Category Archives: Bacchic Things

Current Submissions to the Orpheus and Achilles Agon

Here are the submissions that I’ve received so far for the Orpheus and Achilles agon which ends Saturday, 9pm EST. if you are considering submitting, please do so sooner rather than later. Winners will be determined via divination late Saturday.

[EDIT: I’ve added the latest submission from Sparrow as of 11:08 pm May 26):

Prayer to Orpheus
by Sparrow

I sing of the long haired and sweet voiced Orpheus
Son of bright Apollo and melodious Kalliope
Prophet of the wild and intoxicating Dionysos
Husband of faithful Eurydice
To you, great bard and prophet, I raise my voice in praise
Please hear this simple song.

You most gifted Orpheus
Could move trees and rocks whenever you sang and plucked your lyre.
The wild animals of the forest would become tame
And sit at your feet to hear your lovely song.
Fountains would stop flowing so they could hear your blessed music.

Please great Orpheus help me in my artistic pursuits
Please instill in me the discipline to practise my art every day
Please help foster any talent that I may have
Please help me to find inspiration and to continue to grow as an artist.

Praise be to you inspiring Orpheus!
May you always be remembered for your talent,
For your love for Eurydice,
And for your devotion to Dionysos.
Io Orpheus!

Prayer to Orpheus
By Neve Antheus

Hail to you,
Founder of traditions,
Connecting the worlds
By way of your songs and charms.

Hail to you,
Who penned hymns
To the immortal Theoi,
That we may piously call out.

Hail to you,
Maenadic decapitated
Oracular head washed ashore
To sing of holy powers evermore.

Prayer to Achilles and Patrokles
By J. Breuer

Son of gods, son of mortals,
Achilles and Patroclus,
Hear our prayer and attend to our voice.
We worship you,
We praise you,
We honor you in your glory.
Warriors together,
Friends, lovers, partners in life and afterlife,
We offer you these words of thanksgiving
And ask your blessings upon us.
Let us live that we may love,
Let us love that we may serve,
Let us serve that our devotion and observance
Be an example to others.
Achilles and Patroclus,
Let your presence fill our days with joy and comfort,
Let the pleasure you take in one another
Be the pleasure we take in your veneration.
Hear our prayer, heroes, and our rejoicing.
Receive our praise and may your holy names be known throughout the world,
Now and in all times.

Prayer to Achilles
by Andrew Bayless

Arise, O Swift-footed Achilles, the mightiest warrior in the Achaean army!
Son of Peleus and Thetis, you were fated to either live a long but forgettable life at home or to die a short but glorious life by fighting at Troy!
Your destiny was inevitable and so it was that you prepared to face the rage of war but it is this same rage that made your Goddess mother fear for your health.
Dutifully, your mother dipped your body in the Stygian river so that you would be invulnerable to all blows and cuts!
Bravely you fought on, proclaiming that you would rather burn up than fade away.
When it was revealed to you that your beloved Patroclus had been slain, you rushed to slay Man-killing Hector in retaliation.
Advised not to for it would assure your demise, you fought on anyways knowing that your valor would be rewarded in this life and in the next.
Even now we sing of your chase around the well-walked citadel and your victory over the mightiest of Priam’s sons.
Mighty Achilles, hear our prayer, and be with us always!
May we be guided by you to be ever bold in the face of doom.
May we rather burn up like you in a blaze of glory than fade away like a witless shade.
Io Achilles!

Prayer to Orpheus
by Andrew Bayless

Arise, O great Orpheus, blessed prophet and musician!
You who is celebrated for your sweet song, we contemplate your sway over creation for it is you who quelled the disorder within the natural world and within the hearts of your fellows with honey-like harmony!
Yet your crowning feat had yet to come.
On a quest to retrieve your love, the mysteries of life and death were revealed to you!
Wondrous Harrower of Hell, it is known by your followers that you returned with instructions necessary to save our souls from the fate that is due mortals.
O Orpheus, not even dismemberment could end your glory for your severed head is said to give oracles as true as those of Apollon at Delphi!
O great Orpheus, hear our prayer, forever guide us in the mysteries you delivered to humanity and continue to sing sweet words in our ears that we may be in accordance with your teachings.
May we hear your blessed lyre plucking out the tune to which we will dance in heaven!
Io Orpheus! 

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^Orpheus by G. Palmer (forthcoming)

Thanks to everyone who’s submitted so far!

