Monday, December 22, 2025

Orphic Hymns Devotional Project

I’d been receiving omens, nudges and signs for some time now, about doing some deeper Underworld-related work.  After a trip to NYC in August, things suddenly seemed clearer. (The trip was a commemorative one that me and my step-daughters did in honor of my late husband, and ended up having some big Girls Underground themes.)  The gods were saying “go deeper”... and I thought about how I’ve been wanting to do more work with Orpheus.  And what better way than to start with the Orphic Hymns?  In spite of being in a Bacchic Orphic tradition for 10 years, I’m only familiar with a fraction of them.


So I conceived of a devotional project where I would go through the hymns one per day between the Autumn Equinox and the Winter Solstice, comparing translations and performing it with the prescribed incense offering in the evening. There are 87 hymns plus the preliminary “Orpheus to Mousaios”, and I added our tradition’s Hymn to Ariadne.  I shared my intentions with other Starry Crown mystai and a few others joined in.


On the Autumn Equinox, I met up with a fellow mystes and we took a field trip to a winery (which happened to have some Greek god names for their wines) and Luray Caverns.  We performed the “Orpheus to Mousaios” prayer after playing around in the hedge maze and before descending into the caves.  How appropriate, too, that these caves just happen to house the largest musical instrument in the world: the Great Stalacpipe Organ.  The literal Underworld and  its mineral formations, the slow work of so many centuries, being played as an organ of vibrating stones.  Orpheus would have loved it.  


There were a lot of interesting synchronicities and revealing patterns from the beginning.  I realized later that my own primary astrological signs were also nestled exactly in this time frame.  I’m a Libra rising, with a Scorpio moon and Sagittarius Sun.  And Autumn Equinox begins Libra season, moves into Scorpio season, and then Sagittarius, which ends on Dec 21st.  The Autumn equinox this year was also on the Noumenia, giving it extra oomph for new ventures.  


Less than a week into the project, a fellow mystes let me know about an Orphic Hymns class that was starting in October and ending on the winter solstice, being taught by Drew Levanti, who specialized in Hellenic Astrology, and classicist and scholar Kristin Mathis.  It seemed too synchronous not to follow the thread, so I signed up.  The class was a deeper dive into a curated selection of 13 Orphic hymns through a mythic, esoteric and astrological lens.  It went incredibly deep, and even with my very basic understanding of astrology, I was astounded at the connections they made.


There’s so much I’ve learned these last 3 months about the hymns and the gods and the Orphics that it would be impossible to go over it all.  And somehow, it’s also just scratching the surface?  After all, the “day” (really a half hour to an hour of that day) that most of the hymns got isn’t much time at all.


I compared a minimum of 4 translations, and sometimes as many as 6.  My primary texts were Athanassakis, Patrick Dunn, Sarah Mastros (Orphic Hymns Grimoire) and R.C. Hogart (The Hymns of Orpheus). I threw out Thomas Taylor entirely (sorry, dude).  For most hymns I had translations by Astraea, a fellow mystes and Orpheotelest.  And some that Kristin Mathis has translated (although she has not translated all of them yet).  I wasn’t being critical so much as curious - how do the translations differ?  Which do I prefer and why?  Does one translation illuminate a confusing thing in another?  How does it sound and feel when I speak them outloud?


As for that last question - yes, I was saying ALL of the translations outloud.  At first, I thought I’d just pick my favorite.  BUT I didn’t know my favorite yet, so…


It surprised me that I didn’t have a clear favorite.  Some impressions… Dunn is generally VERY literal but sometimes you need that.  Sarah Mastros sure has that rhyming scheme down - often to excellent effect and other times with some clunky choices.  Athanassakis, while leagues better than Taylor, could have been more accurate and was sometimes a little dry.  Kristin Mathis is doing incredible work in revealing all the nuance and double meanings and channeling the spirit of the hymns’ true meaning, but of course that comes at the cost of being extra wordy and losing some lyricism.  Astraea’s working translations were a great balance between true to text while preserving poetic choices, and had a keen eye for mystery elements. Hogart is more sparse, choosing instead to distill the essence of a hymn into his own short poems.


But that’s all rather academic.  (I have a lot of appreciation for translators, though, let me tell you.  What a balancing act.)


