#hellenic godess

J'ai remercié Perséphone et ai honoré le lien qui m'unit à elle, je l'ai reconnue comme ma divinité tutélaire, et l'ai acceptée pleinement dans ma vie.

Nous avons aussi célébré Hestia, Déméter, Hekate, Ploutôn et Hermès Khtonios et Psukhopompos.

Sous les hêtres et les sapins, sur l'humus riche du sol forestier , nous avons célébré et rendu hommage. L'encens s'est élevé, les libations versées et les offrandes mises en terre.

J'ai rejoué des moments du mythe, ressenti au fond du moi des émotions ensevelies. Une peur révérencieuse m'a accompagnée. Des images étranges et nettes se sont dessinées. J'étais entourée, veillée. Des regards se sont, je crois, tournés vers moi.

Avec reconnaissance, dévotion et hospitalité, nous avons clos le rituel.

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The first Sunday after the fall equinox was a very important celebration for me. It wasn't perfect, of course, but I tried to make it as beautiful and meaningful as possible. I wasn't alone, but well accompanied in carrying out this ritual.

I thanked Persephone and honored the bond that unites me to her, recognizing her as my tutelary deity and fully accepting her into my life.

We also celebrated Hestia, Demeter, Hekate, Pluto, Hermes Khthonios, and Psukhopompos.

Under the beech and fir trees, on the rich humus of the forest floor, we celebrated and paid homage. Incense rose, libations were poured, and offerings were placed in the earth.

I reenacted moments from the myths, feeling buried emotions deep within me. A reverential fear accompanied me. Strange and clear images emerged. I was surrounded, watched over. I believe that eyes were turned toward me.

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O, Phersephassa, Persephoneïa, Perséphonê!

Your name has the dry, warm scent of sun-ripened wheat, and your breath the sweetness of young, green shoots.

Your delicate feet, with nimble ankles accustomed to the dance, exude the same freshness as the dew of dawn.

Your skin recalls the corollas of irises and hyacinths.

Your hair sinuates and crackles with darkness like the Styx or the black horses of the Illustrious Haïdès' chariot.

Your lips sparkle with the translucent redness of pomegranate seeds.

Your eyelids flutter like poplar leaves stirred by the wind.

Your eyes shimmer with the coppery gleam of saffron.

Though torn from the meadows bathed in flowers and greens with solar reflections, you are one with the Earth, above and below.

O thea, you reconcile opposites, you who are life and death, summer and winter, light and darkness, fertility and sterility, youth and maturity, sovereignty and powerlessness, power and compromise, peak and decline, blossom and putrefaction, nurture and die, you teach us that all is cyclicity, impermanence, change and renewal, in perpetual motion.

O thea, you teach us that nothing in the universe exists alone, but always in relationship, as you are with Demeter, your illustrious mother, and Haides, your illustrious husband. Power weaves and unfolds in connection with things and beings.