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Submission to Maia’s Agon

A Mother’s Love
by Sparrow

One of the most powerful things in the Kosmos,
Is a Mother’s love.
It endures and perseveres no matter what happens,
It protects and sustains the beloved Child.

This is the love that Maia felt for Hermes, Her beloved Son.
Maia who held baby Hermes in Her arms,
In the dark Cyllenian cave,
Protecting Him from Hera’s wrath.

Maia looked down at her beloved Child,
And saw that His hair was as curly as His Father’s.
He had a smile as sweet as His Mother’s,
And a twinkle in His eyes which was all His own.

Maia loved Her Child beyond reason and measure.
Baby Hermes knew this love well,
And promised His Mother one day they would not live in the shadowy cave,
They would live on radiant Mount Olympos and rightly take Their place
Among the other Gods.

Hermes was true to His word.
He became one of the Olympian Gods and brought Maia to Olympos.
What a glorious day for Maia and Hermes!

Hail to Maia, beloved Mother of Hermes,
Sweet and gentle Goddess,
May you always be praised, great Mother.
Io Maia!

Ode to Maia

Here is the next submission to the Maia agon, courtesy of Deo Mercurio, who emailed me with this link today.

Deo Mercurio

Seven are the daughters of Pleione,
whose stars bedazzle the winter sky—
      most beautiful of all the seven
      is Maia, daughter of Atlas.
She it is who rejoices in May flowers’ bloom,
the lengthening days, and the growing warmth.
      She makes the heart to quicken
      as desire swells in mortals’ souls—
and not in mortals’ alone, but you too,
thundering father Jove, could not resist her.

How did Jove effect his tryst with modest Maia,
dwelling in her cave in wind-swept Arcady?
      Let none divulge what passed therein;
      let none undo her wise discretion.
But all may know and celebrate her offspring,
glorious child of Maia, swift-footed messenger,
      clever in his charming words,
      subtle in his wily deeds—
for you, august Mercury, were born on Mount Cyllene,
born to gentle Maia, bedecked with flowers.

She it was first took you in her…

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Second Submission to Maia’s Agon

“To Maia, Mother of the Messenger”
Alexeigynaix

Pleione’s eldest daughter,
begotten by He Who Holds the Sky,
hail to You, O Maia.
Eldest Pleiad sister,
Whom Your sisters emulate,
hail to You, O Maia.
Mother to Luck-bringer,
nurse to Kallisto’s son,
hail to You, O Maia.
Guide to sailors,
guide to farmers,
hail to You, O Maia.
Lady of mountains,
Lady of caves,
hail to You, O Maia.

I beg Your aid, O Maia,
that I may be
a more dutiful child to my parents
as You are to Yours,
a more loving sibling to my siblings
as You are to Yours,
and should the Gods will it come to pass
that I have children,
a wise parent to my children
as You are to Yours.
Hail to You, O Maia.

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First Submission to Maia’s Agon

Prayer to Maia
By Kira R.

Glorious Goddess,
I love Your Son.
He has been kind to me.
He has given me so many good things,
too many blessings to count.
I am grateful.

I am grateful to You as well,
for raising a child
Who brings so much joy.

Hail to You, Maia,
ever patient,
tender, and loving.
Please accept this prayer. 

Final Card in the Mothers Series

The Mother’s Series is finally finished. Here is the final card in the group: Penelopeia by Grace Palmer.

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Commissioned Prayer: To Hypnos

I’ve been getting quite a few commissions for prayers. The latest was one to the God Hypnos. (If you’re interested in commissioning a piece, please check this page for information). 

Prayer to Hypnos
By G. Krasskova
(Written for S.)

Sweet Hypnos,
most benevolent and gracious God,
please hear my prayer.

Grant me the sweetness of sleep
when I seek my rest.
Help me to still my mind,
my racing thoughts,
to put the tensions
and stress of my body aside.
May Your children:
especially Morpheus,
the Oneiroi, and
Phantasmos
bless my slumber.
May my dreams be fruitful.
May I wake refreshed,
even on those occasions
when Your Son Phobetor visits.

Oh God of poppies,
of pleasure and relaxation,
please grant me Your healing touch.
Smile upon me,
place Your gentle hand upon my brow,
and grant me release from my cares
through the grace of sleep,
which only You may bring.

