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Hellenic Phrases - Basic greek for worship

 I like approaching the Gods utilizing the greek language for some expressions. Although the gods will understand you regardless of the language you use, using Modern Greek feels really good.

Before we start, just give a quick look on this art of Mnemosyne, Goddess of Memory and Inventress of Words, Mother of the Muses.

Let’s begin this list with some salutations and farewells, shall we?

Χαιρε! χαιρετe! - (trans.: Khaire!, pl.: Khairete! khAY-re, khAY-re-teh) Hail! Hello [to you]!

The standard greeting, can be used to address the Theoi (Gods) and mortals alike.

Ειρηνη! - (trans.: Eirene!, Ee-REE-nee) Peace! A farewell phrase, the name of the goddess of peace.

Èρρωσο!  Ερρωσθε! - (trans.: Érroso! pl.: Érrosthe!, EH-rôs-so; EH-rôs-teh) “Be strong” a farewell to mortals only, the Theoi are plenty strong already.

Ουλε! Ουλετε! - (trans.: Oule!, pl.: Oulete!; OO-leh; OO-leh-teh) Literally farewell.

Now some useful ways to call upon the Gods.

Ω Θεέ / Ω Θεοί - (O Theé, “O God” [masc]; O Theoi!, “O Gods!” [plural]) Ω Θεά / Ω Θεάί - (O Thea, “O Goddess” [fem]; O Theai! “O Goddesses!” [plural, fem])

Κλυθι μου! - (Klûthi mou!, “Hear me!”; trans.: Klee-THEE MOH!) It’s a very common phrase throughout the Orphic Hymns and can be used to call upon the Gods before an hymn or even when you’re just praying. 

Example: O Phoibos Apollon, klûthi mou! - “O Bright Apollon, hear me!”.

Regarding purification by usage of khernips (lustral water)

Χερνιπτομαι! ( trans.: Kherniptomai! - Zer-NIP-to-meh - “May this water become lustral”)

A phrase used to turn water into lustral water, for cleansing the “pollution”/”miasma” by dropping flaming incense and/or herbs in water to make it lustral. The fire is generally consecrated to Hestia, goddess of the hearth, with an hymn before. It’s just one of many ways of cleansing yourself and the space before a ritual, but if you can’t do it, taking a bath, washing your hands and stuff like that might be enough!

Εκας εκας εστε βεβηλοι - (trans.: Hekas hekas este bebeloi!; eh-KAS, eh-KAS, es-TEH be-BÊH-lee) “Begone, begone ye profane!”

This one can be used while you sprinkle lustral water to purify a space to ward off against bad spirits (kakoidaimones) and energy.

Ω Θεοι Γνωισθε Αποτροποι Κακων - (trans.: O Theoi gnoisthe apotropoi kákon!; O Theoi gnois-THEH a-po-TRO-peh KAH-kon) “O Gods, protect us from evil!”

This phrase from Eurippides calls the Gods forth for their protection.

Oh, well. those are just some of the phrases me and my group use! We’re mostly related to the RHB - Brazilian Hellenic Reconstructionism and use it as a main source.

I hope you guys find this post useful, and may the Gods ever bless you!

Errosthe! (Be strong!)

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I have never felt so alone and yet so surrounded by so many people.

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a delightful quote from the Holy Proclus concerning the nature of the Gods

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the color of forgiveness

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Your friendly reminder that while mythology can have what would be perceived as “good guys” and “bad guys”, and martyrs and the like, spirituality does not. Mythological figures are characters in stories, depicting deities. No deity is bad or good— all deities and neither and both at once, and it’s no use trying to prove that a deity is somehow “evil”, or deserving of reproach.

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Ägir.

Lord of storms.

Brother of the wild wind and the wild fire.

Husband of Ran and father of the waves.

He who gathers the sunken tressures, friend of the gods and he who holds the great feast of the gods.

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Every once in a while, I bust out the pen and pencil.

