Posted by: aediculaantinoi | September 4, 2015

Unplugged (Sort Of…)

As you have no doubt realized, I’ve been pretty limited in my posting here over the last week or so. As there are no major festivals coming up until the 6th, and September is pretty quiet in our Calendar compared to many other months (including August and October!), it is only to be expected in certain ways; and yet, I’ve got LOADS I’d like to say, and a small collection (about 10 or so) posts sitting in drafts–some of which have been there for six months or more–that I’d love to knock out. Part of this is because my summer teaching quarter, which this year was entirely online, for one of my colleges just finished on Monday (technically, though I was done with grading by Sunday evening, for once!), and I have been half sick of shadows, she said a bit sick of looking at the computer. Another reason is that I’ve been out with ACTUAL HUMANS more lately than I have often been–an entire day’s excursion down in Seattle and its surrounds with one person last Thursday, a dinner with another on Saturday, a lovely dunch (that is not a misprint!) with Disirdottir on Sunday, and an overnight in Port Townsend on Wednesday, from which I returned on Thursday afternoon (on which more below). I had a dentist appointment on Monday (that was just supposed to be a cleaning, but due to a fortunate cancellation, ended up with me getting two fillings just after the cleaning was completed), and this afternoon (Friday), I’ll have an eye appointment, which will hopefully result in absolutely nothing, though more injections are possible, too.

The organization of my apartment is progressing–albeit slowly–and my shrine room is not yet complete, unfortunately. I’ve done divination several times, and have been told that I should not finish it yet, and am wondering what Antinous and the others are planning with all of this, and what fortunate timing will finally allow it to be completed.

I have to admit, a huge part of my inactivity lately has also been that I’ve been feeling listless, depressed, and with little energy or motivation a great deal of the time. I’ve been fine when I’ve been around people and out doing things, but just being at home–as much as I often enjoy doing little or nothing–I’ve kind of been in a rut. I’m hoping that it will be better next week, as I need to get a bit of non-college-related work done (including a good deal of writing, both devotional and academic, with upcoming or long-past deadlines impending) before the ramp-up for Fall quarter begins the following week. Ugh…this is the longest break we get during the year, and it is never enough…especially because the paychecks are also very thin on the ground and longer in between them as a result of the length of the break. Bleh.

My overnight, though, was a kind of interesting experiment–unintentionally so–at a purposeful unplugging, just to see what would happen, and I think to have a bit of a break from all of this. I did some very fast and basic e-mail checking in the morning Wednesday before leaving, and forgot to do some of the most important things I meant to, like writing down the addresses of where I was going and the directions how to get there. No matter, I thought, I’ll check them later. I took two buses and got on the ferry in Coupeville, thinking on the slightly longer ferry ride to Port Townsend that I’d have enough time to eat and then check a few things online before we arrived. However, unlike some of the other ferry routes in this area, there was no wireless available for passengers on the route, so I couldn’t check the directions and such.

I arrived in Port Townsend (I have not been back there in almost three years), walked down to a store at the near-opposite end of downtown, looked around for a bit, and then went a block or so away and had a milkshake and some onion rings in a 50s-style diner. I saw that it was supposed to rain there, so I very smartly brought my long overcoat and an umbrella, though it was sunny and almost warm for the entirety of my trip up to then, and given I was carrying two bags plus my coat and my umbrella, I was a bit over-warm already. While I was eating, though, it had started to rain, and not the usual gentle rain that we often have in my island home. I wisely put on my overcoat before venturing out from the diner to walk to my motel, raised my umbrella, and within a block my trousers were drenched. Then the thunder started–I didn’t see any lightning, but might have missed it since I was closely scrutinizing the ground to see where I might walk that wasn’t already occupied by a 3″ deep puddle (i.e. not very many places!). I arrived at the motel, and then the rain stopped–nice. I checked in, changed out of my wet clothes, and then went and enjoyed the hot tub for a while.

[Total side note: with tax, the motel I stayed in was less than a hundred dollars for the one night I was there. The motel has an indoor pool and hot tub, and each room has a coffee maker, microwave, and refrigerator, as well as DISHES YOU CAN USE, the usual cable TV, and so forth; continental breakfast, while a bit spare, was free as well. The furnishings and overall feel of the place is kind of a tired 1960s-1970s atmosphere, but overall, the overall accommodations were BETTER than the Double Tree at PantheaCon, and cheaper, with the only big difference being the rather retro–or, more appropriately, not-ever-updated–furnishings of the place. Come to think of it, Port Townsend would be a really good place to have something like Many Gods West in the future.]

I had planned to just sit in the hot tub for about a half hour, and then do a few other things before the “main event” I had come for. But, there were some folks in there when I arrived, and then they left, and then more showed up, and we got to talking; and then when we all got out (about an hour and a half after I had come in), then some other people had overheard part of our conversation and started talking with me while I was drying off, and I ended up talking with them for about twenty minutes. I barely had enough time to go back to my room, attend to my post-hot-tub grooming, get dressed, and then get to walking. I did not get the password for the motel’s wireless, but luckily, my browser was open on the page with the directions, so I copied them down, and set off on foot for my destination.

The destination in question was a private residence, as S. J. Tucker and Betsy Tinney had a house concert there. The website said it would take about 33 minutes to walk there, and even though I felt I was going pretty slow, I ended up making it–if the clocks where I had left and where I had arrived were approximately aligned–in about 23 minutes, which seems unlikely, but there we go. There was enough time before the concert started for me to chat with S.J. for a few minutes and do what we could to catch up in that short time, since I had not seen her since early 2014.

The guitar was different, but otherwise S00j resembled this photo very closely at the concert–and that’s wonderful, because she is, too!

Needless to say–but I’ll say it anyway!–the concert was amazing and fun and a beautiful occasion. We heard old favorites from Mischief (“Cheshire Kitten”), Mythcreants (“Alligator in the House”), the title track from Wonders, several selections off Betsy’s Release the Cello! (“Gentle Storm,” “Valentina’s Dance”), an improvised “noodling” that was fantastic, some new tracks that we’ll all get to enjoy in the future on some upcoming album, and a generous helping of tunes from Stolen Season (which I reviewed here), including “Sultry Summer Night” (and the duo’s tour the last few months was the “Sultry Summer Tour”!), “Wild River Child,” “Girl Into Devil,” “Dream of Mississippi,” “Stolen Season” (which they’ve only played live one other time, in 2011!), “Little Bird,” and the final song of the concert, “Believe in Lullabies.”

