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These two prayers were recently commissioned by my Patreon supporters:
To Odin, for Dreams
(written for T.)
By Galina Krasskova
Ravenous for knowledge,
hungry for wisdom,
You drove Yourself
through the worlds,
upon the Tree,
to the gates of Hel
You sought out seers,
with fateful fire
caught by mind,
held on the tongue
spat forth at Your command.
You unraveled and deciphered
the dreams of Your omen-marked Son
bound spirits, and raged through worlds
to undo His terrible fate.
You Who know the magic
of the Vanir, for Whom dreams
are as open books,
worlds waiting for reason’s plunder,
I ask now this boon,
knowing it will come with a price,
a price that I shall pay:
Send me dreams, Raven Father,
clear omens to guide my way.
Make my dreams my grimoire,
that I too may grow in wisdom.
This I pray as i pour out this offering.
Hail to You, Odin.
(make an offering of beer or whiskey, etc.)
by Galina Krasskova
To the Queen of Olympus
let homage ever be paid.
To She Who renders right judgment,
let offerings be laid out.
To the Goddess Who brings glory,
may libations be poured.
Hail to Hera,
Who grants no quarter,
and yet, is merciful.
She is the Maker of heroes,
glorious and fierce.
She hones them,
renders them worthy of the blood
from which they are sprung.
Herakles, Achilles, even Dionysos:
She brought Them into Their power.
She taught Them what it meant,
to bear the blood of Gods.
Hera, ever mighty, orders the world,
watches over its mysteries.
She is Beloved of the Thunderer.
She is Queen of all the heavens.
To Argive Hera, I blow my head.
You teach us that power must earned.
You, Great One, at Whose hands all
is brought into order,
may my words and prayers
be pleasing to You.
Hail to You, Glorious Hera.
(if you are in a place where you can do so, light some incense for Her).
(I’m generally always willing to write prayers on commission: $15/prayer. These were done for free as a gift to my Patreon supporters with the caveat that I would share them here.
There are some other caveats to my commission work: a) there are certain Deities with Whom I have no relationship and if i’m not able to catch a sense of Them, I won’t be able to write a good prayer and also, b) there are Deities that I am tabooed from approaching. But so long as you’re willing for me to say ‘sorry, can’t do that one,’ if you’d like a prayer written, shoot me an email at krasskova at gmail.com).
In the blistering furnace of our hearts,
may You be hailed.
In the fierce rantings of mind and memory,
may You be hailed.
In the tumultuous storm of our senses,
may we gasp, and chant, and sing Your praises.
May our lips burn with whispered adorations to You.
May our bodies shake in the onslaught of Your presence.
Where You are honored, there be in all of Your glory.
Where You are reviled, there also be,
and work Your cunning wiles.
May You ever be the unquiet thought,
the unruly impulse, the unwary stirring
of holy cravings, the longing for internal revolution,
the descant-mad, dervish-driven
prophetic-spewing roar that drives us
ever and always, unceasingly, unmercifully
into the arms of our own liberation.
Hail Loki, Liberator,
cunning, wild, and wise.
May You ever be hailed.
So this has absolutely nothing to do with Heathenry or cultus deorum, but I came across this lovely Kemetic prayer while reading through my feed. I originally found it posted here and there’s a good article about it and the role of the scribe in Egypt here. I think this is lovely so I share it here for those of my readers who may venerate Thoth.
“Come to me, Thoth, O noble Ibis. O god who longs for Khmunu, O dispatch-writer of the Ennead, the great one of Unu. Come to me that you may give advice and make me skillful in your office.
Better is your profession than all professions. It makes men great. He who is skilled in it is found fit to exercise the office of magistrate. I have seen many for whom you have acted and they are in the council of the Thirty, they being strong and powerful through what you have done. You are the one who has given advice. You are the one who has given advice to the motherless man. Shay and Renenwetet are with you. Come to me that you may advise me.
I am the servant of your house. Let me relate your prowess in whatever land I am. Then the multitude of men shall say “How great are the things that Thoth has done.” Then they shall come with their children to brand them with your profession, a calling good to the Lord of Victory. Joyful is the one who has exercised it.”
“Thoth” by Grace Palmer, available as a prayer card here.
36 Adorations to Fulla
I adore You, Fulla.
I adore You, Bountiful Goddess.
I adore You, Sister of Frigga.