The hymns are deep.  They are rich.  They sometimes speak sideways.  There’s jokes, there’s word play, there’s a lot of mystic stuff there.  The order of the hymns reveal things, and so do the incense offerings.


They are also powerful.  I have rarely ever called upon Apollon in the past, but His hymn is incredibly potent.  Feeling humbled by his presence, I’m wondering if I should honor Him more.  Same for Athene, and many others.  The Hymn to Ares has changed how I think about Mars-like energy and anger.  The Hymn to Selene illuminated something to me about how I was first led to Dionysos.  I was introduced to some I didn’t know, like Prothyraia and Mise, who are really striking.


Taken as a whole, though, there’s a lot that I’ve taken away from the hymns.  Kristin Mathis puts it this way: that the Orphics didn’t think the way we did; instead, they had a “fractal view” of the cosmos, and they were deeply animistic.  The word “animism” gets thrown around a lot so it gets glossed over sometimes.  But really think about it.  Not JUST those natural, elemental “forces” and the stones and trees and plants (all of which Orpheus could enchant, by the way!), but also…. Beings like the Stars, the Constellations, Fate, Time, Memory, Justice, Health.  These are living beings for the Orphics, ones that we can and should, as initiates, engage with in an intentional way in order to achieve a good life, and a good end. 


We see in the hymns, that almost every divinity addressed is called “King” or “Queen”, “Ruler of all”, “Highest of all”, etc. And commonly used phrases are “You alone…”, or “You are most desired.”  This sort of language, at first glance, defies our expectations of a hierarchical view of the gods and cosmos.  But they didn’t have that hierarchy.  The divinity you’re speaking to is the highest because it’s the divinity you’re speaking to. It's the face through which you’re engaging with the rest of the cosmos - each equally important because they need one another - and because they are all interconnected and interdependent, fractals within fractals, you see these repeating titles and names and overlapping domains.  So who-is-who becomes muddled, family lines of the gods are shifty, and heroes can also have cosmic elements. It’s confusing until you mentally shift your way of thinking.


Which I think has been the biggest gift of this devotional project: feeling more deeply connected to my Bacchic Orphic ancestors.  They are so much more real and alive for me, now, and the more I discover the more resonant it all is, and that seems like such a wonder.  


I’ve been thinking of, and we’ve discussed in community, ways to use the hymns in daily life, and there’s so much to explore there. But the way they are written also indicates that these hymns were the backbone of one long overnight ritual, at least conceptually if not in practice.  (Also, they were sung and not “recited”, but I digress…)  So to end my devotional project, I decided to do a solo overnight ritual on Solstice night.


It would have been simple to pick one book/translator.  But I didn’t.  I’m too much of a perfectionist.  Over a couple weeks, I compiled my preferred translations into one single document (a little from everyone, and sometimes I made my own edits or mixed two translations.) It was many hours of work.  


I started my ritual a little after 2am, and ended around 8:30am. (Note to self: next time, start at midnight.)


All the incenses...

                                                          ... plus other offerings


I added in ritual actions, especially in the first 30 hymns.  Sometimes stopping to include one of the Toys, do some breathwork (breath of fire for Aether, Tummo breathing for Pan, deep breathing for Rhea), play the drum or lyre, meditate, dance or move (like spinning in a circle for Protogonos) or drink/pour wine.  Sometimes I was seated, sometimes standing.  The room filled with more and more Presence, and my own consciousness expanded outward.  The hymns build upon each other, starting cosmically and becoming more specialized and granular.  Each one a story creating one larger story arc and journey.  Simultaneously the story of the cosmos and the journey of the initiate.


I sped up a little as I went on, and those 20 hymns before Dawn were certainly rushed but I still put as much feeling and energy into them as I could.  I bundled up and went outside to say the Hymn to Eos, Thetis, the 3 winds, and Okeanos, before going back inside to warm up while praying to Hestia, then winding down with the hymns to Sleep, Dream and Death.


After finishing, I was feeling pleasantly spent, accomplished, and something else that’s harder to describe.  Basking in the residual, aromatic haze of over 75 incense offerings that had transformed my small room into a temple, I gazed upon the shrine with all its libations, noticing how the growing light of Eos and Helios made the pomegranate seeds I offered to Persephone shine with mysterious potency.  I felt holy, surrounded by holiness, to the point of being moved to tears.  I thought, how can one not feel a desire to turn their gaze and their heart to the holy, to the sacred, that is so present all around us?  It is awe-inspiring.  I have always yearned for it, so I know no other way.  I am privileged in this, and in being able to follow in the footsteps of these starry ancestors.  