It was not my plan to do so (and yet, it happened anyway!) that I asked whoever was present if I might get a ride back to town, since it was dark and was a bit longer than I’d have preferred to walk at night without sidewalks and street lights, and this meant that I ended up being one of the last ones to leave the event. Many people spoke with S.J. and Betsy afterwards and bought CDs, and I was mentioning how much I liked Betsy’s version of “Hallelujah,” and a few minutes later, she turned the sound system on again, explained the “cooking show” philosophy of using a looper, and then played the song…with a different, lower “verse” in it than I had heard previously, and pretty much had the small handful of us that remained there applauding as loud as the whole place was during the full concert. S.J. then did us the great grace of playing a song she mentioned working on earlier, about catching up in age to all the “older cool kids” she’s known throughout her life, and it was also lovely to get to hear that more-or-less fresh off the press, as it is part of the weekly songwriting group challenge she’s been participating in this year. It was great to talk with both S.J. and Betsy (and that was the most I’ve yet spoken with Betsy–hurrah for that!), to get a few “bonus tracks” out of the whole evening, to have met some other lovely folks to have shared the experience with, and to just be around people that don’t beat me up or make fun of me for wearing a leopard-print fez, but who actually compliment me on it! ;)

Really, the only way it could have been better was if:

a) they played five more songs (my choices would have been “Glashteen Shanty,” “Floor of Heaven,” “Were-Owl,” “Dryad’s Promise,” and “Ask Me Anything”…though I could easily increase that to ten or even twenty more songs!)
b) then we all adjourned to an Otherworld feast that lasted 80 years but no time would have passed for the world we left behind, and we all came back young and vigorous and with eighty years of songs and stories to share with the eager world upon our return!
c) we learned that all it takes is a very particular cello (called Raven) and two very particular guitars (called Dragonfly and Sangria) to cure cancer

…But, that might be asking too much, perhaps. ;)

Once I was given a ride back to the motel, I did not look at my computer, nor turn on the television. I laid out my clothes to dry (they were still damp from the rain earlier), did my nightly devotions and constructed my temporary travel shrine for the night, read a little bit of a book by Oscar Wilde (which I’ve been intending to read for a long while, have been reading for about the last month and a half despite it being pretty short, and which I finished on the trip back on Thursday, and that I’ll be reviewing in the next few days or week, hopefully), and tried to just relax and sleep for a bit. And though I was somewhat restless, and found it difficult to sleep easily because I was not in a familiar environment despite being very tired with travel and exercise and such, I very consciously felt myself unplug from everything for a little while…and it felt really good.

Thursday morning, I got up with my alarm at 8, but then set it again for about 8:40, got up and got dressed, and went for the continental breakfast (a bit basic, but oh well…). I got the wireless password, checked a few things briefly, and then decided that rather than stay until 11 at check-out time and then getting a ferry at 11:45 (which would then mean I’d have to catch the bus from the ferry terminal in Coupeville back to Oak Harbor just after 2 PM–I could almost walk in that amount of time!), I’d leave earlier so I could catch the 11:00 ferry and get the bus just after noon. I checked out just about 10 AM, and expected it would take a half hour to walk to the ferry; I ended up getting there just as the 10:15 ferry was leaving, and caught it, even though I didn’t even speed-walk at any point! I got to the other side and waited for the bus, finished reading my book, and then caught the bus back, and arrived home a little after 1 PM.

Since then, I’ve had a nap, puttered a bit, and done not-a-whole-lot.

So, I’m kind of wondering if it might be a better use of my time this month of September, when our Calendar is so sparse, to have blog posts be part of my observances for those dates, to see if I can get the 13 or so other posts done this month, and perhaps not much else. If that is only one post a day, then that’s still a total of about twenty posts in a month of thirty days–so, more days posting than not, but also, less than my usual. It might not be a bad idea to give myself permission to not have to come up with something constantly, in an effort to try and get what I have already planned worked on and reduced…and likewise to apply that philosophy to my other list of tasks in my non-blogging as well as non-devotional lives. I know I have made these kind of resolutions several times this year, and in other years, and it doesn’t always work. But, perhaps this may actually be borne out this year, and this month…who knows? If I don’t get the 13 planned posts done this month, that’s no big deal, but then I shouldn’t go rushing to fill in the spaces left by them, either, unless it is of major import to do so.

Anyway, it’s been nice to get out a bit more, and to enjoy people and the communities nearby a bit more as well. (Not so good on the pocketbook, alas–travel and food costs money, even though it is not much to most people, but I’m not most people!) With any luck, that will continue, and my energy levels and motivation will improve meanwhile, too.

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 31, 2015

DO Read The Comments! ;)

There’s a lot going on right now…and not as much time to write here (or elsewhere) as I’d prefer at present. But, the next few weeks should rectify that considerably…

But, I’ve read some blog posts today that have been good, and then ended up commenting in a rather comprehensive fashion on several of them as well, and the comments I posted could potentially spawn posts of their own. I don’t have time to do such posts at the moment, but I’ll just re-post my comments here in the meantime, and may perhaps expand on them later.

First, one by Yvonne Aburrow on “Why Do Some People Experience Deities, But Others Don’t?” It’s a good post, and I had this to say in response:

To me, this question is one of the reasons why our various religious groupings and practices are best understood as experiential and are not remotely creedal. And, I think the question–both as you’ve posed it and as I’ve heard others pose it (and problematize it) demonstrates the gulf between a creedal understanding of it and an experiential one.
Understand that the two similes I’m going to employ here are negative, and while that may put some people off, nonetheless they might convey the point powerfully enough to make it more cogent.

Experiencing Deities as a phenomenon is like getting high on pot or being in a car accident.

The “high on pot” version works because it is something that most people have to seek out and actively exert some effort into doing if they want to do it; very few people get dosed with pot in those delicious brownies they ate but didn’t know what was in them, etc. It’s a fine experience as far as it goes, but some people (analogous to atheists, etc.) are just not interested in pursuing it, and barring an occasion where they inadvertently ingest it, it won’t impede their life any that they don’t have that specialized experience, and thus isn’t an issue if they don’t want to do it.

The “car accident” version is one emphasizing uncertainty and the often accidental nature of such experiences. Many people may not have any interest in pursuing such an experience, but it suddenly happens to them, and they no longer have the choice, they simply have a choice on how to cope with what occurred.

