Just a quick poem for the day...

There’s about a billion things on the tip of my brain (?!?) that I’d like to write about, but not enough time nor energy to do so today…thus, in the next few days, you can likely expect multiple posts a day, particularly tomorrow, when I kick of the week for Loki, but not until after fulfilling my longer-standing commitments to a variety of deities.

I have not slept well, nor much, for the past few days; and while that has made for some interesting dreams (at times), it has also not really made it possible to have as much get-up-and-go as I’d prefer. It’s catching up…

But in the meantime, things are starting to get better on the financial front…not entirely there yet, but considerably better than I was at this point yesterday, so there’s definitely hope!

I somewhat thought that the improvement in things might have coincided with fulfilling something about which I was instructed by the Oracle of Polydeukion in June: honor Apis. So, I’ve written a poem in that regard (after which, the “good” stuff started happening!), and I’d like to give it here so that everyone can join in honoring him with me. Lots of other bulls are mentioned along the way, of course (but not the Buchis Bull…maybe next time?)…

No Bull

Gilgamesh and Enkidu slew Gugalanna,
first husband of Ereshkigal,
the great bull of the heavens.

Mithras killed another celestial bull,
and Theseus caught a chthonic one.
Solomon had his twelve around a bowl.

Nandi is Shiva’s mount and devotee;
Tarvos Trigaranus oversees trees;
Donn Cúailnge, great ox of floods,

strew the carcass of Finnbennach Aí
across the landscape of Ireland;
even Re-Atum had his Mnevis Bull.

But never has a bull of rivers
been as far-famed and followed
so much as Memphis’ Apis Bull.

Herald of Ptah, scion of Osiris,
ensurer of the Nile’s annual flood,
mainstay of Pharaoh’s Ma’at.

You came again during Hadrian’s reign
like the rising of Sirius at the inundation
preceding abundance and restoration.

Two-faced and beautiful
you joined with Osiris-Antinous
to give hope in faraway lands.

Do not weep, o pure and perfect bull,
when evil and misfortune come to the land–
your power outlasts every difficulty.

O bull of starry-eyed Ptah,
riverine, celestial, chthonic,
no bull is as celebrated as you!

*****

While this may not rank in many people’s “best P.S.V.L. poems” top twenty list (or even top one hundred!), nonetheless I’m sort of amazed in typing it out here, because I didn’t entirely realize what it was I was writing at the time, and how in a very short period of time after finishing it, some of the things started to “come true” in terms of the restoration of abundance, etc. Wow! Next, I shall be writing about an entire mens’ water polo team falling in love with me, and getting handed a check for several million dollars by an appreciative Bill Gates “just because he likes the cut of my jib”!

In the meantime, thanks very much indeed to all of you who read and support the work that I do, who appreciate it, who dialogue with me, and who have extended your own hands to help me in my difficulties–you are the beautiful instruments of the gods, and I love every one of you for it!

Dua Apis! Dua Antnus!