Category Archives: hellenic things

Excellent Online Exhibit via ISAW on Galen

ISAW, the Institute for the Study of the Ancient World, currently has a fabulous online exhibit about Galen up. It talks about Galen’s life, education, and contributions to the field of medicine, what medicine was like in the ancient world, the pharmaceuticals, tools, and surgical techniques available to physicians, women’s medicine and female physicians, and Asclepius among other things. I had a blast going through it and learning things last night. For those interested, Check it out here.

Funerary or votive relief depicting a heroized doctor; near the doctor’s head is an open box or cabinet with surgical instruments. Roman, 1st century BCE–1st century CE. Marble. Probably made in the Peloponnese, Greece. H. 67 cm; W. 83 cm; D. 7.5 cm. Antikensammlung der Staatlichen Museen zu Berlin – Preußischer Kulturbesitz: SK 804. Photo: Ingrid Geske. © Antikensammlung der Staatlichen Museen zu Berlin – Preußischer Kulturbesitz (taken from the Galen exhibit section on Galen’s Medical Education).

Various Commissioned Prayers

I occasionally will write prayers on commission for folks. It’s one of the services I offer at my etsy shop. I want to share several of the more recent ones that I have done, though none of these Deities form part of my own personal devotion. I also want to share a little bit about my process in preparing for and writing these devotional pieces, especially those Deities to Whom I don’t have any personal devotion. 

It can take me some time to write these prayers. First, I like to spend a few days reading up on and meditating upon the Deity in question. Sometimes insights will come to me through this – often through contemplation of particular epithets of the Deity—that I’ll later work into the finished prayer. I usually set up a small, temporary shrine and make nightly prayers, not rushing but taking time as I would with any prayer cycle. I make small offerings – nothing excessive but usually flowers or incense, fresh water, or alcohol where it is appropriate. I make sure to cleanse before approaching the shrine – especially if I do not know the traditional protocols around that Deity’s cultic practices. Some Deities desire stronger purificatory protocols than Others. Usually that takes about two weeks and then I will look up as complete a list of the epithets of that Deity as I can find and I’ll pray for inspiration, make another small offering, sit down and write the prayer. 

Over the past month, I’ve had several commissions so I want to share the last three that I wrote. I like the way they turned out, and the first, to Imhotep, reminded me of one of the first Kemetic Deities that I ever honored after Sekhmet. I had forgotten how intrigued I once was by Him but it’s only now, writing for someone devoted to Him, that the devotional connection opened up. I am grateful for the momentary grace. (If any one of my readers honors Imhotep, feel free to comment below. I would love to hear a bit about your practices). 

Prayer to Imhotep
By Galina Krasskova
Copyright 2020 
(For C. for personal use only)
 
[Before praying, cleanse yourself ritually, even if only by a token washing of the hands and face. If you can, set out a glass of water in offering, to be discarded later respectfully. Water is the most basic of offerings and almost always appropriate). 
 
Hail to You, Architect of Peace. 
Hail to You, great and wise Physician. 
You, Imhotep – come in peace, I pray!
Great servant of Ra,
You are a conduit for His healing rays. 
You good God, restore balance and health. 
I pray You turn Your benevolent gaze upon me, 
my household, my land, and those dear to my heart. 
Restore us and protect us from all iniquity,
as You ever restore the richness of the red and black land
You cherish. 
 
Oh, Wisest of Physicians,
both firm and gentle in Your counsel, 
hear my petition I pray. 
Restore my ka. 
Protect my ka. 
Ward me from all evil. 
Refresh my soul with Your healing waters. 
Stretch Your hands over me, oh sweet and gracious God. 
Bring my soul into alignment with Ma’at. 
Bring my will into alignment with the will of the Gods. 
Bring me, heart and mind, body and spirit
into the true health of reverence, 
and let me never falter in my devotion. 
 
You, Who are patron of scribes, 
teach me to write the names of my Gods
immutably and always on the walls of my heart. 
 