In phrasing this entire issue as one from a creedal viewpoint, then the big question becomes “So what’s wrong with the people who don’t have experiences of Deities?” and then questions about the necessity of beliefs, of particular mindsets, and so forth then naturally arises, as well as the possibilities of “being chosen” or some people being better or more favored than others, etc., are naturally suggested. And that’s just going down a very bad pathway, in my view.

If it is simply a question of experiences–both deliberate and sought, as well as unexpected and even accidental–then whether or not one has an experience with a Deity is as simple as any other matter in which experiences are involved: some are chosen, some aren’t, and neither’s absence or presence is “better” or “worse” than another, despite some insecure people trying to insist that one or the other of these absences or presences may be.

Phrasing it in this way would make a lot of the atheist arguments kind of dissipate, I think, in terms of “Okay, so you don’t have these experiences and don’t want to have them–no big deal!” The problem seems to arise when then our entire class of experiences is discounted by atheists, and we’re told we are crazy or deluded or stupid, etc. Only the most callous person would tell a car accident survivor that the car accident never happened and they’re just too dumb to understand what happened; and only the most prudish and closed-minded person would suggest that getting high is entirely in one’s head and a poor interpretive choice.

Then, there was this one by Karl Benson on Local Cultus, mostly from a Heathen viewpoint (recommended by Dver), to which I responded:

I think these are very important points, and I largely agree.

My one major niggle is your statement that “You don’t have a local cultus for a very particular set of events in the past.” Actually, many ancient cultures did. Most of the athletic competitions of the past were in honor of some event–often a death as a foundation of a hero cultus, and the games are an extension of the funeral games of said individual–which has an exclusively local significance. You can’t celebrate the Olympic Games (or the Isthmian, or the Nemean) from Rome or Carthage or Gallia Narbonensis, you have to go there to the sites involved. Battles like Marathon became pretty important, and that was a very particular set of events in the past that became historically significant not only on the occasion itself, but from the wider view of later history.

Local cultus–and all cultus, for that matter–is not *only* an emphasis on specifics of place and landscape, but also on the intersection of place and landscape with time and history. Ten years before a place is considered sacred, the place may be sacred, but until someone realizes it at a specific moment and acts accordingly, and the community there then continues to do so, then the “very particular set of events in the past” that leads to the foundation of a local cultus is lacking, and no such cultus then exists or results.

So, in a sense, EVERY cultus, and especially every local cultus, is the result of a very particular set of events in the past. This Deity had a theophany to the community there and has been acknowledged ever since, and it could have just happened to the lone mystic who was charismatic enough to attract followers or rich enough to support a shrine; or, it could have come about in the context of a plague’s aftermath, a battle’s outcome, the arrival of a visiting dignitary, an uprising of the people, or really practically anything.

I certainly agree that the notion of “Hekate of the Salem Witch Trials” is beyond ill-advised; but, that doesn’t mean that events both glorious and calamitous may not result in a local cultus if given the right circumstances and the informed perceptions of a functioning polytheist community of some sort. Indeed, the latter is the only thing which has ever brought about any and all cultic activities.

As a final note at present–with these comments that between them are around a thousand words!–I’d just say that contrary to the common usage of comments on blogs and other websites being used as places to trash others, to troll, and to do other terrible things, they can be very interesting and useful places for important discussions. Those who say “don’t read the comments” as general rules may have a great point when it comes to YouTube, but in good theological discussions (though, not all discussions that occur on polytheist and other blogs in comments are either good or theological, granted!), they can be really important, at least in my view.

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 29, 2015

Augustalization of Diva Marciana, 2015

Antinous to Diva Marciana: Hail I say, and Praises I give
to you, O Diva Marciana, august sister of the Divine Trajan,
for the gifts you give to mortals and to the Divi and Divae,
and the blessings which you have given to me.

Because of you, I have had only one recognized partnership
with the husband of your granddaughter Sabina.
Because of you, I have been part of the imperial household,
in the train and company of your grandson Hadrian.
Because of you, I have traveled the provinces
as you did with your divine daughter Matidia.
Because of you, I have been honored on archways
as you were with Trajan and the Divine Plotina.
Because of you, I am indebted in my holiness,
and therefore you shall have a share in the demoi of Antinoöpolis.

Hail I say, and Praises I give, and Thanks I express and proclaim
to you, Diva Marciana, the unassailable sister, steadfast in divinity!

Diva Marciana: And praise to you, Antinous!
I give you the divine car of my consecration
that you may ascend to august holiness yourself!

Antinous (and all): Hail, Praise, and Thanks to you, Diva Marciana!

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 24, 2015

The Problem With Pathbuilding…

There are points when one can hear the loud *K’-CHUNK* signifying one of the teeth in the cogs behind the great wheel of the seasons advancing forward another notch, and over the last two nights, that loud sound has been in the form of winds that whip up after the sun has gone down. It’s still been very hot during the days lately, but the nights are getting colder.

I was just out in that night, and when I set out, it was still fairly light, but once I arrived at my first destination, it was already dark. I had a second destination, and then walked onwards from there home again, and noticed what I’ve always noticed on any walk anywhere in this part of the world: the streets are not made for pedestrians. Suddenly, as one walks, the sidewalk will suddenly end (thanks a lot, Shel Silverstein–this is all your doing!), and will either toss one into a ditch, onto the paved street, or there may be a fence or hedge or some other obstruction in one’s way. There are not adequate street lights for someone like me, who despite being light-sensitive, still does need some illumination to make out the hidden depths of the roads, the heights of the sidewalks, and so forth. It is not particularly safe for people to be out walking in this town at night, not because someone might mug them or anything, but because you might fall down. As a result, I was one of only two people I saw out on the street this evening. Everyone else was either in cars if they were out, or indoors. (And whether or not there is a deliberate lack of sidewalks, streetlights, and so forth in order to deter people from walking the relatively short distances that I traversed tonight so that auto makers and oil companies can eat that much more of the world’s income and resources, I’ll leave aside for the moment…but, needless to say, I suspect that may be the case pretty damned strongly.)

