#hellenic prayer

Hypnos of those tossing and turning in bed,

Hypnos of 3am cigarettes.

Hypnos of the sleepy,

Hypnos of the constantly tired,

Hypnos of those who try to escape their reality in their sleep.

Hypnos of the sleeping pills,

Hypnos of the meds that cause insomnia as a side effect,

Hearken, You Gods holding the helm of holy Wisdom, Who, having kindled an upward-leading fire, draw to the immortals human souls, Who leave the dark hole behind, purified by the secret initiations of the Hymns. Hearken, Great Saviors, and grant me from very divine books pure light, Scattering the mist, so that I know well an Immortal God from a man; That a daemon, doing cruel things, may not hold me forever submerged in the streams of forgetfulness, while I am far away from the Blessed Ones, That a chilling Penalty may not bind my soul with the fetters of life, which, fallen into the waves of cold becoming, does not want to wander all too long. But, O Gods, leaders towards bright-shining wisdom, Hearken and reveal to me, while hurrying to the upward leading track, the secret rites and initiations of the holy words.

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Lady Athene, 

Dearest daughter of Ever-Intelligent Metis and Thundering Zeus,

She, whose graceful hands both guide me across the clay and stolidly draw the bloodstained spear. 

You shout the most deafening of war cries yet utter the most delicate of counsel. 

Goddess, who leads her followers whilst also standing beside each, I praise you. 

For I am shielded by your aegis in my hardships, assisted by the strike of your sword in my words, and comforted by your presence in my worship. 

I thank you, Gracious Athene, for my adoration and gratitude to you knows no bounds. Oh glorious goddess, as always and for forever, I praise and honor you. 

Praise be Most-Knowledgeable Athene!

O Ariadne, divine Mistress of the Labyrinth,

Queen of corners and that which lies behind them,

She who keeps us spry with new things to be found beyond each twist and turn,

You were rescued and wed by the noble Dionysus,

Crowned with stars and oxen horns,

Radiant as the constellations that now adorn your head,

Running wildly across the vineyards with your new spouse,

Laughing in the face of those who so foolishly abandoned you. 

Ariadne, half-sister of the minotaur,

You take the abused into your arms,

Those who are lost in labyrinths of their own,

And you guide them through with red thread,

Showing them the way to their salvation with your gentle, honey-sweet words.

O Ariadne, most fair, wife of the wild Dionysus,

You are a sight to behold, 

And all mortals who feel your embrace are very blessed indeed;

Lead us through the dark, through our own paths of uncertainty,

Through the great and twisting maze we call life,

With your ball of thread and a kind heart.

Ariadne, I praise you, 

O divine mortal who has reached Olympus!

Hear, great Hypnos, sacred Lord of sleep, powerful son of the Night and twin brother of Death. Mighty are you, who brings peaceful slumber to Gods and mortals alike. I call to you, who soothes the heart and calms the wild. You, who grants the troubled mind a touch of peace. Please hear my prayers and accept my offerings to you in gratitude for your blessings. May you bless me with calm slumber and sacred dreams.

Beloved Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty.

I call upon your divine presence to fill my life with your loving light.

Surround me with loving energy and help me see the beauty in every moment and in every person I meet.

May your divine presence infuse my life with the beauty and love that you embody,

An insomniac's prayer