I adore You, Her most trusted retainer.
I adore You, Keeper of the All-Mother’s secrets.
I adore You, Keeper of treasure.
I adore You, cunning and wise.
I adore You, Friend of Nanna.
I adore You, Friend of Baldr.
I adore You, most honored One.
I adore You, Keeper of secrets.
I adore You, friend of Sunna.
I adore You, Singer of charms.
I adore You, of the Gold circlet.
I adore You, of the unbound hair.
I adore You, Shining One.
I adore You, Who misses nothing.
I adore You, Golden Goddess.
I adore You, Bringer of Fullness.
I adore You, Goddess of plenty.
I adore You, well-versed in intrigue.
I adore You, Deluder of Geirrod.
I adore You, Who works Frigga’s will.
I adore You, Who bestows Frigga’s blessings.
I adore You, warder of Frigga’s treasure-box.
I adore You, Keeper of Frigga’s shoes.
I adore You, Keeper of mysteries.
I adore You, protector of resources.
I adore You, Pale One.
I adore You, Bountiful One.
I adore You, Consiglieri of Frigga.
I adore You, skilled in trickery.
I adore You, Goddess of the well-stocked larder.
I adore You, Who brings prosperity.
I adore You, Noble One.
I adore You, Fulla.
I owed Apollo a prayer — He did me a service a couple of months ago and this is part of my promised thank you.
Prayer to Apollo Klarios
You come with blinding light,
a Presence like resounding song
Vibrating, pulsing, BEING,
filling the space around me
driving back all miasma.
In You there is clarity.
In You, I can see sharply
and with wonder.
In You the scars of my soul
The noise in my head
I am lifted up
to the places of the Gods.
You raise me up, Lord Apollo,
and You are mighty.
My tongue longs ever for the sweetness
of Your prophetic touch,
a single blessing,
finger to lips –mantic caress,
kindling a fire that burns all who hear,
fire that purifies
All who carry it.
So easily might I be lost in You.
The ecstasy You bring is surprising
Hail to You, Apollo.
My Christian aunt puts me to shame. It’s one of those things where we were talking recently and as she talked about her own prayer practice I felt like my own Gods were smacking me upside the head with the proverbial 2×4, as in “ahem. Why aren’t you doing more of this too?” It’s odd and almost surreal when that happens, particularly when the example is so far afield from my own tradition.
My aunt prays [and joyfully too, fervently, fiercely] at least four hours a day: two in the morning and two in the evening. Out of curiosity I asked her what exactly she does and she showed me her prayer book, and talked about the set prayers she does and how she uses them as jumping off points for her own extempore prayers. She told me about all the people she prays for and I could see that this is a major way in which she engages with her religious community and also her way of powerfully contributing to it. I just sat there listening to her thinking, “damn.”
I pray, of course, but since my adopted mom died it’s been a real battle sometimes to hit the points of connection and communication that I am aiming for, a painful thing to open myself to the Gods when in the midst of so much grief (and anger). Eventually of course it all becomes an excuse and one must shut up, put up, and just pick up the reins of one’s practice again or risk withering away spiritually but oh it hurts. It hurts to realize that in some respects, I’ve forgotten how I used to pray.
I was watching something on television the other night and one of the characters had to translate something from the Latin. I read Latin so I realized what it was right away, a prayer: “de profundis clamo ad te, domine:” out of the depths I cry to you, oh Lord. I thought, “well, that’s apt.” Having taken up the reins of mindful practice again after balking at them for so long, I’ve noticed over the past few months how hard it is to reestablish the daily discipline. I always do something for my Gods and dead pretty much daily but not enough, not nearly enough. I crave the prayer to reset the connection but resent the inconvenience of the discipline…and perhaps fear not doing well what I must. I am at times in awe of my hubris. God damn.
So I look at my aunt’s prayer practice and hold that up right now as a goal to maintain daily. What a beautiful way to structure my day again – as I used to do for so many years when first I started down the road of devotion—prayer to open it and prayer to send it off to bed. It forces me to make choices with how I’m going to use my time, how I’m going to order my day, what takes precedence.
I realize that like anything else in one’s devotional life it’s about learning to make the right choices consistently, cultivating a proper venerative spirit. Maybe that’s why the word for engaging in ongoing venerative practices to a Deity in Latin, as well as the word for the body of practices containing the mysteries of a deity (cultus) both come from the word colo, colui, cultum: to cultivate, tend, care for. One could almost say ‘nourish’ but that nourishment works both ways. It’s not about the words, though the words provide purchase, it’s about opening ourselves up to direct experience with the Gods. The daily discipline readies and prepares the soul.
The novena booklet for Asklepios, “To Rejuvenate and Nourish: Nine Days of Prayer to Asklepios, God of Healing” is now available at createspace here.
I’m really pleased with this one, folks. It’s a small, pocket size prayer book and it looks really cool. I’m currently working on a similar prayer book to Eir. Stay tuned.
Edit: I am offering 8 copies signed and with a prayer card of your choice for $10 plus $3 shipping and handling. contact me at krasskova at gmail.com if you want one.
Ok, so I have finished writing the Novena booklet for Asklepios and I am deeply grateful for His help and benevolence over the last few weeks. On Sunday night, I’ll do the div to choose the title and then it should be available next month (maybe sooner, depending how I publish it). I’ll keep y’all updated.
I will be doing the same type of novena booklet for the Norse healing Goddess Eir. It occurred to me as I was working on the one for Asklepios that I really should honor Her too. I focused on the former because my husband isn’t Heathen and I prayed primarily to his Gods and Their relations first and then my own. it seemed fitting, but I did petition Eir as well and She deserves more cultus than She gets. So…same deal, folks. I desperately need help with a title!
If you have any suggestions for a title for a novena booklet for Eir, email them to me at krasskova at gmail.com by 11pm EST on the 17th. On that day, i’ll put them in a bowl, on Her shrine, and divine to see which She wants. The “winner” will receive a free copy of the novena booklet, signed and personalized, and one each of the Eir prayer cards. please help. I want to do right by Her, as I have tried to do for Asklepios.
I adore You, Sweet Incantation of Night.
I adore You, Hati’s Fetter.
I adore You, Son of the Keeper of Time.
I adore You, Delight of Mundilfari’s House.
I adore You, Brother of Sunna.
I adore You, Nephew of Nott.
I adore You, Kin to Sinthgunt.
I adore You, Lustrous Illuminator.
I adore You, Beloved of Unn.
I adore You, Singer of Odd little Rhymes.
I adore You, Intoxicator.
I adore You, of the thirteen turnings.
I adore You, Bearer of the gleaming scimitar.
I adore You, Who sometimes shields his face.
I adore You, Ancient Splendor.
I adore You, Protector of Children.
I adore You, Solitary Singer.
I adore You, Keeper of Cycles.
I adore You, Master of Tides.
I adore You, Friend of Alfar dark and light.
I adore You, Who inspires longing.
I adore You, God of Camellias.
I adore You, Who makes the heart ache.
I adore You, Protector of the Mad.
I adore You, Beautiful as Alabaster.
I adore You, Gleaming Pearl in the body of Night.
I adore You, Master of the Abacus.
I adore You, Golden One and Beautiful.
My Adoration, I hail You. Sweetest God, ancient and beautiful. Be ever praised, Mani.
(from “Dancing in the House of the Moon” edited by G. Krasskova).
We praise You, Son of Mundilfari, Who brushes through the currents of time as though they though were finely spun silk.
We praise You, Brother of the Sun, gleaming and glorious, as fair as Your sister Sunna and as powerful.
We praise You, scimitar wielding Warrior; with You watching over us, we have nothing to fear.
We praise You, oh Helmsman of the Ship of Night, ever constant in Your journeys.
We praise You, Heavens’ Rider, fleet and fierce, and almost too beautiful to gaze upon.
We Praise You, Beloved of Unn, quixotic and sensual, the Two of You set the worlds singing.
We praise You, Magus of the Heavens, You were, before the Worlds were crafted.
We praise You, Ornament of Night, Your loveliness compels the heart and You evoke devotion.
We Praise You, Mani, with Your jangling beads, alluring mien, and Your compassion.
Oh, Incandescent fire.
Oh, Radiant Pearl of night.
Oh, Sweetness beyond measure.
Oh, Enchantment of the Heavens.
Oh, Ancient Dancing Warrior.
Oh, Lustrous Prince of Time.
Oh, Source of Mystery.
Oh, Wondrous Wanderer.
Oh, Gleaming God of the Moon.
Ever and always do Your people praise You.
(image by Grace Palmer)