However, last week, I was also thinking about roads, paths, and road safety when I was walking somewhere during the day. My destination was about another half mile to a mile further than where I went tonight, and I walked the whole way there (but not the way back–luckily, there were buses to be had at that hour of the day). It was slightly uphill the whole way, and extremely hot, and the destination itself was just past what most people would call “the edge of town.” As a result, no sidewalks. I could have taken one route, which has a sidewalk for about 1/4 of the distance, but the overall distance was greater, so in the hot sun and with waning energies, I took the more direct route, along the main highway in and out of town, which has no sidewalks, and only a small bit of a shoulder. As I was walking along it, I noticed that not only was the non-paved part of the road rough, but it pretty much lead down a steep embankment. I skirted the shoulder as closely as I could, still allowing plenty of room should a huge semi go barreling through, and yet if I were to veer another two feet to my left, I’d have probably tripped on the sideways ground and gone tumbling down into the brambles.

Luckily, I didn’t, but anyway…

All of this, though, got me thinking about roads and paths, in the literal sense initially. Even outside of the excesses of the modern automobile and petroleum industries, roads have been an important piece of technology that has been around for thousands of years. All of the big empires decided roads were a good idea so that they could more easily travel long distances, not only as messengers and for transportation of goods, but also to move armies quickly and efficiently.


Certainly, the Romans are very well-known for having been road builders in Europe. Hadrian did not build the principal roads of Roman Britain, but he used them in eventually getting up north and building Hadrian’s Wall. Likewise, he build a major road to connect the Red Sea to the rest of Egypt that had as its starting-point Antinoöpolis, Antinous’ holy city. He was part of a long legacy of creating infrastructure that can be used for all sorts of things. The interstate highway system of the United States is also a part of this long tradition, and it wasn’t built so that it is easier to take road trips to Disneyland for the whole family, it was built toward the beginning of the Cold War so that the Army could be mobilized anywhere easily in the event of nuclear (and other) attacks on U.S. soil. No matter the technologies of warfare, some things never change. It’s hard to forget this, at least for me, because when I was younger, we’d travel to Eastern Washington to see my grandparents and other relatives in Spokane. And, about seven out of ten times making those trips, as we’d be going over Snoqualmie Pass, we’d see a military convoy, either on its way to or from Joint Base Lewis-McChord (a.k.a. JBLM), an Army-Air Force base south of Tacoma, WA. That, and not family vacations, or trucks carrying tomatoes from Mexico to Canada on I-5, is what got Eisenhower to convince Congress that an interstate highway system was a good idea. But since not a lot of people see military convoys these days, or have any contact with such things, this fact has entirely slipped by most people.

However, an indictment of the military-industrial complex is also not what I’m intent upon doing here (though, you can cover the appropriate spots on your Bingo sheets if you are playing the home game along with us!), so we’ll leave that aside for the moment.

On a more metaphorical level, the images of “ways,” of “paths,” of “bridges” (which are needed for roads to function properly in most cases), and less frequently, of “roads” specifically, are all used to describe religious practices and ways of life. Taoism is, itself, a practice that is known as “The Way,” and the first verse of the Tao Te Ching says “The Tao that can be trodden is not the eternal and unchanging Tao” (and various variations in translation). Zen practice as well partakes of these notions directly from Taoism, and in fact short-circuits some of those by suggesting that Zen isn’t “The Way,” but is only “the way to The Way.” And even Christianity called itself “The Way” before it was known as Christianity. Jainism’s tirthankaras are “ford-builders/finders,” which is to say, people who make a difficult part of one’s path to cross that much easier and safer. So, ways and paths are pretty endemic to how we think about religious practices generally speaking. One doesn’t go very far in paganism, either, without hearing people talk about “my path” and so forth. Also, think about how often people refer to the phrase of “walking one’s talk,” which is to say, walking the path, and walking in a particular style on that path, that one discusses all the time. Needless to say, it’s very difficult to separate the notion of a spiritual practice from thinking in terms of paths, ways, and ultimately of roads.

People in paganism do like the term “path,” though…and I wonder why that is. Often, a kind of “forest path” is what is envisioned, a path up a mountain, something that is rough, that perhaps a few people have traveled before, but something which isn’t paved or signposted very well, perhaps. It seems that much more “natural” to think of it in these terms than it does to think about what the reality of it is where some pagan paths are concerned. Wicca is a path only insofar as a superhighway with lots of exits and on-ramps lined with fast food joints and Wal-Marts on them is also “a path,” and comparatively speaking, when put next to a number of other forms of modern paganism, that is what Wicca looks like when some other paths practiced by individuals or very small groups still resemble a barely-discernible way through the underbrush of a forest.

And polytheism is another story altogether…

But, the thing about “paths,” no matter how small they are or how few people follow them, is that one is only a pathfinder once. After that, one isn’t a pathfinder unless one is still looking for other destinations or avenues, so to speak, of getting from one place to another; after that, one is a path-follower, or perhaps even a leader of others down a particular path, but not a pathfinder.

Religiously speaking, once a pathfinder has found the path in question, and has cleared parts of it and trodden bits of it, and hence has “founded” a religious practice in addition to finding the path, then they may find that others want amenities along the path. A little cleared-out spot for resting, a wayside area where a shrine can be built next to an impressive tree stump, perhaps a bench here and there or a lamppost, or maybe line this part of the path here with stones so that it looks nicer. All of those things that result from people traveling a path and having their own input on it helps to improve the path, make it more accessible and aesthetically appealing to others, and hopefully facilitates people using it and getting to their intended destinations. I think you can see where I’m going with that…

However, there will eventually come a time when someone might say, “Yes, I know that our ancestors and the pathfinders went this particular way, and it kind of meanders back and forth through this gully and over that small hill, but why not just make a more direct path through here? It will be shorter that way.” Then one gets road-builders. There are often a variety of good reasons for wanting to get to a destination much more directly, efficiently, and quickly. But in doing so, what ends up happening is that two processes have to occur: 1) the lower bits of the terrain have to be raised; 2) the higher bits of the terrain have to be flattened. Yes, it is always possible to build a road so that it doesn’t flatten or raise the terrain, or that it at least follows it, but try telling that to the people who say “Pavement costs this much per mile for a two-lane road, and routing the traffic around an extra ten miles when we could just cut through two miles makes better business sense,” and what you end up with is a motorway through the vicinity of the Hill of Tara in Ireland. (Cut back to the discussion above about industrial capitalism and so forth…)

And yet, even if one is not a road-builder, and just remains a humble and simple pathfinder, let’s be honest: you’re not going to lead the path down into a swampy pond where people can get stuck and drown, nor are you going to lead it up to a sheer rock face and expect people to climb to get to the next part, especially if you haven’t told them to bring special safety equipment, or to have left every bit of baggage they’re carrying with them behind before embarking on the path. Take that both metaphorically and literally if you like, it works either way…

There are choices to be made in pathfinding as much as there is in road-building, and ultimately one is a species of the other.

