I call to Melpomene, great of might,
daughter of Zeus and wise Mnemosyne,
mother of the Sirens who sing men
to their doom, O muse of tragedy,
goddess who joins the many voices,
goddess who knows the many tales.
Melpomene, you sing of sorrows,
you sing of the bonds of fate,
of greatness brought to a bitter end;
you grant the gift of the heart’s release.
Melpomene who bears the sword,
I pray to you, goddess, I honor your gifts.
daughter of Zeus and wise Mnemosyne,
mother of the Sirens who sing men
to their doom, O muse of tragedy,
goddess who joins the many voices,
goddess who knows the many tales.
Melpomene, you sing of sorrows,
you sing of the bonds of fate,
of greatness brought to a bitter end;
you grant the gift of the heart’s release.
Melpomene who bears the sword,
I pray to you, goddess, I honor your gifts.
O Muses, bless unto me that fever wherein my calloused fingers sprout such an entrancing song - of which the verse flows eternal. Gingerly dissolving all vestiges of dearth that set upon the heart each winter.
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“How can anyone who, while worshiping Zeus the God of Companions, sees their neighbors in need and does not give them a penny - how can they think they are worshiping Zeus properly?”
Julian, Emperor of Rome, Letter to Arsacius, High-priest of Galatia.
Julian, Emperor of Rome, Letter to Arsacius, High-priest of Galatia.
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Forwarded from Sons of Sol
Happy Birthday to Mithras/Sol. Happy Winter Solstice.
Praise be Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall! Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!'
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!
Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat,
Our helmets scorch our foreheads ; our sandals burn our feet.
Now in the ungirt hour; now ere we blink and drowse,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows !
Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main,
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again !
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies,
Look on Thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice !
Many roads Thou hast fashioned: all of them lead to the Light,
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!
Praise be Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall! Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!'
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!
Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat,
Our helmets scorch our foreheads ; our sandals burn our feet.
Now in the ungirt hour; now ere we blink and drowse,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows !
Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main,
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again !
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!
Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies,
Look on Thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice !
Many roads Thou hast fashioned: all of them lead to the Light,
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!
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Forwarded from Sons of Sol
Hermes is the representative of reason and speech, which both accomplish and interpret all things. The phallic Hermes represents vigour, but also indicates the generative law that pervades all things. Further, reason is composite: in the sun it is called Hermes; in the moon Hecate; and that which is in the All Hermopan, for the generative and creative reason extends over all things.
Porphyry
Porphyry
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Forwarded from Sons of Sol
The Mind which creates all things of this World by Thought
Hermes asked if all men did not have Minds, and the Great Dragon replied: “Take heed what you say, for I am the Mind–the Eternal Teacher. I am the Father of the Word–the Redeemer of all men–and in the nature of the wise the Word takes flesh. I will not permit the evil senses to control the bodies of those who love me, nor will I allow evil emotions and evil thoughts to enter them. I become as a porter or doorkeeper, and shut out evil, protecting the wise from their own lower nature. But to the decieved, the envious and the covetous who shall speak lies of I, who shall adopt false creeds, betray reason and go against their own mind undeserving of it, I come not, for such cannot understand the mysteries of I, the higher Mind; therefore, I am unwelcome. I leave them to the avenging demon that they are making of me in their own hearts who shall tempt and they shall fail every time to the mind who knows all, for the abominable inventions of their minds, their misuse of it's creative power shall create the destiny of their souls and they shall blame their self-inflicted misfortune upon I, for evil each day increases itself and torments man more sharply, and each evil deed adds to the evil deeds that are gone before until finally evil destroys itself. The punishment of desire is the agony of unfulfillment.”
Pymander
Hermes asked if all men did not have Minds, and the Great Dragon replied: “Take heed what you say, for I am the Mind–the Eternal Teacher. I am the Father of the Word–the Redeemer of all men–and in the nature of the wise the Word takes flesh. I will not permit the evil senses to control the bodies of those who love me, nor will I allow evil emotions and evil thoughts to enter them. I become as a porter or doorkeeper, and shut out evil, protecting the wise from their own lower nature. But to the decieved, the envious and the covetous who shall speak lies of I, who shall adopt false creeds, betray reason and go against their own mind undeserving of it, I come not, for such cannot understand the mysteries of I, the higher Mind; therefore, I am unwelcome. I leave them to the avenging demon that they are making of me in their own hearts who shall tempt and they shall fail every time to the mind who knows all, for the abominable inventions of their minds, their misuse of it's creative power shall create the destiny of their souls and they shall blame their self-inflicted misfortune upon I, for evil each day increases itself and torments man more sharply, and each evil deed adds to the evil deeds that are gone before until finally evil destroys itself. The punishment of desire is the agony of unfulfillment.”
Pymander