has snatched you away?  Dare they come face me, to the Moirai, I pray!  And over these lands, these streams, fallow grounds– I will traverse until you are found!

Blessed Daughter, fear not!  This Earth, it shall suffer!  There is no reprieve from unending winter!  My tears, they fall, but cold are they now!  Such icy despair, causing death all around!

And lo, Great Helios, sun in the sky, has shown me the truth of your perilous plight!  To Zeus do I wail now– to burden, to shame– for trading your life for political aims!

Zeus!  Hear me!  I know the plan you have hidden from view!  I demand her return, now, from that one so uncouth!  Brother I did call him before, but never again!  On my life, it is sworn!

Wise you may be, and strong, and feared, but a Mother fears nothing above her own Daughter’s tears!  My child, my Kore, how she must weep in the dark Underworld, kept at vile Hades’ feet!

I will hear no more!  I will not be swayed!  You will have her sent here without delay!  And, to be clear, should your messenger fail, there will be consequence; naught shall survive this absence of my providence!

Reason!  O reason!  Seen by one I despised!  Zeus, perhaps I was harsh in my treatment!  Now, as the Swift One delivers my prize, I at last see through my stony bereavement!  Soon, my Kore returns to the land!  Then all shall be well, and warm again!

O child, sweet child!  Come here to my arms!  What’s this?  You say you have not been wronged?  How can this be, sweet Daughter of mine?  You willingly let yourself be entwined?

You have eaten the fruit of marriage, you say?  And can not deny the part you have played?  To bind yourself to the realm of the dead, you partook of the ritual and are glad to be wed?

Choice, you do call it, but rape is the word!  You were stolen out right!  No explanation was heard!  Your Father, and Uncle, they schemed and forthwith, you were drawn into Earth through a cavernous rift!

I will not stand for this outcome!  You know not your mind!  Child, denounce complicity in this crime!  State it now that under duress you were forced to comply with your captor’s requests!

Please, Zeus, you must intervene, and stop our Daughter becoming His Queen!  Yes, I know you arranged it, but surely you’ll find that pity upon me is called for this time!

Wait!  How many seeds did she eat?  If not the whole fruit perhaps we may entreat Hades, our Brother, to do the right thing, and allow my dear Kore to return in the spring!

Three seeds from the fruit of the pomegranate?  This is grave news, indeed, yet I’ll no longer panic!  For the months of winter she will go to her throne, and the rest of the year, will return to her home!

O child!  Sweet child, remember your Mother!  I will pine for your loss through all of my days!  And know in your heart that there be no other, whose love for you will never decay!

© Columbine 2017

He Comes, Bearing the Fruit of Conquest

Today is Theoxenia on the Treasury’s calendar.  Theoxenia is the day when Apollon returns to us from His abode in Hyperborea, where His focus was no longer upon the everyday needs of mankind, but instead set upon the many, many deeply primal aspects of creation, over which He governs.  It is widely accepted that during this time, Apollon is absent from our world, yet, as many devotee’s of the god will know, He often is most keenly present in our lives during His Hyperborean stay.

This might be due to the nature of the connection that intimate devotees share with Him.  Not only are we in constant contact with Him, what we experience of Him during the Hyperborean season especially, is well below the surface of what He shows to many others.  He is Lykeios and Telkinios, the wolf and the wind, ripping and cutting away the weak, in nature.  He is the blizzard that whites out all before you, leaving you stranded yet totally enveloped by Him.  He is also the spark that dwells in your heart and never fades, its light always there to show the way through the darkness.  And in this darkness, in this reality of the Hyperborean season, we walk a path that He has laid out– a path that leads to Him.

So, as He does each year at the height of the winter darkness, Apollon seizes the hearts of many new devotees.  These will be led through the wilderness of the Hyperborean season, and out through the gates of coming spring.  And then they will know Him in His completeness, as the light grows with the passage of time.

When He arrives at the doors of the House of Apollo, made up of the households and individuals dedicated to Him, He carries the enthusiastic and unfiltered love and adoration of those whose hearts He won in winter, who will be added to the glorious collection of souls that greet Him on Theoxenia.  For, as befits a conqueror, Apollon comes bearing the fruit of His conquest.

May we all celebrate the inclusion of our new fellows among the blessed of Apollon.  May we welcome them openly, and share what we have to share without hesitancy.  And, may we love them under the light of Apollon, as the members of His family that we all are.  For some, walking an Apollonian path may be difficult, and they may desire varying amounts of guidance.  May we be gentle in our interactions with them, remembering always, that once, many of us were conquests, too.

Hail Apollon!  Blessed Theoxenia!

Happy Solstice!

I have only a quick post for today, since it is the Solstice and I will be celebrating the honor of Zeus our Father, and His birth, rearing and defeat of the Titan Gods.  This is not an historical observation, and indeed some may see this celebration as a bit of a stretch, however, it truly makes perfect sense to me and mine, and we have upheld this tradition for several years now.

There will be a savory meal prepared for us to share with Zeus, our Father, Mother Rhea, and with Gaea, our Great-Mother.  And we will stay up late into the night to mark off the individual observations that we have for this holy night. And during the night, as Mother Rhea labors to bring forth our Father, we will bake sugar cookies in the shape of the Sun, which will be finished near to the time of His delivery (as we have conveniently and perhaps arbitrarily determined for our own household).  And while we eat our cookies, we will tell the tales of our Father’s youth, and we will dance for Him and His glory.

And after all of that, those of us still awake will sit quietly, awaiting the Sunrise.  In those moments of twilight, we will honor the lifting of the darkness, as Zeus, young and virile, leads the Olympians to ultimate victory. We will then praise Him in the light of the young Sun, for ending the time of darkness and stagnation, and for ushering in a new age of light and growth.

And this shall be our celebration for the Winter Solstice.  How shall you celebrate, friends?

Leto, Glorious Mother

[Originally posted here at the Treasury of Apollon’s blog, October 4, 2014]

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I see Her there, seated upon the exposed root of a great and aged tree, its leaves turning the colors of blood and fire.  She is in Her element, upon Her throne, a visage of civilization still apparent, yet noticeably porous; the act during the feast.

Her host, Her court, all make wide circles within their crowded space, trying to come ever closer to Her, but She is the distance between the stars, and none can traverse the few steps separating them from Her.

In that area, Her Son stands vigil, staring the crowd into submission.  He will not allow any to draw near, and delights in the power to instill fear within those who love Her.

She laughs, having been brought to joy by the appearance of Her Daughter, wild and freely dancing with the forest nymphs.  They circle Her, and the great tree with hands clasped together.

And Her Son turns to look upon them all, to smile in that sincere way that would cause a mortal heart to stop.  And His Sister dares Him with Her haughty eyes.

With one graceful wave of Her delicate arm, the Mother, the Enthroned One, compels the crowd to stillness, while simultaneously inviting Her Son to rule the dance.

And when He takes up His lyre, the forest falls into silence.  When He plucks the strings, all the nymphs and spirits swoon.  When His voice carries over the tree canopy, all those gathered are entranced.

And She, upon Her throne, is pleased; served sweet water by the creatures of the forest, while nymphs adorn Her golden hair with night-blooming flowers, each as white as the snows which soon will fall.

This is the court of the Dark Mother, this is the feast of the wild things which dwell in the night.  This is the host which follows Her over the threshold between Seasons.  And this is the stark beauty of life.

Hail to You, Leto, Glorious Mother, and Mistress of Winter’s long nights.