What really becomes interesting, though, is that one is the pathfinder only once. When one is the pathfinder and travels that path again and again, one might remember all of the things that happened when that path was found the first time–the birds singing in that glade over there, the deer who were followed for some distance along those particular stretches of the path, the turtle who turned up on this rock that the path goes right by, and so on; and, in later travels on the path, other things might happen as well: this tree blew over since the last time we came down this way, a particularly beautiful sunset was visible through these trees on this occasion, someone left a paisley tie on this low-hanging branch, we met these other people who were taking a different path and going elsewhere but we shared part of the path with them, and so forth. THat is the experience of the pathfinder on their own, every time they travel that path.

If another person or group of people who are closely involved with the pathfinder then travel the path soon after, their experience of the path is going to be very different indeed. They’re not going to know about the deer or the birds or the turtle, but if the pathfinder tells them about them, then they might put a little informational plaque there about it, or perhaps even commission an artist from among them to make a little turtle statue to put there, or write a song about the birds in that glade, and so on. The path is always going to look a lot more path-like to those who come on it later than the pathfinder themselves the first time they find it. It may still appear to be a dirt path to the pathfinder after traveling it twenty or thirty times, but the first time someone else comes along it, it’s going to look paved and better sign-posted.

After those further path walkers have been doing it for a while, and another one joins them, they’re not going to see a forest path at all, they’re going to see a proper paved road, which will get much more directly to its intended locations without going up or down in elevation, nor taking any longer scenic routes to pass by certain places (when instead a straight line will just get them wherever, and exits will be conveniently sign-posted), and their road might course in both directions to accommodate traffic coming and going, while also having intersections with other paths, and it will even have amenities sited along it at various places. The turtle sculpture installation is not going to be an interesting wayside art piece to them, it’s going to be Turtle-Land, a place where a festival occurs once a year, with songs and people dressed as turtles and special games that take place only there and only then. And so on and so forth. They will not have to go down and get dirty on the rocks near where the turtle originally walked, they’ll just have to join the queue, and perhaps pay the admission fee, to go visit Turtle-Land.

If the original pathfinder is around to hear all of this, they might be very surprised that someone just goes to Turtle-Land and think they know all about it, when they may in fact have no idea why Turtle-Land is in the place it is or when it is, or what really happened all those years ago with the turtle. They may be upset that the particular features of their original path have become flattened out and raised up in certain places, and that what perhaps took them days to travel the first time now only takes others a few hours at most.

Do you see what I mean with all of this?

One of the things we talk about in modern polytheism is that we hate to see things flattened out, not only in our literal landscapes, but also in our approaches to walking a path with our Deities, Ancestors, and other Divine Beings in mind–whether in pursuit of them, or in company with them, or sometimes both, or sometimes neither. What is difficult and unusual shouldn’t be flattened out, we tend to think, because there is something useful in negotiating those high places, and going over or around them as needs be, and having the choice about doing so when such places are approached. Not having the choice about it due to flattening it out seems a great disgrace to the place itself, or to the experience itself in many of our eyes. And, most of us have not had too many problems thus far (though I certainly have) of things being raised up instead of flattened out. In my extended conceit here, if the flattening out actions that we fear are the streamlining and decontextualizing of important divine experiences (the “peaks,” if you like) that have nothing to do with us, then what the raising up of the low areas might in fact be are the things that we experience that may be more of our own human experiences and dimensions that occur in this process, that have lead us into “low” places and valleys of shadow and uncertainty, and perhaps even on occasion stagnation as much as fertility, but they’re much more on the human side of the equation than the specifically divine side. When those parts become raised in road-building, the very real human experiences that lead to and through them are often forgotten; the long conversations, the difficult situations, the strange negotiations and experiments–successful as well as disastrous–that lead to arriving at a particular solution or position or insight are forgotten or downplayed, are made just as equal to those things that come from direct divine contacts (the “peaks,” remember!), and since those parts are raised just as the peaks are flattened out, the entirety becomes one rather similar path of a roughly congruent overall elevation, and what is human and what is divine in origins all becomes a median between them which those in the future follow in order to get to their destinations.

Now, you may be asking: “But PSVL, isn’t the most important thing that people get to their destinations?” Perhaps, yes. But, likewise, there is a great deal to be said for the journey itself. And that being the case, those peaks and valleys are important. If all of those peaks and valleys simply begin to look like “just the highway” to those who come later, then has something very important been lost, rather than the path leading through the valleys and up to the peaks?

It would be very easy to read the above and think, “Okay, so the answer is obviously to just throw out all the books, close down this (and all other) blogs, never read someone else’s devotional poetry or rituals or anything again, and get out there building one’s own path!” is what I’m suggesting. Let me be clear: I’m not. And, in saying so, I’m not saying either that some people are born or made pathfinders, and some people are constitutionally path-followers or road-travelers instead, and that one is better or worse than the others. Sometimes, it is better to get where one is going quickly than it is to hack through the underbrush to find the path; and very often, it is fucking crazy to hack through that underbrush, too, when one doesn’t know whether this part of the forest has the potential to become a path, or what–if anything–might occur there on the way…one never knows if instead of a nice deer or birds or turtles are going to cross the path, that instead there will be a rattlesnake there, and after one bite and being too far out in the woods, our intrepid pathfinder is never heard from again.

I’m taken back to my early college class on Asian mysticism–mostly Zen–by N. Robert Glass. We talked about “ways” as being good methods established by religious practices to do things, which covers the entire range of religious phenomena, from meditation techniques and ethics to theology and so forth. We also talked about “traces,” which in certain forms of Zen are thought of as patterns of thought (!?!) that leave their marks in memory or emotions, and which may in fact obscure the pure experience of whatever-it-is that might be in front of one at a given time, and thus may be impediments to an experience of satori at any given moment. At a certain point I asked Dr. Glass if there was any difference, therefore, between “a way” and “a trace,” and he said, after a moment’s pause, “I don’t think there probably is.” Or, to put it a different way, via Lin Chi, “if you see the Buddha on the side of the road, kill him.”