You, Who are patron of architects, 
may my heart ever be ordered and aligned
to the ways of goodness, industry, and virtue. 
 
You, Who are patron of mathematics, 
teach me to know my part,
in the harmony of creation. 
 
You, Who are patron of medicine,
may my hands bring healing to my world. 
 
Beloved of Thoth,
Beloved of Ra,
Beloved of Ptah,
Beloved of Sekhmet,
Friend of Asklepios,
Counselor to Kings,
Bless our growth as You bless the rising of the Nile.
You Who were the best of temple priests, 
guide us in our devotions.
That which comes from Your hands is good. 
Please lay those healing hands, 
upon the body of our souls, 
that we may learn always,
to walk in reverence. 
 
You are preceded by the ibis bird
and holiness follows in Your wake. 
All the souls of those buried 
at the holy land of Saqqara praise you. 
Always, I will praise You too. 
 
Come in peace, oh great and wise God, 
Come in peace and please, I pray, 
bring peace to my world too 
 
Hail to You, Imhotep. 
Hail, mighty Healer. 
 

Now, I had never before honored Tawaret. I’m not a mother. I’ve never wanted children (though I like them well enough). I had erroneously thought that was all She was about. Instead, when I began to honor Her now, preparatory to writing this, I discovered a Deity who, like Sekhmet drives back evil, drives back pollution and protects with a fury and fullness of power that nothing unholy would dare to challenge. I may actually be integrating Her into my household veneration, I found myself so moved by the power of Her presence. 

Prayer to Taweret
By G. Krasskova
(for C. for personal use only)
copyright 2020
 
 
Hail to You, Life-Giver to Gods!
Hail oh Goddess, Who nourishes humanity, 
Hail oh Goddess, Who nourishes us in our humanity. 
You are the richness of the Nile, 
the fertility of the rich, black soil,
the promise of the endless waters
rising and falling, filling the land with abundance. 
You are fullness: of blessing, of grace, of glory. 
Please hear my prayer now.
 
You, oh Great One, 
guarantee the fertility of the land. 
You are ferocious, 
even as You nurture and protect. 
Oh Mistress of the Horizon,
Goddess of the Northern Sky, 
You Who protect the vault of heaven, 
Who clears the way for the passage of Ra,
He Who drives the dawn forward in His boat of Millions of years,
raise high the ankh, the symbol of life, above our heads
and rain down Your blessings, I pray. 
 
Oh terrifying One, You Who take the form 
of the lion and of the hippopotamus, 
great horse of the waters (1),
You Whose name means ‘Great,’
protect us from evil. 
Drive out wickedness. 
Protect us from peril. 
Wield Your gleaming knife in our defense, 
and keep us clean of all pollution. 
You are mighty, and under the great shield of Your protection,
no malignancy may find purchase in our hearts. 
Protect us, I pray, I and my friends, my family, and household, 
protect our world too from evil in all its forms. 
Grant us the space, the opportunity, to go to our Gods clean. 
Grant us the grace that we may always walk rightly in reverence. 
 
Oh Great and gracious Taweret, 
You are the Protector of all young and vulnerable creatures. 
You protect pregnant women. 
You protect laboring women. 
You protect their children too;
and where You have turned Your gaze, 
no evil spirits may enact their evil intent. 
When you are present in the birthing room, 
You are a guard and a ward to the laboring woman. 
The birthing bed is Your sanctuary. 
You protect us now, and Your care ensures our next generation too.
Offerings of milk, I shall bring you, 
offerings of figs and bread, incense with my head bowed low,
for You restore and connect the circle of being, 
bridging the passage into life and death 
into life again. 
 
As You protect the living, so too You protect the dead. 
You assist souls in their journey to the gentle embrace of Osiris.
You guide their way in rejoining the ancestors, 
--may they eat  honey from the hands of their dead. 
You restore the soul, 
--may You wash us all in Your refreshing waters. 
 
 
I praise You as Taweret, (2)
Great Lady of the heavens. 
I praise You as Ipet, 
and as Reret, 
for You are the ever-birthing One, 
restoring the order of heaven and earth
through Your labors. 
 
Friend of Isis, 
Friend of Hathor,
Friend of Sobek,
Preserver of all that is holy,
Make us holy too. 
Let nothing impure or wicked
twist the integrity of our souls out of true. 
May we always be guided in the best ways
to honor You and to honor all the Gods
in ways pleasing to the heavens. 
 
Mistress of pure water,
Lady of the birthing house,
Lady of heaven,
Yours is the power to ward off evil.
Friend of Hedjet,
Yours is the power to protect the household. 
Grant us peace, great Goddess. 
Let us rear our children in peace. 
Guard our house against evil, 
and always, turn our hearts 
to the ways of devotion. 
Hail to You, Taweret, 
now and ever. 
 
 
 
Notes:
 
1.    Hippopotamus is from the Greek for ‘river horse.’
2.    From this point on can be taken out and used as a smaller, shorter, prayer of praise. Two for the price of one. Lol. 

Finally, I was asked to write a prayer to Artemis (this was actually the first of the latest three, though I have a few more in queue to do, which I hope to get to this coming week). 

Prayer to Artemis
(For T., for personal use only).
Copyright 2020.
 
I pray to You, most gracious Goddess, 
and I ask that You hear my prayer. 
Daughter of Zeus, Daughter of Leto, 
born radiant with Your prophecy-loving Brother,
You are fierce, and none may equal You
in the focused fury of the Hunt. 
Under Your watchful eye, babes are birthed, 
children thrive, girls grow to adulthood, 
woodland creatures are nourished, 
and those who celebrate Your mysteries
are protected. May I be nourished too. 
 
These things I know:
You brook no offense toward Your pious Mother.
You brook no violation of Your sacred groves, 
Your grottos, Your wooded glades, and sacred places. 
To gaze upon You is a privilege granted to few, 
yet Your protection is offered to any young girl
who needs it, and You guard their integrity 
like a She-bear with Her cubs. In this, 
You are unswerving like the arrows 
You wield so keenly. None dare trespass
the boundaries You fiercely lay. 
Rightly, it brings only woe. 
 
You are called Aeginaea, huntress, 
Weapons-wise with javelin, bow, and every killing tool. 
You are called Agrotera, blessing the land with the grace of Your hunt. 
You are called Amarynthus, Apanchomene, and Aristo, because You are supreme
in all the arts that are Yours to govern. 
You are called Astrateia, greater than any amazon; 
Brauronia, most ancient Goddess, Receiver of Sacrifices, 
Diktynnaia, the huntress whom none can escape. 
You are called Chrysaor, golden armed Goddess, and You receive victory dances.
You are called Phoebe, Cynthia for the moon, 
Delia and Limnaea for the land upon which You were born, 
and a thousand other names drawn from places where You were venerated 
by those wiser than we. 
 
You are the leader of the woodland hoard, Hegemone,
and You take maidens and married women alike into Your service, 
Hymnia, Glorious, You are celebrated throughout Arcadia. 
You are celebrated throughout the world.
You are called locheia, Upis, and women cry Your name when giving birth. 
Your blessing falls on every child, and woe betide those wishing them harm. 
You are called always Parthenia, because You will never yield Your liberty to any man. 
All Who have recourse to You call You Soteira, savior, for Your hand preserves
 and carries us away from harm. 
 
By these and many other names are You known, 
but today, in this place, and in the secret bower of my heart, 
I call You Artemis, for this name is sacred,
and rings like a trumpet’s blast 
through all the rough places of my soul,
bringing renewal. I thank you, Great and Holy Lady, 
and ask only this in return: 
may I serve you well and better each day. 
May I never do that which would make me ashamed, 
to place myself in Your presence. 
May I learn and do all that You would have me do;
and in the end, may it be enough. 
 
Hail to you, Artemis, Holy One, 
Child of Zeus, Favored of Your Father. 
Child of Leto, Beloved of Your Brother. 
Hail Great Goddess, Beloved by me too. 
I thank You. 
 

I enjoy doing this type of work. Even if it’s a Deity that I don’t personally venerate, it gives me an opportunity to enter into devotional headspace more carefully than I sometimes do – it’s easy to get into a rhythm with one’s own Gods and that can sometimes lead to cutting corners or becoming careless – taking it for granted. Having to approach a Deity Whose protocols I don’t know keeps me on my toes. It makes the experience fresh again, and that in turn highlights the areas that I need to better in my practice with the Gods I do regularly venerate. 

May Hermes Be Hailed Now and Always!

What a beautiful thing! Someone did a bit of guerilla art: this person put up a shrine to Hermes in the Brooklyn subway. My friend M. sent me the link yesterday and you can check it out here. I think this is just wonderful (and I particularly like that it looks like some offerings have been made). We need more of this! May Hermes and all our Gods ever and always be loved.

Here are some pictures from the link above of the shrine. May Hermes smile upon whoever did this. Bravo/a.

Movie Monday: 300

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Ὦ ξεῖν’, ἀγγέλλειν Λακεδαιμονίοις ὅτι τῇδε
κείμεθα, τοῖς κείνων ῥήμασι πειθόμενοι.(1)

I love this movie. I got my start in Classics, and stories of men and women like those depicted in this fictionalized account of Leonidas and his defense, with three-hundred fighting men, of a pass called Thermopylae (the “hot gates”) never cease to inspire. While the movie is somewhat fictionalized, the event it depicts actually occurred. In 480 B.C.E., Greece was facing invasion and erasure by Xerxes I and the Persian empire. There was no unified Greece at this time, only independent city states many of which (like Athens and Sparta) were relatively hostile to each other. They came together, in part inspired by the battle of Thermopylae, to repel the Persian threat.

This battle stands as one of the defining moments of Greek (and Roman heroism), even though it was in and of itself a bloodbath. The story of the 300 is just that: a story of heroism, and we need those stories. They inspire us in cultivating the same virtues of patriotism and courage, valor and honor in ourselves. They inspire us to preserve our culture and our traditions, to value what we have created, to work hard to sustain it. They unify a people across boundaries and differences, and they teach us the necessity of sometimes sacrificing for something greater than ourselves. Those are good things, necessary things where the cultivation of virtue is concerned. These were the stories passed down to our grandparents, great grandparents, and beyond. They helped form the cultural and moral consciousness of the “greatest generation” that saved Europe from [actual] Nazis – and in 1941, allies defended Thermpylae again, this time against Nazi invasion– and maybe that shared cultural and moral heritage is precisely why stories like this are now under fire in our morally incomprehensible world today. But I digress.

The movie “300” is an adaptation of this story (a loose adaptation I grant you) from a graphic novel and it does take liberties. It is told from the perspective of a veteran of Thermopylae, rallying and inspiring later troops to fight the Persians. Because of that, the Persians are exaggerated in their presentation so that the valor of those that stood against them, may likewise be highlighted. It’s an excellent tale (though I think the original is even better! The most accessible account is probably Herodotus’s Histories,Book VII) (2).

Several people have asked me lately out of the blue, what some of my favorite movies are, or what I’m watching (most recently “Lovecraft Country”) or reading (a lot of Jane Austen atm). So, for those interested, I’ll try to do a post each Monday on a wholesome (by my definition, keeping in mind I really like action and horror – you have been warned lol) movie. I might miss a Monday here and there as school is just starting back up, but I’ll try to recommend some good things. Here’s your first:

better 300
Notes:

  1. “Stranger, tell the Spartans that we lie here, obedient to their laws.” In the 2007 movie, Frank Miller uses this translation, which I like, “Go tell the Spartans, passerby: that here, by Spartan law, we lie.” There are multiple translations of this epitaph. Cicero even translated it into Latin: Dic, hospes, Spartae nos te hic vidisse iacentes | dum santis patriae legibus obsequimur. Tusculanae Disputationes, 42.101.
  2. Diodorus Siculus, Plutarch, and Ktesias (among others) also mention it.

A New Book for Apollo – Now Available

Earlier this year at the start of the pandemic, JR, one of my readers contacted me with a thought, “What if a bunch of us polytheists started a sort of Novena to Apollo to combat this virus?” 

Recognizing a great idea, the seed for the Apollo novena was born. Not only is Apollo a God associated with healing, but because he was well known in ancient Greece as deeply multifaceted–with connections to the sun, knowledge, the arts, protection of the young, averter of evil, and so much more–a novena seemed long overdue.

 


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While some content in this novena has been published before in my Hymns and Prayers of a Polytheistic Household, there is also quite a bit of new material including a new divination system. 

Coming soon…

Here is a sneak peak at the cover of the next novena book. This image is courtesy of Lynn Perkins. I expect this book to be available in early September. Stay tuned. 🙂

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New Book Release: My Novena Book to Anteros is Now Available

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a little novena book for a very special God…

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Suggestion of a Healing Novena

One of my readers contacted me a couple of days ago suggesting that a bunch of us commit to doing a seven day “novena” for Apollo, praying for protection and health in the face of Covid 19. I think this is an excellent idea (and we’re calling it a novena, even though it’s only seven days, seven being a number sacred to Apollo). Here is the email I received:

“During my nightly prayers, an idea came to me. What if a bunch of us polytheists started a sort of Novena to Apollo to combat this virus? Well, maybe Novena isn’t the right word but I was thinking light a candle and using the prayers from your ‘Hymns and Prayers of a Polytheist Household.’ 

Thought I’d pass the idea on to you and maybe your household and others would like the idea.

Obviously, we’d keep doing the common-sense stuff, no hoarding TP, wash hands, etc. What do you think?
JR”

I think it’s an excellent idea. As JR notes, it doesn’t take the place of common-sense measures like hand washing and social distancing – our Gods created medicine and gave us common sense after all!—but it is a spiritual measure that we can take in tandem with these things. Since JR suggested the prayers from my book ‘Hymns and Prayers of a Polytheist Household,’ I’m including the Apollo prayers here.

I plan to begin this cycle tonight and I invite any of you, my readers, who are interested to join me. Thank you, JR, for a wonderful suggestion!

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Seven Day Cycle for Apollo

Day 1 – for Apollo, Whose Arrows Never Miss Their Mark

It is to You Whom I turn when the night is darkest.
It is to You, Whom I cry when I am beset and surrounded,
by enemies as thick in number as an unkindness of ravens.
When I call, Oh my Lord, Your arrows gleam so viciously bright in the shadows.
I know I have nothing to fear.
You, Far-Shooter stalk those Who would harm the Gods’ servants,
Your arrows rattling in their quiver, their rhythm making the Moon smile.
You protect what is Your own. You keep pure Your sanctuaries.
You dance across the field of battle before the opponent
even realizes their last dawn has come, splendid in Your wardance.
You, Mighty One, avert all evil, all miasma, all pollution, all harm.
The glorious swan cries a paean to herald Your coming.
Great shooter from afar, Your arrows always find Their mark.
You restore, Lord of the ash, Lord of the bow, Lord of restoration.
May You always be praised. May I always praise You,
and know my place before You in service.

 

For Apollo – Day 2: Who Protects His People from Evil

You are terrible in Your wrath, Son of Leto,
when You stride into battle, gleaming arrows
rattling in their golden quiver.
Rage is too small a word, for the fury
that radiates from You,
more fiery than the sun,
deadlier than any blade.
You protect Your people,
raining plague upon those
who trample upon Your servants.
You strike down the impious,
and stop the evil-doer in his wake.
With Your raging war-cry,
You shatter pollution,
scattering to the winds,
all who would oppose You.
When You let fly Your arrows,
Your aim is ever true
and You destroy them.
None may escape You.
Howling Ares in His battle frenzy
may indeed match Your war-dance,
but You are cold precision, ice to His fire.
You never miss Your mark and when You take
the field of battle, Your heart is empty of mercy.
Agrios, best of hunters,
let Your fury fall upon all
that would seek to challenge divine order.
Set loose Your ravens, turn lose Your wolves,
that they may rend and tear Your enemies,
until You stand unopposed and triumphant.
Be our shield against evil, Bright Son of Zeus.
Hail to You, Apollo.
We will reverence You always,
not out of fear – for we will be ever pious—
but in love, and awe at the terrifying beauty
of Your majesty.
Hear our prayer, we pray.

 

Day 3 – for Apollo: Who makes Whole that which has been Broken

Hallowed One and hallowing,
You make whole that which is broken.
Your gentle hands bring healing,
tenderly encouraging growth and restoration.
Medicus, by Your grace and generative power,
You gifted Asklepius to the world,
and from His children, Mighty Sons and Daughters,
struck a blow against miasma and hurt.
Your temples are sanctuaries and so powerful Your blessings
that even the Christians hailed You, calling You angelic,
and best defender of the heavens.*
On this, they were not entirely wrong.
Yours is a purifying healing force against which
no possible pollution, illness, or malefic spirit may stand.
Your face is glory. Your touch a beautiful solace.
Your very presence is undiluted joy, ecstasy of mind, heart
and most of all, spirit. You move our tongues to praise,
our hearts to reverence, our bodies to celebration.
Enfold us, oh God, sweet and noble Lord, in Your light.
Restore us, Brightest Lord, we pray.
Renew us in all ways, that we may praise You more fully,
and every day with greater joy.
Preserve us, Holy Lord, from all the dank, impious places
we must walk in this world.
Fill us with Your light until no pollution remains
nor the possibility for it to fester and grow.
With this prayer, let us be aligned with our Gods,
with You, mighty Healer, as our advocate.
Hail to You, Apollo, may the warmth of Your blessings flow.

 

Day 4 – For Apollo, Who Bestows Prophetic Power

Frenzied speech You give, the oracle-woman bowed back
with the force of Your Presence in her head,
with the force of Your words erupting like a volcano
from her heart and mind, dancing and blazing on her tongue,
every synapse burning bright, as though she had fallen into the sun.

Frenzied speech and prophetic power You bestow, Great Lord,
weaving like a serpent through the brain, opening doorways
through which Gods and spirits might howl triumphant.
This is a high art, and You train Your women to wield it
swift and sure, mercilessly and sometimes cruelly,
like a surgeon’s blade, deployed keenly and without hesitation.

It is this Power, like the blistering force of a thousand suns,
that shines the wisdom of the Gods into mortal lives.
Those who heed it uphold the will of Zeus,
the immortal hierarchy of the heavens, the glory of the cosmos.
Those who ignore these whispering women glory-sent,
wreak their own destruction and order is again preserved.

It is the pristine ratio dancing, ever turning, ever re-harmonizing in Your hands.
You maintain the radiance of its song, the cosmic majesty of its dancing sequences
through which worlds are born, pass away, and are born again.
Preserver, Savior, Eternal God, Your songs soar in the hearts of those who love You,
and through the cosmos too, restoring order to all things touched by the sourness
of spiritual decay.

May we too join in this dance. May our hearts be patterned for Your song
that like wood in the blazing fire, we may be transformed, into light and heat
and conduits of Your goodness to our sad and broken world, every day of our lives.
Hail to You, Apollo.

 

Day 5 – for Apollo, Whose Love is Fierce

Your love is a terrifying thing to bear,
Sweet and searing, You penetrate to the core.
It is like walking off a precipice,
and whether we fly or fall is all the same
when the ending is You
and the conflagration of Your affections.
Oh Sweet God, burn away all that keeps us from taking that leap.
Let us not be like Kassandra, inconstant, aching,
so hungry for You and yet so afraid. She was a slave to Her fear.
Let our fear never win. Let it instead be the spice
that flavors the feast of the senses You proffer.
Free us from the chains of our terror.
Let us rise proudly into Your embrace
counting as small the consequences of such devotion.
There are always consequences to devotion.
Let us pay the requisite price gladly;
and then let us throw ourselves madly
into the heat of Your Presence.
Hail to You, Apollo, most-longed for God.
Hail to You, and all Your hungers
that fuel the fires of our veneration.

 

Day 6 – Apollo, Who Ever Purifies

Holy Lord, cause my skin to crawl
away from every evil thing.

Bright Apollo, far shooting God
of healers and prophets,
I offer this prayer to You today.

Holy Lord, cause my skin to crawl
away from every evil thing.

Most Holy Apollo,
Klarios, Oulios, Alexikakus,
Who averts all harm,
protect me, oh my God.

Holy Lord, cause my skin to crawl
away from every evil thing.

In Your Presence, oh my God,
nothing impure may stand.
In Your Presence, oh my God,
nothing impious may find purchase.

Holy Lord, cause my skin to crawl
away from every evil thing.

Shining Horios,
keep my boundaries strong,
that no pollution may affect my mind,
my heart, my soul, my work.
Boedromios, preserve me,
as I wade into this filth.

Holy Lord, cause my skin to crawl
away from every evil thing.

I lay my petition before You, Shining God,
that I may stand in the light of Your protection.
To You, Lord Apollo,
I pray.

 

Day 7 – For Apollo, Glory of Olympus

You, Kyrios, are the glory of the Sun,
washing the world clean with Your light
every moment Your horses thunder across its heavens.
Your very presence restores, as light drives out darkness.
Your very song reorders, as its resonance shatters stagnation.
In Your hands lies the balance, the ratio of all the spheres,
A scaffolding of perfection, a purity of sound,
Divine harmony resolving into beauty, through Your music,
You keep those holy chords whole and add to their substance,
filling the world with Your whispered descant,
the potential for regeneration. So, it is with You, oh Medicus.
Your hands bring healing and restoration to us too,
Restoring the harmonies of our flesh, our bones, our rattled synapses.
You hear our most desperate cries, driven by pain and fear, lost in illness,
You hear and the moment Your attention is caught, pain begins its retreat.
The sound of Your attention, the gentle and firm touch of Your power,
Begins again, a dance in which illness has no place save its flight,
Alexikakos, from Your power.
You are the glory of Olympos,
And Your blessings fill the world with beauty.
Hail to You, Apollo Medicus, Father of Healers,
Whose charmed arrows never fail to hit their mark.

 

(All prayers here written by Galina Krasskova, published in “Hymns and Prayers of a Polytheist household” copyright 2020). 

Two Prayers for Healing

A reader asked me late last week if I had any prayers, both to the Norse and the Greco-Roman Gods, for healing in a time of plague. This is what I have to share. Stay safe folks, mentally as well as physically. Don’t hoard toilet paper. Be kind. Wash your hands. If you’re bored out of your skull, here are some online field trips, and here a list of courses you can take for free. Many museums are also providing fabulous virtual tours. I wish you all good health and healing in this time of crisis.

Prayer to Eir

Goddess of Healing, please hear my prayer.
Keep our doctors, nurses, and healthcare providers safe.
Bless their minds, hearts, and hands.
Grant them vitality and fortitude,
that they may do their jobs well.
See that they have what they need.
Bless them with health in this time of sickness.
Preserve them I pray,
and may this plague quickly pass.
I hail You, Eir, Best of Healers.

 

Prayer to Apollo

Apollo Smintheus, please hear my prayer.
Stay Your arrows and bestow Your blessings instead.
Bearer of Victory, Preserve us.
Alexikakos, Ward off this evil.
Turn our luck to glory,
that we and our communities may emerge unscathed
from this sickness devastating the land.
You are the essence of light and fire
and fire purifies. It cleanses. It heals.
Bestow that healing upon us,
and vitality, and well-being.
You are life, Apollo.
You are life,
The bright victory of the sun,
the mysteries of the cosmos,
and perfection.
You the light that illuminates.
Preserve us all, I pray.