Day of Mourning

Today, on World Heritage Day, many of us kept a day of mourning. I held ritual space and made offerings (to Enki, Assur, Inanna). I offer this prayer once again, that Daesh and all who support them may be destroyed, driven out from their lands, that they may be broken on the steps of Irkalla, given nowhere to which to flee, no help, no sanctuary. May they be rent like rotted meat in the jaws of a hungry jackal. May they perish ever and always. I commend them into the hands of the Gods of the lands they seek to corrupt.

Prayer to Inanna
adapted from Enheduanna’s “Adoration of Inanna of Ur”

I call upon You, Inanna,
Queen of Heaven and Earth.
I call upon You, Inanna,
mighty warrior,
Who destroys Her enemies,
Who stomps upon Their fallen bodies
Who feasts on Their corpses
like a hungry dog.
I call upon the great Queen,
in the words of the priestess
Enhenduanna, who loved Her well.
Please hear me now, Inanna.

Destroyer of the Foreign Lands,
You have given wings to the storm,
Beloved of Enlil – You made the storm blow over the land,
You carried out the instructions of An.

Now a plague of human filth
stalks the lands that were once filled
with Your praises.
Now this pestilence called Daesh
perverts Your lands and Your people.
Strike them down, oh Mighty Queen.
Strike them down, I pray, Inanna.
Press their throats into the dirt.
Lay them open on the steps of Irkalla.
Destroy them, I pray.

My Queen,
the foreign lands cower at Your cry,
In dread fear of the South Wind, mankind
Brought You their anguished clamor,
Took before You their anguished outcry
Opened before You wailing and weeping,
Brought before You great lamentations in the city streets.

Hear our lamentations now, Great Goddess.
This plague has swept over Your lands and beyond.
They are garbage, a walking disease.
They corrupt the minds of Your people.
They raise impious hands against sacred places.
Please hear our lamentations.
Purify those lands that once rang with Your praises.

In the van of battle, everything was struck down before You,
My Queen,
You are all devouring in Your power,
You kept on attacking like an attacking storm,
Kept on blowing louder than the howling storm,
Kept on thundering louder than Ishkur,
Kept on moaning louder than the evil winds,
Your feet grew not weary,
You caused wailing to be uttered amongst Your enemies.

Rend them before You.
Destroy Daesh and all who support them.
Let the cities of Your land ring
with the cries of your enemies.
May the streets run red with their blood,
dark with the stench of their corpses.
Please, Inanna, rid the land
of this pestilence.
Free Your people.

My Queen,
All the Anunna, the great gods,
Fled before You like fluttering bats,
Could not stand before Your awesome face,
Could not approach Your awesome forehead.
Who can soothe Your angry heart!
Your baleful heart is beyond soothing!
Queen, Happy of “Liver,” Joyful of Heart,
whose anger cannot be soothed, daughter of Sin,
Queen, Paramount in the Land,
Who has ever paid You enough homage!
The mountain who kept from paying homage to You –
vegetation became “tabu” for it,
You burnt down its great gates,
Its rivers ran with blood because of You,
its people had nothing to drink,
Its troops were led off willingly (into captivity) before You,
Its forces disbanded themselves willingly before You,
Its strong men paraded willingly before You,
The amusement places of its cities were filled with turbulence,
Its adult males were driven off as captives before You.

Even though Your people have forgotten Your name,
I beg You protect them.
Even though they have turned away from You,
to the clutches of a foreign God,
there are still those of us who sing Your praises.
You are not forgotten, Great Lady.
May the lands once called Sumer yet again
resound with Your praises.
Drive out the usurper with their perverted ways
and corrupt ideals.

Against the city that said not “Yours is the land,’
That said not “It belongs to the father who begot you,”
You promised Your Holy Word, turned away from it,
Kept Your distance from its womb,
Its woman spoke not of love with her husband,
In the deep night she whispered not tenderly with him,
Revealed not to him the “Holiness” of Her heart.
Rampant Wild Cow, elder daughter of Sin,
Queen, greater than An,
who has ever paid You enough homage!
You who in accordance with the life giving ME,
Great Queen of Queens,
Have become greater than Your mother who gave birth to you,
as soon as you came forth from the Holy Womb,
Knowing, Wise, Queen of All the Lands,
Who multiplies all living creatures (and) peoples —
I have uttered Your Holy song.
Life-Giving Goddess, fit for the ME,
whose acclamation is exalted,
Merciful, Live-Giving Woman, Radiant of Heart,
I have uttered it before You in accordance with the ME.

All praise to the Goddess Inanna.
All praise to Queen of Heaven.
She is mighty.
Let Her enemies fear.

About ganglerisgrove

Galina Krasskova has been a Heathen priest since 1995. She holds a Masters in Religious Studies (2009), a Masters in Medieval Studies (2019), has done extensive graduate work in Classics including teaching Latin, Roman History, and Greek and Roman Literature for the better part of a decade, and is currently pursuing a PhD in Theology. She is the managing editor of Walking the Worlds journal and has written over thirty books on Heathenry and Polytheism including "A Modern Guide to Heathenry" and "He is Frenzy: Collected Writings about Odin." In addition to her religious work, she is an accomplished artist who has shown all over the world and she currently runs a prayer card project available at wyrdcuriosities.etsy.com.

Posted on April 19, 2015, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

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