As someone who has been in the position–for good or ill–of having been a pathfinder in many different contexts, I’m very aware that this is the case, and that peaks get flattened and valleys get elevated; but, since most of the people who have been around and have trodden those paths with me have done so soon after they were originally trodden, or in some cases they came with me in finding the new parts of the path, we’re not quite to the place where those who also decide to tread these paths see a road rather than a path, and yet the flattening and the elevating can and does happen in small ways here and there. I try to make it known when I think someone is going too far in the direction of flattening or elevating, and I have done my very best to do neither of those myself…and yet, it is unavoidable to a degree.

I wasn’t sure that I’d be writing this tonight, or at all, but I did talk some of this over with Sarenth last week after the not-at-night walking incident occurred, and so I think it’s about time to just throw this out there as a potential thought piece. It has gone much longer than I had expected it to (big surprise–this is me, isn’t it?!?), and has taken some turns that I was also not anticipating, but I think it is all fair enough to look at and think about. As long as those of us who are in the position of being pathfinders keep some of these things in mind, we can hopefully avoid some of the worst excesses that can result from the flattening or the raising; but, we can only do so much.

I’ll be very interested in hearing your own thoughts on these matters, folks. :)

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 24, 2015

Some Interesting Things, Old and New…

Now that the festival of the Lion Hunt and the Red Lotus are over, and the major Antinoan festivals for the month are complete (though there is one more for Diva Marciana; and also a ritual next Friday that I’ll detail more later), we can do a little post mentioning a whole pile of things that have caught my eye recently, even though a few of the stories are from several months back–I can’t keep up with everything, alas.

First, here is a piece by Heathen Chinese on Many Gods West for The Wild Hunt, which speaks a lot about the Opening Ritual and its particularities. On his own blog, he’s also gathered a list of all the blog posts about MGW thus far. Excellent work on all points there, H.C.! :)

And, one of the posts mentioned there is the full audio recording of a presentation that I missed: that by Heimlich A. Laguz on Norse cosmology in relation to death, dreaming, and memory. I highly recommend giving this a listen! (And some aspects of it have direct connections to Irish matters, e.g. sleeping on tombs/mounds to gain poetic inspiration or information from those buried therein in a quasi-incubatory practice, which itself echoes some things in Greek practice as well mentioned by Nicander of Colophon…)

Speaking of poets and matters Celtic: there is some new archaeological evidence to show that floos myths in Wales having connections to the birth of Taliesin may, in fact, be true: have a look here and here. (And thanks to Lorna Smithers for those!)

And as far as mounds and Irish things are concerned: the Irish were the first to record an eclipse in the ancient world, if indeed some inscribed stones on prehistoric monuments signify what these investigators suspect.

But getting back specifically to the historically heathen cultures: a remote valley in Sweden still has speakers of a very archaic dialect, and they used runes in their writing until the early 20th century!! Fascinating!

In more Greek news, the Serpent Column at Delphi is going to be re-installed in replica form.

An interesting piece on Lady Geek Girl and Friends discusses the theory that the Miyazaki film My Neighbor Totoro is about death. I’ve only seen it once, but this might make a great deal of sense based on what is written there.

In gender-variance-related news: Margaret (a.k.a. Magpie) Killjoy has come out as genderqueer. Everyone sing: Oh sweet oblivion!

There’s other things I could mention, including about what some non-polytheists think of the future of polytheism and how they don’t like it (or, rather, they don’t like their understandings of it, which are severely flawed), but do we really need to go into all of that now, here? I don’t think so.

And, I think that shall do it for now! ;)

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 23, 2015

The Lion and The Lotus 2015

In the entirety of his short life, Antinous felt certain in that moment that he had never been so dejected, so helpless, and so embarrassed before.

The servants were looking after horses and supplies, the masters of the hounds were gathering and congratulating the dogs that deserved it, and someone would soon be skinning the lion and dividing up the rest of its fallen body for varied uses. A portion of its meat might even be something consumed at a feast later in the day–who could say? Antinous was suddenly not keen on the thought of what lion might taste like.

Hadrian, at last, approached him and asked after his safety.

Antinous could not even look at him, and turned away, silently.

Hadrian, not to be refused, kept getting in front of him, and Antinous kept turning away. At last, the Emperor stood before the boy, grabbed him by both shoulders, and turned him to face him, raising his head to force the youth to meet his indomitable gaze.

Antinous’ eyes welled up with tears, and he began to shake slightly, silently.

Hadrian sat him down next to himself, placed an arm around his shoulder, and his other hand on his thigh.

“First, to your body. Are you hurt? Do you need anything?”

Antinous shook his head.

“Water, then?”

There was a pause, but then Antinous nodded. Hadrian handed him a waterskin, and Antinous drank a few sips. Hadrian then poured a small amount of it into his hand, and let it trickle onto Antinous’ head and face, and wiped some of the dust and dirt from him. At this, Antinous could not hold his composure any longer, and collapsed wailing across Hadrian’s lap. Hadrian caressed his head and back as he did so for several minutes, as long as it took. Servants and hunters kept coming near to see if any assistance was needed, and Hadrian would flash them a look that told them to leave in no uncertain terms, but after the fourth or fifth one came up unbidden, he finally shouted, “NO ONE IS TO APPROACH ME UNTIL I SAY SO!”

Hadrian sighed loudly after having to yell, and at last Antinous seemed to be passing from his overwhelming emotions.

“The next person to come up will share a portion of the lion’s tail for the feast tonight,” Hadrian said.

Antinous laughed slightly, but he was still laying face down across Hadrian’s lap.

“But not for you, Antinous. What part of the lion would you like?”

“I don’t want any of it…I don’t deserve it.”

“Only two hunters today struck that beast, which had killed scores of people: you and me. You deserve a portion of the lion more than anyone besides myself.”

“No! I was stupid, I wasn’t thinking!”

“And I was careless in my intentions. I should not have been silent with what occurred, and should have told you that I’d be backing you up, but that I wanted you to try and strike the beast on your own. Had your confidence not wavered, I think you’d have killed the beast with a second blow.”

“But, I did waver, and the beast killed my horse, and nearly killed me!”

“Yet you hardly bleed. Has it torn off one of your limbs, or left you gasping for breath on the point of death?”

A pause.


“Has it wounded you so grievously that your tunic is now so stained with blood it will never become cleansed of its stains?”


“Will you need more than a small bandage to cover the rather nasty scratch on your leg?”


“And after this, will you limp for the rest of your days, a wound well earned in slaying the beast?”