Praise be to Orpheus

Praise be to our Bacchic Orphic ancestors

And praise be to all of the Deathless Gods!



Notes:

  • If you are a devotee of the Greek Gods, a Bacchic Orphic, a mystic and animist, or at all interested in the hymns for magical or devotional purposes, I HIGHLY recommend you follow and support Kristin Mathis’ ongoing work with the hymns.  She regularly has live chats for her subscribers.  If you want a taste of her work, you can read this public piece on Prothyraia that convinced me I needed to take the class.

  • Drew Levanti is awesome.  I barely knew Hellenic Astrology was a thing, and the way he’s marrying astrological wisdom with our understanding of the hymns is beautiful and a layer that I never would have known was there.  (Which would be a shame, because Bacchic Orphism is all about being Starry!)  You can find his work here.

Sunday, February 9, 2025

Anthesteria Divination

 I performed some divination to prepare for Anthesteria this year (which begins at sunset today, Feb 9th, this year), and it was more fruitful than usual.  In fact, immediately after jotting down notes which were personally relevant to me, other pieces started collating and coming through, like I was receiving a download that was meant for... not just me. (Which is unusual, I don't consider myself a very good diviner.)  So here's what I wrote down.  If it resonates, then it's for you.

Anthesteria's 3 distinct days have a natural flow of energy (mythic, communal, built by repetition and ancestors and also simply of the earth and nature here and now at a particular liminal time), and we can tap into that in a myriad of ways. Ask yourself who and where you are in your own mythic narrative, and from there how you can participate in this arc. It doesn't have to be all the things, it can be a mini arc in the grander arc if you wish. As long as it's personal and present for you. Consider the stories of the festival. Consider the energies of each day. It's a powerful microcosm. And each time we show up and participate it has the potential to be a sort of initiation.

As the pitchers come out, ask yourself what seeds do you wish to plant for the coming year? What is blossoming and unfolding within you, what desire is stirred by the coming of the god ? What obstacles or fears need to be removed to clear the way? What needs to be destroyed or torn apart to make way for rebirth? What spell can you cast on yourself? What if the festival itself is viewed as a ritual, rite or myth... Or a play in 3 parts? Although intention is powerful and guides the transformation to an extent, one will likely be transformed regardless. Participating is key: like the path of the labyrinth, you walk or you don't. Be freed of doubts, follow the thread, and pay attention to signs and omens.

Oh, and don't forget about the dead.

Kala Anthesteria!  See you on the other side!

Saturday, September 16, 2023

The 77 Adorations of Ariadne

I conceived this project over 5 years ago.  I was inspired by Sannion's 99 Adorations of Dionysos, which I am fond of using devotionally, and thought it would be nice to have an accompanying set of adorations for Ariadne.  There's less sources to draw upon for Ariadne's titles and myths, so 77 seemed to be a reasonable and worthy goal.  Most of these lines were written in a couple bursts while contemplating and researching.  Others were revealed later.  The last couple were completed during my most recent celebration of my late summer festival for Ariadne and the Mountain Mother.  During this festival, I camp in a remote place alone in the woods and do ecstatic ritual under the stars.  I took some time to edit and rearrange the lines, and this is the final result.  Many lines reference myth (considering her as both an ancient goddess and also as a mortal princess of Crete), others are more poetic, and a few were revealed either by UPG or by my tradition's understanding and experience of Ariadne, but I don't think any of those latter are too much of a stretch.  

I was asked how I use these...The way I most often use them is repeating the full set as a prayer towards the beginning of a ritual to both praise that divinity and call to mind/focus on their broad nature and various aspects. I love the repetition of "I adore you...", it feels very intimate - naming them as beloved, while also having a rhythm that invites an altered state of consciousness. Sometimes I do it slowly and thoughtfully, sometimes more quickly and theatrically. I have used prayer beads with a set of Adorations, too, sometimes as a daily devotional thing when I'm not feeling spontaneous or don't have something more specific in mind. But one could meditate on one line at a time, if they wished, even using it as a mantra or reciting it a certain number of times.  I have also considered writing them all down on slips of paper or cards and drawing one at random per day for guidance or contemplation.  I'm sure there's other way they could be used. 


