TO APOLLO.
The FUMIGATION from MANNA.
BLEST Pæan, come, propitious to my pray'r,
Illustrious pow'r, whom Memphian tribes revere,
Slayer of Tityus, and the God of health,
Lycorian Phœbus, fruitful source of wealth .
Spermatic, golden-lyr'd, the field from thee 5
Receives it's constant, rich fertility.
Titanic, Grunian, Smynthian, thee I sing, 7
Python-destroying, hallow'd, Delphian king:
Rural, light-bearer, and the Muse's head,
Noble and lovely, arm'd with arrows dread: 10
Far-darting, Bacchian, two-fold, and divine, 11
Pow'r far diffused, and course oblique is thine.
O, Delian king, whose light-producing eye
Views all within, and all beneath the sky:
Whose locks are gold, whose oracles are sure, 15
Who, omens good reveal'st, and precepts pure:
Hear me entreating for the human kind,
Hear, and be present with benignant mind;
For thou survey'st this boundless æther all,
And ev'ry part of this terrestrial ball 20
Abundant, blessed; and thy piercing sight,
Extends beneath the gloomy, silent night;
Beyond the darkness, starry-ey'd, profound,
The stable roots, deep fix'd by thee are found.
The world's wide bounds, all-flourishing are thine, 25
Thyself all the source and end divine:
'Tis thine all Nature's music to inspire,
With various-sounding, harmonising lyre;
Now the last string thou tun'ft to sweet accord, 29
Divinely warbling now the highest chord; 30
Th' immortal golden lyre, now touch'd by thee,
Responsive yields a Dorian melody.
All Nature's tribes to thee their diff'rence owe,
And changing seasons from thy music flow
Hence, mix'd by thee in equal parts, advance 35
Summer and Winter in alternate dance;
This claims the highest, that the lowest string,
The Dorian measure tunes the lovely spring .
Hence by mankind, Pan-royal, two-horn'd nam'd, 39
Emitting whistling winds thro' Syrinx fam'd; 40 40
Since to thy care, the figur'd seal's consign'd, 41
Which stamps the world with forms of ev'ry kind.
Hear me, blest pow'r, and in these rites rejoice,
And save thy mystics with a suppliant voice.
I am in my fourth year serving the Lord Apollon in the position of Pythia. This has not been an easy process of service. I have been called a liar, a fraud, impious and even more unkind things than this. The community of Hellenic reconstructionists seems to enjoy posting pretty pictures of the Gods, but if you start to assert that they are alive...that they are here and now...that they are not limited to Greece...that they speak! You are then labeled and ostracized as crazy.
I have a vision of a reconstructed temple of Apollo. This includes the position of Pythia, which some seem to believe that Pythia, along with the Gods of ancient Greece, are dead. No, my friends, I am here today to tell you that Pythia is very much alive. How many have even cared to TRY to reconstruct the ritual of the oracle? Test if the will of Zeus is able to be conveyed in this age? I fast, I purify with spring water, I chew the laurel leaves, I sit on a brass tripod and I produce hexameter verses on the lunar sevenths. It's not easy. Not many care to even keep the lunar calendar. I see people tied to Saturn's Day, Moon Day, SUN-Day ect. but Hellenes are lazy, and most do not even keep the lunar calendar.
I have not at any time stated that I am the only Pythia there is. In fact, I have tried to train and even share the hood with those I thought worthy. Afterall, it's not a position for only one. This has not always worked out. Kyrene, some of you may know, was offered the position, took it, and then ran like her ass was on fire for the hills, screaming that I'm a witch.
In response to her accusation, I cackled.
There are those that call themselves the leadership of this community who wouldn't know the gods if they slapped them in the face. Sannion, in his lame blog, as attempted defamation, but he doesn't realize that my support comes from other powerful mystai, not brainwashed zombies who take what I say as the rule of law. There are ways around everything.
It's easy to be jealous of those with real power.
Sure, there are those with more legitimate complaints in regards to my ritual position. I am not a Greek. I do not speak Greek. I do not live in Greece. My dreams, however, say that this does not matter. Apollo chose me as he chooses every priest and he speaks to me regardless of the tribe I hail and regardless of the language I speak. I have seen the oracles come true and I have seen Apollo several times in my dreams. There is nothing I am doing that he does not allow. There is nothing that I COULD do that he did not allow.
IE PAEAN