“No, of course not. At most you’ll have a scar on your otherwise beautiful thigh–a thigh that would be the envy of Ganymede, who never slew a lion in his life–to remind you only when you look at it that you narrowly escaped death on this day.”


“No, Antinous, there’s no caveats or excuses or reservations about any of this in anyone’s mind but yours. Yes, the pain of disappointment, of failure, of feeling that you should have been better or faster, or thought more clearly, might seem horrific to you at present, but it will pass. Youth is a time for strong emotions, and I hope that you never ignore your emotions with the advances of age and become jaded and complacent with them. There will always be truth in them which should never be ignored.”

Antinous’ brow furrowed slightly, but he rose up, brushed the tears from the corner of his eyes, and looked at Hadrian silently.

“Remember, though, that they are like the sea. The sea will never run dry, but on some occasions, it is disturbed by strong winds and waves, making it difficult if not deadly to cross. You cannot risk drowning when the sea is in such a state.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“Emotions can be a tranquil sea accompanying your daily tasks. If you go to the market, speak with a tutor, hunt, read, bathe, or even sport with a lover, the sea may be peaceful and without difficulties. If any of those things take place when the sea is troubled, though, they become more arduous than one expects, and often simply moving from one room to another can become as difficult as rowing up the Nile when it is in its flood.”

“But what is best on days such as that, when the sea is impossible to cross?”

“Do nothing at all. If any task you turn your hand to becomes more cumbersome and difficult because of the state of your emotional sea, then it is better not to cross it. A piece of papyrus will still be there the next day to compose your verses upon it.”

“Is that what you do when you have such days?”

“I certainly endeavor to when possible. I am truly fortunate, for I have so many administrators to assist me in what needs to be done to make sure an Empire does not fall. For all the rest…well, you’ve seen my villa, and how many different rooms are in it. Plenty to keep the mind occupied when the seas are rocky and cannot be crossed.”

“All of those rooms, all of the work to make them…all simply to distract you from your emotional turmoils?”

“Yes.” Now Hadrian was feeling embarrassingly vulnerable, but he knew it was the right time to admit such things with Antinous. “Some have called me a dabbler, or have said that I live a life of bored detachment because of my shallowness. I admit, I become bored easily when people and things become tiresome, when a task becomes pointless and tedious, when no progress can occur on things of importance. But ‘shallow’? There are depths to my shallowness most would fear to consider. You and I are of a kind in this, I suspect, and yet most people can never know of it.”

“So how do you manage?”

“Take one’s joys in the small things: a new scroll from the library, an engaging drama in the theatre admirably performed by skilled actors, the running of fine horses, intriguing conversations with affable people about ordinary and extraordinary things…even beautiful youths from Bithynia who are more interesting at their worst than most men are to me at their very best.”

Now Antinous was at last smiling.

“If you are ready, perhaps we can rejoin the others, and return for a feast well-earned.”

“What part of the beast do you think I should have?”

“I would award you the heart of it.”

“Heart is kind of disgusting, though.”

“And yet, how many can say they’ve eaten a lion’s heart? I never have, and I probably never will, thus if you hold that honor solely, I am content.”

“It will be as you’ve said.”

“Very well!” Hadrian poured some more water into his hand, and then splashed it on Antinous’ bloodied thigh, rubbing his wound until most of the dried blood had washed away.

“Oh, behold this!” Hadrian said with wonder in his tone.

Hadrian reached down into the brush beneath Antinous’ thigh, and pulled up a small red flower.

“The blood from your wounds has made flowers already, and yet your death is far from you! The Goddess Flora has done a miracle in your honor today, Antinous!”

“Or perhaps it was Pakhet, who oversees this part of the desert and has memorialized her fallen child.”

“‘Pakhet’?!? Who is ‘Pakhet’?”

“A lioness Goddess of the Egyptians.”

“Don’t you mean Sekhmet?”

“No–there is more than one lioness Goddess in Egypt.”

“From whom did you hear this?”

“Pancrates, of course.”

“Of course. Teaching you Egyptian tales, has he?”

“Yes, they’re delightful.”

“Be careful, Antinous. One day, when your life comes to an end, you might find yourself not amongst the heroes or the blessed dead with Persephone, but instead in some Egyptian Elysium with an animal’s head upon you!”

“And if that is the case, what would I care? The roaring seas themselves at their stormiest would pale before my own roar if I had the head of a lion!”

Antinous and Hadrian laughed.

“Be content with its heart, Antinous; I would have you with your own head instead.”

“If I did have a lion’s head, Hadrian, it would be the most beautiful lion that ever lived.”

Hadrian giggled at the thought. “I suspect you’re correct.”


Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 23, 2015

May Death Rain From The Earth And The Air…

May a shower of spit from the sky rain down
with drops hitting harder than bullets
on Daesh–and may they die shrieking.

May death rain from the earth and the air
in the form of avenging fires of destruction
on Daesh–and may they die shrieking.

May the Deities and Powers of Palmyra
rouse the birds, the beasts, and fire and smoke
on Daesh–and may they die shrieking.

And, may memory return to the sites of Palmyra
where the Deities will once again be praised
and may the wrongdoers be forgotten.

May what is bright and beautiful in the peoples endure
amidst terror, madness, and the horrors of war,
and may the wrongdoers be forgotten.

May the Ancestors of Palmyra in peaceful proximity
guide the peoples to better things amongst the Deities,
and may the wrongdoers be forgotten.


(If you wonder what this is about, read this.)

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 22, 2015

Flower Heroes and Antinous 2015

Flower Heroes to Antinous: We give to you green stems and leaves, and colorful petals, that you may spring from the darkness of mud and soil with the flashing flourish of life’s vital blood.

Antinous: Hail and thanks to you, Flower Heroes, the enliveners of vision, the fragrances of virtue, and the fruitful children of the Goddess Flora!

Because of you, I shall become a beacon of hope, a palm of victory, and a token of love for those upon the Earth!

Hyakinthos, I will be the hero of Sparta, the beloved of Apollon.
I will be an expert at the discus to the jealousy of Zephyros.

Hylas, I will be the water-bearer of Thrace, the beloved of Herakles.
I will be the envy of nymphs and the drinker of the waters of drowning.

Krokus, I will be the delight of Hermes in games of sport.
I will be the anger of the Gods for the love of Smilax.

Ampelos, I will be the twining vine around Dionysos’ thyrsus.
I will fall from a branch, gored by a bull, from Selene’s spite.

Kyparissos, I will be the love of Silvanus, of Apollon, and even of Zephyros.
I will be the slayer of my own pet stag, the cause of my sorrow and death.

Daphne, I will be the pursuit of Leukippos and Apollon.
I will be the laurel tree on Ladon’s banks in Arcadia.

Lotos, I will be the arouser of Priapus and his evader.
I will be the lotus tree and the sorrow of Dryope.

Narcissus, I will be the one cursed with self-knowledge and self-love.
I will be the longing of both Aminias and Echo.

Hail and thanks to you, Flower Heroes all!

Hail and thanks to you, Antinous!


Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 21, 2015

A Litany of Failures…

To close out the day–on which I have done the expected rituals, but was not able to get anyone to join me on lion golf (and thus didn’t do it), and have already reported on other failures (alas!), but–on the good side–have completed a pretty good installment of the syncretistic aretalogy of Antinous involving Herakles, and also done some key discussions in my role as a fili and an ersatz knowledgeable expert on Irish traditions, nonetheless the theme of today is not “small successes” but instead failures. Thus, in line with last year (and even stealing its rubrics!) and previous years, I’m making this honest accounting of some of my major failures this year, many of which are similar to last year, though not intentionally. (It’s good to recognize patterns, though…)

1) In this past year, in relation to my public roles, this blog, and so forth, my biggest failure happened earlier this month, not even two weeks ago. Probably little more needs to be said on that…but the implications of that failure, as well as the very real and valid realizations and acting further based on those realizations will be changing my approach to things from here on out very much indeed.

2) I deeply regret my failures at PantheaCon to be as successful in reaching out on behalf of the Ekklesía Antínoou, particularly to younger people–yes, we had more of them at our event this year than on previous attempts, but still, none appear to have stepped forward for further pursuit of these matters meanwhile.

3) Now that I have had to move all of my belongings, I acknowledge that my own severe case of bibliophilia has resulted in a very impressive library, but one that is extremely difficult to administrate and properly curate. I suspect there will be stacks here in the apartment for a lot longer than I had anticipated until shelves can give these volumes–honorable as well as laughable though some of them may be–proper homes for the foreseeable future.

4) I have had a number of failures in terms of working on (and preferably completing!) devotional projects, some of which will be mentioned below. The things I’m thinking of specifically are: further verses on a song for Bendis which would include the other major Thracian Deities Sabazios and Kotys; the dance for Quinquatrus and other occasions for Mars, Minerva, and Hercules; the votive stele depicting Pancrates/Pachrates of Heliopolis; the proper dedication of my medical I.D. bracelet to the Deities; the completion of some further Tetrad++ work; finishing all of the poems I owe to people for their sponsorship of my travel over the last year; and, trying in general to do “more doing” and making of things rather than having all of my creative and artistic energies being devoted to writing.

5) That having been said, I have also failed to complete (or, in some cases, start) a huge number of devotional writing projects or editing projects. These include: Studium Antinoi: The Doctor’s Notes, Volume Two, a short piece on Scáthach, the completion of For the Queens of Heaven, some translations from Latin that I’ve wanted to do for–on a few occasions–more than a decade, and the editing projects on the cynocephali devotional and the queer magic anthology. This list is VERY far from exhaustive.

6) While I already devoted a post to this earlier today, that I have not yet finished building and consecrating my shrine room is a deep regret of mine. I have waited for years (almost 10, in fact) to have my own place again, and to have my own separate shrine room within it, and no priority in my moving was greater than getting that established. While a month is not yet gone, and I may very well have it established by as soon as Sunday, nonetheless, this is a major failure on my part.

7) Speaking of shrines, I have wanted to create some virtual shrines here on the blog for the entire Antinoan pantheon (and perhaps some other friends/guests, too), but have not yet done so. I hope that may change by Foundation Day, if not sooner.

8) I continue in the very bad habit of not taking as good of care with my health as I (still) could, now that I have (some) insurance and can more easily defray the costs involved. I hope to be doing more regular exercise this coming quarter of college teaching.

9) I have made some progress on Ancestor cultus, and regard my accomplishments in that area in terms of the rituals at Many Gods West quite well (in most respects); however, my own personal cultus to them is still not up to par with what it should be, or perhaps more accurate what it could be. When I went looking for and consulting trusted Elders on how this might be accomplished most effectively given my own lines of descent and genetic and cultural heritages, I didn’t get further insight into my Ancestors, I found out I’m a child of the Goddess Qadesh, who is now a part of my daily practices. Still, getting ANOTHER DEITY when I had hoped to find Ancestors is still a failure to connect properly with my Ancestors, and one that I am trying to
work further on very deliberately.

So, there we have it. Certainly, compared to last year, some things have been completed that were not; but others either continue to be difficult, or have changed in such ways that they will remain difficult for the foreseeable future. Let us hope that at this time next year, at least a few more items from #4-5 will no longer be on the “To Do” list. ;)

Posted by: aediculaantinoi | August 21, 2015

Herakles and Antinous 2015

Herakles to Antinous: I give you the skin of the Nemean Lion, that you may be invulnerable to arrows, blades, and the points of spears.

Antinous: Hail and thanks to you, Herakles, son of Alcmene and Zeus!

Because of you, I will be suckled at the breasts of Hera!

I will be called both Hero and God by poets in the places of my veneration.
I will be the one who completes twelve labors in expiation of my faults.
I will be the advisor of Dionysos on how to enter Hades, and will lose in a contest of drinking with him.
I will be the servant of Omphale of the Amazons.
I will be the lover of Iolaus, Sostratus, Elakatas, Iphitus, Corythus, Nireus, Admetus, Nestor, Adonis, Philoctetes, Diomus, Perithoas, Phrix, and others beyond number.
I will be the husband of Hebe, Iole, Deianeira, and Megara, and many will be my children with them and others.
I will be the freer of Prometheus and the destroyer of Acheloös.
I will be the slayer of the Gigantes Alkyoneus, Porphyrion, and Antaeus.
I will be the shipmate of the Argonauts in their adventures.
I will be the lamenter of Hylas when he is lost to the nymphs.
I will be the founder of Thracian Abderus in memory of my lover.
I will be the one who leads Cerberus from the gates of Hades to the nekuomanteion at Herakleia Pontica.
I will be the one who says “I have been initiated into Mysteries far greater, and I have seen the Kore.”

Hail and thanks to you, Herakles!

Hail and thanks to you, Antinous!

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