  1. I adore you most holy one

  2. I adore you Lady of the labyrinth

  3. I adore you who bids us walk the path

  4. I adore you wielding snakes

  5. I adore you pure in the underworld

  6. I adore you who nurses the chthonic child

  7. I adore you who anoints the baetyl stone

  8. I adore you priestess of the Mountain Mother

  9. I adore you bestower of epiphany

  10. I adore you of the ritual sacrifice

  11. I adore you swinging among trees

  12. I adore you wild and untamed

  13. I adore you moon child

  14. I adore you daughter of Minos

  15. I adore you dwelling in deepest caves

  16. I adore you whose voice is like the hum of bees

  17. I adore you princess of Crete

  18. I adore you light in the dark

  19. I adore you leaping over bulls

  20. I adore you sister of Asterion and Glaukos

  21. I adore you who wields the two-sided axe

  22. I adore you alighting on mountain cliffs

  23. I adore you with wine dark eyes

  24. I adore you muse of Daedalus

  25. I adore you who dances gracefully on pavilions

  26. I adore you who stands between two worlds

  27. I adore you who offers the ball of thread

  28. I adore you of the ever-winding wheel

  29. I adore you whose lips taste like honey

  30. I adore you who guides the hero

  31. I adore you of the many-tiered skirt

  32. I adore you bare-breasted one

  33. I adore you shrouded in dittany smoke

  34. I adore you speaking prophecies

  35. I adore you who freed the Minotaur

  36. I adore you born upon the sea

  37. I adore you who surrenders to fate

  38. I adore you who is remembered at the center

  39. I adore you fractal longing

  40. I adore you who delights in roses

  41. I adore you who leaves everything safe behind

  42. I adore you abandoned on Naxos

  43. I adore you who summons the storm

  44. I adore you mad with ecstasy

  45. I adore you roused by the god who comes

  46. I adore you riding a panther

  47. I adore you hanging girl

  48. I adore you whose nature is untouchable

  49. I adore you wife of Dionysos

  50. I adore you inviter to bliss

  51. I adore you holy vessel

  52. I adore you who endures deep sorrow

  53. I adore you Ariadne-Aphrodite

  54. I adore you wearing a wreath of plany flowers

  55. I adore you bound and unbound

  56. I adore you mother of paradox

  57. I adore you weaver of stories

  58. I adore you of the birthing cry

  59. I adore you who bears the grape

  60. I adore you punished by Artemis

  61. I adore you with beautiful braids of hair

  62. I adore you who unwinds trauma

  63. I adore you who casts a net of dreams

  64. I adore you who knows the ways of the spider

  65. I adore you queen of the maenads

  66. I adore you heart of the Underground

  67. I adore you unconditional love

  68. I adore you who welcomes the weary initiate

  69. I adore you wearing a starry crown

  70. I adore you utterly clear in the heavens

  71. I adore you protector of tradition

  72. I adore you soul of life indestructible

  73. I adore you who achieved apotheosis

  74. I adore you who meanders through my heart

  75. I adore you who holds up a mirror

  76. I adore you beloved of Bakkhos

  77. I adore you my Goddess




Monday, May 29, 2023

Aletheia in the Well

 I discovered these two captivating pieces of art in the same week.  One is a late 19th century painting by Jean-Léon Gerome, which I found immediately striking.  The other is a recently released song by Esben and the Witch.  So interesting how they seem to pair together well. (No pun intended.) I'm pondering the implications.




      Truth Coming Out of Her Well by Jean-

Léon Gerome




"The Well" by Esben and the Witch

Friday, March 10, 2023

Anthesteria '23 in Medium Format Film

My partner (who has taught himself quite a bit about photography over the years) has been sharing his hobby with me. Happy to rely on his expertise and just point and shoot, I've been admittedly lazy about learning the more technical aspects, but I'm getting there. Recently he gifted me a medium format camera of my own: an old Seagull twin lens reflex camera. Truth be told, I have been a bit enamored of this type of camera since a friend of mine bought a Rolleiflex some years ago. There's something aesthetically and nostalgically alluring about it. I love how you look down into the view finder and you're in a mirror world. It's got weight, and intentionality... which is much the same reason I like vinyl records, I suppose. You think about the media more. You commit to it. And in the process, you treasure it a bit more. This is the first time I've taken this particular camera for a spin, and the result was better than expected. Especially since I was guessing on the aperture and shutter speed settings for the first couple pics, as I was alone and had left my cell phone (with its digital light meter app) in the car by accident. 