Hail to You, Hypnos,
Husband of Pasiphae,
Daughter of Dionysos,
Who Himself relieves care,
Hail to You, Beautiful God.

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(Hypnos by Grace Palmer. The prayer card is available here.)

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Entry #5 for the Ares Agon

Ares at Gaugamela
By Petros

Koinos waited for them to hit. The Persians were coming. They were screaming as they came and they were terrifying.

He was not feeling so brave at the moment. Despite the heat of the day, he felt cold, even as his sweat dripped beneath his linothorax. He hoped that no one had noticed the piss running down his legs.

He prayed to the Gods that the men next to him wouldn’t see his shaking or see that he could barely keep his sarrisa at the proper height and angle.

He wanted to run.

“Don’t worry boy. I’m here.”

Koinos looked to his right at Amyntas.

Amyntas who rarely spoke. Amyntas who never joined the boisterous drinking after the day’s march.

In fact, last night Amyntas had been alone, just outside of the firelight kneeling in front of a stone he had placed on a stump.

Koinos had blearily noticed him pouring wine over the small black stone that he carried with him on campaign. He could hear him muttering something, though with all the pre-battle revelry going on, it was hard to hear his words.

But, today, he could hear him. His voice was…different.

“Don’t worry boy. I’m here.”

What?

“Today your shield will not drop. Your spear will not shatter. The blood of the barbarians will flow like wine from my brother’s cup.”

Koinos again took his eyes off of the onrushing Persians to glance at Amyntas.

Amyntas seemed larger somehow. His shoulders were rising and falling like a bull’s. His breath loud. His voice more like a growl now.

“Let them fall like harvested grain beneath our blades.”

And then Amyntas turned to Koinos.

“Are you with me boy?”

Koinos stared into the face visible behind the helmet’s face guard. The too-white teeth smiling at him. The eyes glowing the way a man’s never could.

He could only nod, his mouth too dry for words.

“Good boy.”

When the Persian line collided with the Macedonian phalanx, Amyntas, who-was-not-Amyntas, began to laugh.

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Shrine pictures

After running about making various offerings to Hermes, I spent the rest of the morning redoing my Hermes shrine, and my Loki and Sigyn shrine. 

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Hermes’ place. ^

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Loki and Sigyn’s place.^

The icon above is by Grace Palmer, and belonged to my mom Fuensanta. 

Spending the Morning with Hermes

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I woke up not in pain this morning (a rarity in winter) and decided to spend the day cleaning my Hermes shrine and my Loki shrine. They are overdue for it. First though, I decided to leave offerings for Hermes in a local park. It had come up for me some time ago that I should leave a random offering to Him in a park, and I’d inadvertently put off dong so.

So that means that after breakfast, I headed to the store to buy the oddest, quirkiest assortment of things for Him. I came out with two shopping bags of games, food, and – I kid you not, an eight ball. (He wanted an eight ball. I said the offerings were quirky). Then I set out. I realized quickly that I wasn’t going to be leaving these at one park, but at several.

Putting on some music I associate with Hermes, I first left the majority of the food offerings at the foot of mount Beacon. I venerate the Mountain spirit there, so the offerings were given to both Hermes and the mountain itself. Then I went to one of the local cemeteries. One of the games Hermes had me buy was a set of dominoes. I left that at the top of the cemetery on a bench, with some of the food offerings. He is guide of the dead and in one of the divination systems I know, dominoes represent the bones of the dead. It seemed fitting.

Then I went down to a park abutted by an out of commission train track. He’s been coming to me with hobo imagery of late, so I left some of the non-food offerings at the tracks, and more at the park itself. The eight ball got left in a park between my home and the next town over. (I used the eight ball and asked, “is this a good place to leave this offering,” nestled in a cleft in some rocks, and the answer “you can rely on it.” LOL.). So that’s where that offering ended up.

Then I wanted to give flowers to Hygeia, and make an offering to Sigyn so I headed to the flower store. While there, I thought that I could make another offering to Hermes (leaving flowers on a random grave) so I put together a nice bouquet of yarrow and belladonna (it’s a really pretty purplish blue color), with some baby’s breath and headed over to one of the cemeteries.

I received a couple of omens while coming home upon which I will be pondering long and hard and a gift (no kledones, though I kept an ear open).  Now I’m going to take a break for lunch and get on with cleaning those shrines. So far, it’s been an awesome morning.