My aunt and uncle have always lived close to a national forest, and as long as I can remember, we could spend the night at their trailer and watch black bears go through their front lawn, just trekking right through with their babies. I decided, since this part of my childhood means a lot to me (watching nature in awe in the safety of their home) to create something to give to them to commemorate it by. So I drew them a black bear skull.

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Lost.

Sometimes it grieves me that I don't know the people who once inhabited these spaces. I don't know their names, or faces, or families... I don't know them truly, anyway. I know I could probably look them up, and find out who the home belonged to, but to truly know them? They are lost forever. I can't sit across from them at their table, indulge in a meal and ask them about things they would deem meaningless, like their daily activities... Things that now, would be such priceless information.

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We all need money sometimes.

I work with several lovely girls who are not very well off monetarily. Today, we were talking about our religious choices, and though I try to avoid to topic, their curiosity fell to me once they realized I was just listening and not adding to the conversation. I admitted I practice Hellenism and a few other Appalachian folk practices and Scottish magic, just depending on how my ancestors guide me and what gods are calling to me.

They were kind, if not a little frightened, simply because they didn't understand what that means. The only witchcraft they had ever been exposed to was harry potter, or other cheesy movies depicting bad practices. One of them perked up and asked if I could give her a spell for money.

I had to laugh a little. Money seems to be everyone's first request when they find out what I do. So I asked, "What do you need money for? You have plenty of clothes, and food, and your own apartment."

She seemed shocked that I thought she was asking for herself. She explained shortly, "My family needs money back home. They have nothing and I want to send them good."

She touched my heart, I won't lie. So tonight, while making dinner, I practiced a little bit of the old folk magic my Mamaw taught me when I was little. A bay leaf, eight coins, and some cinnamon are among the ingredients, and the good smells help me to envision good energy passing from my side of the void to theirs. I hope these spells find their families well, and I sent a small offering to the One of Many Riches to ensure any help sent to them is transported safely from me to them.

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The underworld is full this year.

It hasn't felt like Christmas, Yule, whatever you might call it. The suffering in the world makes the air feel dense, and no matter how hard I try to focus on the joy of family and the love of my friends, I find myself drifting off into thought about all of the lost spirits I have watched wander the streets this year.

To clarify, I am not depressed. I am aware. I am aware of the state of the world, and I am aware that there is no sense of security for so many right now. I am aware of how heavy and congested the underworld, the afterlife, heaven, hell, whatever word you may use for it, has become for over three years now.

Working closely with The Unseen One and his consorts, so many lives float by constantly in my psyche. Sometimes whispers of their lives pass through for a brief moment, and I am moved from my current thoughts to thinking of what happened to them, or why they passed.

Christmas is heavy this year, as is my heart for all of those who haven't made it to today.

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To infantilize the gods is to ignore the power of the gods.

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sit down, stay awhile.

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A few weeks post Halloween, and those carved pumpkins aren’t looking so hot anymore…

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The roots of Blue Ridge grow deep in my soul.

It was the place that raised me, not the people. As a youngster, I played in the woods, amongst the ruins of a failed industry, where the sorrow and hope is abundant. Grow wild, child.

The ghosts of your ancestors might whisper to you, and show you places long forgotten through the gentle, breezy hint of direction. You may see something not quite human just behind a tree, or a deer might stand just a bit too close to you. One thing was certain; respect the woods, respect their inhabitants, both the physical and the spiritual, and they will respect you.

Bare feet on the forest floor might turn up a railroad stake nearly too rusted to recognize. Perhaps a hunk of coal eroded from the mountains, or the remnants of a moonshiner's still.

It is here that anarchy, chaos, and beauty time in their own sense of a natural order unknown to man.

I miss them. Even if I never live there again, my heart will always dwell there.

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Khaire, Khaire, Khaire !

To the old ones, and the unseen,

The divine, and the eternal.

Khaire to They and Them,

The ever present, and the forgotten.

Forever embraced in sanctity by sanctity.

Khaire, Khaire, Khaire.

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Dynjandi Waterfall

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Dark Prince

— by Betty Jiang