 I do hope to blog more about this year's festival in more detail, but in the meantime here's some images.

Wednesday, November 2, 2022

You were there, in the labyrinth...

Stumbled across this song while stoned on my first batch of bhang that I made using cannabis leaves that my partner and I grew this year.  (For some reason that seems like an important detail.)  Although the song is called "You With Air", and that is the phrase being sampled, all I hear is "You were there, in the labyrinth..."  I'm going with it. 

The music video is very trippy. Esoptron/mirror vibes. 




Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Holy Dread

I can’t recall this topic being written about elsewhere, but I’m really curious if others have experienced this phenomenon. As far as I know, I made up the term “holy dread”, but given my poor memory I could be wrong - so I hope someone will correct me if I’m mistaken, or let me know if there’s already another term for this out there! 

Holy dread is something that I first remember experiencing in 2014, although it’s possible it happened before that and it just wasn’t as dramatically on my radar. I had gone up to my sacred mountains, the Mogollon Rim in Arizona, to perform a ritual for Ariadne, Dionysos and the Mountain Mother. I wrote about the experience here, and back then I described feeling… “a temptation to distract myself with something innocuous, and underlying that… a bubbling up of something terrifying.” 

At the time, I wrote it off as a sort of grief-fueled existential crisis. But I just journaled about it and went ahead with the ritual as planned. 

The next year I went up again to repeat the observance, as I felt it had been quite powerful, especially doing it in the summer with the Corona Borealis overhead. I added to it a bit, and decided to invite the spirit of my husband to join in. (I also did some other work to connect with him before the main ritual.) 

 This time, the feeling of dread was SO strong leading up to it, that I remember recording a video of myself on my phone “just in case” I didn’t make it through to the other side of the ritual. I knew it was a silly thought, but I couldn’t shake it. That ritual turned out to be incredibly powerful - what I feel was an initiation and blessing from the gods upon me and my husband both. 

I will also usually feel holy dread during Anthesteria before my Khoes rites, and sometimes during other festivals like Lenaia. 

So how would I describe holy dread? It’s like a weighted sense of impending and inexplicable doom that directly precedes an important ritual, trial or spiritual work. The level of holy dread can sometimes be correlated with how powerful the ritual turns out to be, but not necessarily. The weight is lifted at some point once the ritual is started. (Or I would assume, if you chose to not go through with it- although I’ve never done that.) 

I’ve experienced holy dread for rituals both indoor in controlled circumstances and outdoors in nature. But it’s only ever been before rituals that have a strong ecstatic element and involve entheogens or altered states of consciousness. However, I don’t think it’s just the knowledge that I’ll be partaking of entheogens that causes the dread. The feeling is distinct from the sort of nervous butterflies or trepidation I’ve experienced before using psychedelics recreationally. It could be something to do with the ecstatic element - the knowing that I will be giving up some measure of control and putting myself in the hands of the gods and spirits.  

When I experienced it most recently a couple weeks ago, I was by now very acquainted with the feeling, but it STILL completely bowled me over. It was so pronounced, that I was genuinely concerned for my well-being.  That’s how intense it was. I kept thinking, what if this was actual intuition this time, warning me to stop? What if this was in fact a bad idea? Were the gods trying to tell me to stop before I even started? 

So of course, discernment comes in really handy here. In this case, I performed some divination and got the green light. I also recorded a video of myself on my phone again, which is weirdly soothing. It puts a light/mirror to your own fears, and it pacifies the thinking-mind to say things out loud and put it “on record”. 


Note: When I googled “holy dread”, I re-discovered that it’s a phrase in Coleridge’s “Kubla Khan”. It’s a poem I’ve been familiar with since my teenage years so perhaps that’s where my subconscious mind grabbed it from. Apparently it's also the title of an appropriately atmospheric track from The Fountain soundtrack (one of my favorite films) - so I figured I’ll share that here: