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Wed, Nov. 14th, 2007, 06:26 pm
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Ritual script for priest/lord, priestess/maenad, and circle of others. Requires a wine glass for each person, wine and/or hard liquor, something flammable, a (clean) blade, and drums:

SHE AND HE: To Bacchus Agrios, giver of wine! A toast – all take a drink

SHE: Whose blood and flesh does nourish us,
call us into transcendence, fill us with courage
and strength,
I return the favor, and so surrender vitae.
Bloodletting with Athame

ALL: As wine flows in sacred fountains
my heart pushes blood through the core of me –
life is movement! Life is change!
Chanting, moving clockwise in circle

SHE: Bacchus, lord, empower transition,
move me to grow, to become.

HE: Fuel the fire that feeds on fermentation,
on the decay of the old, that births new heat
burn something/fire-dance/light candle…something fire

HE: The strongest liquors burn as my want for renewal,
may wine usher in celebrations of freedom, of tomorrow!
All drink, goodly quantities

ALL (loud): Yours is the voice that beckons
ALL (softly): which whispers wisdom unspoken

HE: Call us to the dance, to the stage,
for transience is less deceitful than stillness
and chaos the whole of the law!
Drummers start playing, all dance.

SHE: Give me the wisdom to follow my senses and
become the animal within, we are liars when we deny it!
Wine furthers our power to personify it!
Deny stagnancy and inhibition! travel from mask to mask,
state to state, with the ease of water, blood, and wine.
So mote it be!

ALL: So mote it be.

Fri, Oct. 28th, 2005, 02:17 pm
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Sat, Oct. 15th, 2005, 12:32 am
pygopagus: Orphic hymn

47. TO PERIKIONIOS (incense - aromatic herbs)

I call upon Bacchos Perikionios, giver of wine,
who enveloped all of Kadmos' house
and with his might checked and calmed the heaving earth
when the blazing thunderbolt and the raging gale
stirred all the land. Then everyone's bonds sprang loose.
Blessed reveler, come with joyful heart.

Sat, Oct. 15th, 2005, 12:29 am
pygopagus: Homeric hymn


I begin to sing of ivy-crowned Dionysus, the loud-
crying god, splendid son of Zeus and glorious Semele. The rich-
haired Nymphs received him in their bosoms from the lord his
father and fostered and nurtured him carefully in the dells of
Nysa, where by the will of his father he grew up in a sweet-
smelling cave, being reckoned among the immortals. But when the
goddesses had brought him up, a god oft hymned, then began he to
wander continually through the woody coombes, thickly wreathed
with ivy and laurel. And the Nymphs followed in his train with
him for their leader; and the boundless forest was filled with their outcry.
And so hail to you, Dionysus, god of abundant
clusters! Grant that we may come again rejoicing to this season,
and from that season onwards for many a year.