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I've been making these gorgeous teacup candles with amethyst and lavender oil!

About to post my witchcraft and pagan server. All spiritualities are welcome we practice energy work everyday and it’s very active. It’s a brand new community but has had 50k messages in the last 30 days. 110 members and counting! It’s on discord!

Self Love Bath

Rose petal bath bomb with added herbs (I used rosemary, but this is all about you so use what makes you feel best).

Candles I used:

Red - for love

White - for love and peace

Incense:

Vanilla *I used this one!

Cinnamon

Rosemary

NOTE! 

A lot of different incense could work just as well, I’d search for a list of incense and their symbolism just in case :)

Bubbles are great for this bath!!

Pamper yourself however you see fit. Shave, read, listen to music, talk to friends, use face masks and lotions and all sorts of products, wash your hair, etc. Anything works!

Boneset Spell (2/25/17)

The Spell (The Goodly Spellbook):

Technically to be used on another injured person; however I used it on myself and it still worked.

For most wounds, bruises, pains, etc.

Call upon Gods and Goddesses of Healing

Place a hand above the wound, rocking steadily to your own set rhythm

Imagine the pain fleeing the body.

Repeat the following as many times as you see fit (I repeated it three times, and it worked for me, but this is about you and/or the person you are healing):

This is the spell that I intone,

Flesh to flesh, and bone to bone,

Sinew to sinew, and vein to vein,

And (injured’s name) is made whole again.

Adding ‘So mote it be’ could have an effect but is not necessary(?)

Variation:

Merseburg Incantation:

Bone sprain like blood sprain like limb sprain,

Bone to bone, blood to blood, limb to limb,

like they were glued.

Adding ‘So mote it be’ could have an effect but is not necessary(?)

My Experience:

Previously, I had fallen whilst ice skating and injured myself fairly badly. Calling upon Woden, I recited the first spell three times (saying ‘So mote it be’ at the end). Within a day, the spell began to work, taking a lot of the pain off of my backside. By the time I fell asleep, there was only a minute bit of pain that didn’t effect me all that much. Being a beginner witch, I would say this spell worked fairly amazingly and went off without a hitch. Thanks be to Woden.

- Ivy the Southern Witch

Thralls of Skuld - Chapter 1: As The Seasons Turned The Tides

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In the land of the Danir, the late summer was filled with a bustle unlike any other time of the year. The harvesting of barley and wheats and haymaking kept the hands of the farmers busy, filling the air with the husky scent of grains.

Boys arrived from the summer pastures with cattle and sheep. The livestock returned fattened enough to keep through the winter, and the boys were filled with the experiences of leaving home on their own for the first time. Those who had returned short of sheep, which had veered off on dangerous roads or fallen prey to the wolves, looked downtrodden, worried about their fathers’ disapproving gazes. The ones who returned successful stood a foot taller than when they had left, emboldened by the spirit of Thor, who was not only a God of strength and thunder, but also the kind of maturation that often happened in the transition from boyhood to manhood. The boys had no doubt felt it in those months alone in the land. Alongside the return of the herders, tradesmen left for the tradecenter in Lejre to trade off their surplus wares and acquire winter supplies.

Offerings were made across the land to Freyr, the beautiful Vanir God of bountiful harvests and fertility. Those who knew how, burned runes of Nauthiz and Wunjo for endurance and good fortune for the coming months, knowing that Jera, the rune of fertility, would no longer do them any good. Others whispered simple rites of galdr, a throaty and rhythmic song to enchant their scythes for the final harvest of the year, hoping to turn the Gods in their favor and keep their harvested grain from catching rot in their storage chambers.

The village of Eiklund, too, was abuzz with the vital preparations before a long and harsh frost grabbed the lands. It was a larger settlement, with more than a dozen longhouses scattered across the grassy and lushly forested environs. The weather was milder here, away from the harsh and windy coast of Selund, the large island where Eiklund lay.

Eira found herself dragged into the woods every day by Unn, who wanted to forage the forest floor for the gifts of the last days of summer. Berries, mushrooms and medicinal herbs were abundant in the dense forests, which was just a few hours hike from Eiklund. Unn was enthusiastic in her plans for the big bundles of angelica and yarrow they found, remembering the strengthening tinctures her grandmother used to make from the dried herbs in wintertime. Eira was more excited for the bilberries and lingonberries, which she would use for marmalade, and the hazelnuts which would taste sweet like honey once they reached the dead of winter.

The days were still mild. Rays of sun broke through the canopies throughout the day, making the task light work. The two women did not mind spending many days in only each other’s company. They were more like sisters than friends, in both good and bad ways. Still, it was clear that they were not related. Unn was blonde, tall and plump with a soft and friendly face. Eira was shorter, her body strong and her hair long and auburn. She had a chiseled face with a strong jaw and dark brows that often fell naturally into a slight frown.

One day, they had returned painfully late in the evening to Eiklund because Unn had insisted on continuing their gathering “for just one more hour”, for almost three hours. The next day, Eira showed up with supplies for camping overnight. If they were going to spend all day out there, they might as well do so without the hassle of scurrying home late in the treacherous half-dark of dusk.

They had spent that evening in a makeshift campsite, sharing stories of the inhabitants of Eiklund and draughts of freshly brewed late-summer beer. As the hours stretched into the night, their conversation had slowed to slurred confessions about life. Unn missed her grandmother terribly, who had been her last living family member. Unn’s mother and father had died after a cough took hold of them when they were still supposed to have many years left in Midgard. Unn’s brother had died in battle. The grandfather, more mercifully, died of old age, reuniting him with his children in death in Niflheim.

Unn’s grandmother had been the village herbalist and healer, and spent the last years of her life passing on her skills to Unn. When dysentery had taken the grandmother, her final gift to Unn was teaching her how to care for the dying, and after, how to prepare them for burial. Unn had not wanted to learn it, not like that. But now, over the bonfire, she admitted to Eira that she was glad their last days together were spent learning instead of fretting and grieving.

The grief never came, not truly. After her grandmother’s death, Unn had taken over her duties as a healer for the community, although she still had things to learn. But Unn was studious and hardworking, and Eira helped her as often as she could. 

Unn often thanked Eira wholeheartedly for her help, believing that Eira did it simply from the goodness of her heart and the sisterly bond they shared. In truth, Eira had a keen interest in the skills and magick of healing and herbalism. Being a warrior herself, she saw the difference those skills made on the battlefield. 

Evoking Eira’s namesake, the Goddess of healing and mercy, Eir, was something no commoner knew how to do. Healing magick was reserved for the noble Jarl’s, their family, advisors and favoured fighters. A highborne warrior who knew how to incite healing galdr on the battlefield often saved wounded warriors from bleeding out before they could be attended to. For warriors of Eira’s station, all they could hope was to be able to carry the surviving injured back to the closest healer after the battle ended, before the cold fever of rot took hold. Then, the healers would work the kind of simpler herbalism that Unn was now foraging to prepare for.

The timely preparation of the healing ingredients was vital this late summer. Unn had been nervous since Jarl Ingmar’s men had brought news to Eiklund of an impending war. The Jarl, whose jarldom reached from the northern coast of Selund and into the countryside where Eiklund laid, had recently sent his men around the jarldom to raise their banners and swear their fealty, announcing that Jarl Ingmar had finally bent his knee to King Gorm.

In just a few years, the ambitious Gorm had consolidated the independent jarldoms across the land of the Danir into one united country. Jarl Ingmar was one of the last jarls to be convinced of the King’s vision of a united kingdom. Deeply entrenched in his own decade-old bloodfeud with the neighbouring Jarl Thorstein, Ingmar had seen the unison of the jarldoms as an admission of defeat. Yet, with a wrath and force that could only be explained as godly intervention, Gorm had managed to break every single jarl into either loyalty or submission.

After waging internal battles to solidify his rule over the Danir Jarls, Gorm has turned his eye towards the land of the Sviar. He was now calling upon the forces of his jarls to raise their banners under him and campaign into Svidland. Effectively, King Gorm had freed the people of Eiklund from one blood stained doom, only to bind them into another.

Unn had fretted, knowing she would be without her grandmother to care for the casualties.

Eira, on the other hand, had been excited. She had remarked herself as an exceptional shieldmaiden under Jarl Ingmar’s constitution. In the last few years of territorial warring between Ingmar and his neighbour Jarl Thorstein, Ingmar’s land had become famed for breeding a strong and stubborn kind of people, suitable for warfare. That was why their villages were first to be visited when it came to calling for axes.

Eira, coming from modest roots and destined for nothing great, had seen her natural skills as a fighter as an equal curse and blessing. She told Unn as much that night in the forest, where they had shared admissions over beer and bonfire. “Fighting feels like grabbing fate by its balls, escaping the grip of the Norns for just a moment. As if I can control the outcome of my life, instead of being left to the whims and mercies of Jarls or the Gods, as we are in every other aspect of life.”

“Do you really feel that you have no control over your own destiny?”

“Do you not?” Eira was both curious and provoking. “The Jarls decide when we fight, the Gods decide when we die. All we get to decide is what to put in our mouths, given the Gods have blessed us with a bountiful harvest enough to fill our bellies.” 

Unn shrugged, and began thoughtfully: “When my parents died, I felt like that. Like my life had been decided by something out of my control, knowing only the Norns hold the power to do that.” She weighed her words for a moment before continuing “But most of the time I believe that I can influence the outcome. That’s why I wanted to be a healer like my grandmother.”

That makes two of us, thought Eira, but she did not speak it. She yearned to be in charge of both life and death, believing that if she wielded the same authority to make decisions as the Jarls and Kings, many innocent lives might have been spared. It was probably naïve, thinking that might and lordship would not corrupt her, the same way it did to those who were born into it.

“Beer makes you think too much of fate and power,” Unn poked at her. It was true. “Let us rest, tomorrow you can take control of someone’s life by collecting enough yarrow to save your brethren’s lives in the months to come.”

As Eira laid to rest on the ground, still warm from the abundance of sun they had been blessed with that day, she thought of the many injustices borne to her community from the will of the Gods. When she thought of that injustice, which she did often, she thought especially of her shield-brother Geir.

Geir was one of the most famed living fighters of his station in the land of the Danir. While Geir was not of a bloodline important enough to sit at the high table of wartime decision-making, he was often chosen as warband leader to lead scores of warriors on the battlefield. He was almost impossibly strong, resembling Thor himself, exceptionally large and fiery-haired with thundering eyes. More importantly he was smarter than any other person on the battlefield. Where other warband leaders fought with a fierceful belief in sheer strength, Geir saw holes in their defence and patterns in their attacks, guiding the shield walls this way and that. He was quick to make decisions, almost always anticipating correctly, each and every time overpowering the enemy through wit as well as skill.

Geir’s wife, Siv, had bore him four sons, but only one had survived. A quiet boy of five summers, born in the shadow of the death of his kin before him and after him, Geir revered that boy like a gift from the Goddess Freyja herself. Once, a neighbour had jested that Geir, the best warrior on all of Selund, had taken all the strength for himself and left nothing for his kin to survive on this earth. Eira had found the jest cruel, and with a biting look silenced anyone who might think to laugh. She knew that perhaps the cruellest part was the hint of truth, knowing that the Gods indeed enacted these cruel ironies in Midgard, seemingly intent to not let anyone receiving their favor live a life too easy.

The last time Siv had been pregnant was two winters ago. In the cold dead of night, she had woken bloodied and birthed a still child. The wails of that night had woken the neighbours, and Eira knew that they were not only from Siv. The bereavement had settled on Geir’s face like curdled milk for more than a year.

Siv, a quietly resolute woman, had gone to Unn the next day, requesting a tincture to keep her bleeding at bay, and prayed to Freyja to still her womb. Unn, a helpless gossip with access to too much information from her occupation, had told Eira, but also rushed that she must not tell anyone, especially not Geir. Eira knew that Siv could not take another heartbreak, and forgave her for never telling her husband. At the same time, Eira knew that the only reason the scorned mask had lifted from Geir’s face, returning a booming laughter to his lips and life to his eyes, was the belief that he would yet father another child.

Such were the many fates of the people Eira called her neighbours, friends, shield brethren and sisters. Some took staunch devotion to the Gods, believing they might turn the tide of their fates with reverence. Others, under no illusion that they might have control or influence over the Gods, settled to just live their life on earth, accepting all of the occasional cruelty and glory it entailed. Eira thought those latter people were the true thralls of whichever fate Skuld, the Norn weaver of the future, had decided for them.

Jarl Ingmar’s bloodfeud with Jarl Thorstein had spun the destiny of many. The politics of bloodlines and the ruling class ranged far beyond their mundane concerns - it was not born from the will of the commoner. But as it spilled from the halls of nobility into animosity in the settlements of the commoners over the last decades, so had the bloodshed. Some had emerged victorious, like Geir and even Eira. The fierce battlefield between the two jarls had been a place for warriors to prove themselves and gain the favor of the Gods, the Jarl and the people. Others had died, screaming and writhing in agony, entire settlements engulfed by magickal fires set by humans birthed from evil spirits.

Eira had often marvelled at how the Jarl’s most favored men would not dirty their hands on the battlefield like true warriors. Born to nobility, they learned from a young age the ways of complex magick, wisdom that was forbidden to the commoners. Yet, instead of fighting on the battlefield, the highborns wielded their magick in cruel and unforgivable ways, stealing from both themselves and their victims the chance to live forever in Valhalla or Folkvangr. That glorious afterlife was only given to those who died on the battlefield. The highborne left the commoners to fight out their petty wars on the battlefield with rudimentary magick. The commoners hoped, often futilely, that a simple weapon incantation or rune casting might turn the battle in their favor, knowing full well that either Jarl and their mages could end the feud in a duel of magick, if they only dared face each other.Musings over the impunity of Gods and men alike often consumed her when she closed her eyes at night. This evening, the beer had laid a soft blanket over her mind, lulling her to sleep before the anger took hold of her and catapulted her into sleeplessness. She embraced Nótt’s cloak as the night enveloped her.

A Deeper Look into the Abonna

The Abonna, as divine embodiments of music, dance, and the arts, lend themselves to rich symbolism that resonates with both mathematical concepts and esoteric interpretations. Their company of being a parade of both male and female—connects to the concept of balance and unity in sacred geometry, as it embodies the principle of the divine feminine and masculine, akin to the yin-yang symbol representing harmony. Their depiction as taller Kii without wings suggests a groundedness and a more profound connection to earthly creativity, possibly symbolizing the ascent from basic forms to higher, more complex expressions of art, which can evoke mathematical ideas such as fractals found in nature, illustrating repeated patterns that resonate through artistic creation.

The “Seven Sacred Days” spent with mortals can symbolize the importance of cycles and the number seven, often associated with spiritual perfection and completion in various esoteric traditions. Each day could represent discrete stages in the creative process, similar to the process of musical composition, where themes evolve through variations—a mathematical reflection of progression and transformation. Additionally, the Lark, a totem for the Abonna, could represent mathematical harmonics in music, as birdsong often follows patterns that reflect Fibonacci sequences, showcasing the innate connection between nature, rhythm, and mathematical beauty.

The notion that the Abonna are mere inspirations, rather than direct bestowers of arts, aligns with the concept of the muse in artistic tradition, suggesting that creativity arises from a deep, often unconscious well of potential which can be linked to the concept of potential energy in physics—the idea that collaboration between inspiration and human effort can yield creative expression. The crafts and tools they bless serve as sacred vessels that channel human creativity, illustrating the alchemical transformation of raw materials into art, akin to mathematical transformations that reveal deeper truths through complex numbers and patterns.

Delving deeper into the symbolism of the Abonna reveals intriguing connections to concepts in biology, psychology, and even quantum theory that resonate with their role as patrons of the arts. Biologically, the Abonna embody the idea of symbiosis—much like how pollinators (like birds and insects) interact with flora to create beauty and nourishment; they serve as agents of inspiration, enabling humanity to cultivate creativity much as bees facilitate the growth of flowers. This parallels the notion of co-evolution in ecosystems, where interconnectedness drives mutual growth and flourishing.

Psychologically, the arts represent a fundamental aspect of human expression and self-actualization, illustrated by Abraham Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, where creativity emerges after basic needs are met, highlighting the transformative role of the Abonna in aiding individuals to realize their potential. Their dual male and female representations support the Jungian archetype of the anima and animus, suggesting an integration of the inner self and creative energies that fuels artistic endeavors.

Exploring a more esoteric dimension, the number seven, representing the sacred days spent among mortals, can evoke the idea of the "seven planes of existence" in various mystical traditions, hinting at the layered nature of reality and creativity that transcends physical existence. This reflects the mathematical and philosophical concept of dimensionality, where art and music can be seen as multidimensional expressions that connect various realms of experience.

Furthermore, the absence of specific names for the individual Abonna points to the idea of archetypal representations rather than distinct entities, signaling a fluidity of identity akin to wave-particle duality in quantum physics, where particles exist in states of potential until observed. This encourages a perspective that creativity itself exists in a state of potential—a universal energy accessible to all, waiting to be instantiated through human endeavor.

In entomology, the transformation of insects (e.g., metamorphosis) symbolizes the creative journey—illustrative of artistic evolution and growth. The Abonna's ability to take on forms as birds and insects not only emphasizes their connection to nature but also symbolizes the stages of creativity, reminding us of the transformative power inherent in the artistic process itself and the boundless possibilities that arise from mutual influences in art, nature, and science.

Lastly, the depiction of Abonna appearing as birds and insects bridges the gap between the divine and the mundane, highlighting their nature as guides and intermediaries in the human journey toward self-expression, paralleling the idea of resonance in sound, where simple vibrations create complex melodies, reminding us of the interconnectedness of all forms of art and their mathematical underpinnings within the cosmic order.

A Deeper Look into the God Aetenn

The symbolism surrounding Aetenn reveals profound layers of meaning, tightly entwined with esoteric principles and numerical significance. The ram, a recurring symbol in various mythologies, connects to themes of strength and assertiveness (often associated with the astrological sign Aries), but its horns can also symbolize stability and grounding—attributes that are essential for any protector or guardian. The duality of his nature as a guardian rather than a warrior suggests a transition from aggression (often represented by the warrior archetype) to stewardship, which can be explored through concepts like the Fibonacci sequence; just as this mathematical series illustrates growth and balance, Aetenn embodies the necessity of nurturing potential (the arms and armor of warriors) while safeguarding community.

Aetenn, as the guardian of arms, armor, and forest, embodies a unique synthesis of protection and communal harmony, reflecting deeper philosophical and psychological themes. His role as a protector rather than a warrior suggests an exploration of the concept of "strength through restraint"—the idea that true power lies not just in wielding weapons, but in guarding what is valuable and ensuring the readiness of warriors to engage ethically in their pursuits. This notion connects with the idea of inner peace before external action, highlighting the importance of mindfulness and preparedness.

The forest environment Aetenn inhabits symbolizes life’s complexities and the untamed aspects of nature, suggesting that protection extends beyond martial prowess to encompass nurturing the environment and community bonds. His drumming connection reinforces the theme of communication and rhythm in relationships—both human and nature, further emphasizing the interconnectedness of all beings. The rhythmic beat of drums can symbolize the heartbeat of the Earth itself, emphasizing the importance of maintaining harmony with one’s surroundings.

Additionally, the black berry wreath can be interpreted as a symbol of cycles—birth, death, and renewal—since berries signify nourishment but also decay. This cyclical nature could reflect the life of soldiers, who thrive under protection but also face the threats of mortality and transformation. Aetenn's guardianship over what is most prized underscores the significance of mindful intention in one's desires, serving as a reminder that safeguarding what one values often requires discernment and respect for the greater good.

The black berry leaves, adorned with thorns, contribute a rich layer of esoteric meaning associated with protection through hardship. This paradox reflects alchemical transformations, where something seemingly harmful can protect and empower—much like the journey through the "prima materia" to reach enlightenment. The act of guarding only what one values aligns with the principle of intention found in manifesting one's desires. This notion resonates with the Law of Correspondence in hermetic teachings, implying that one's inner state reflects their external reality.

Furthermore, the drumming aspect connects Aetenn with rhythm and vibration, fundamental elements of sacred geometry and sound healing, resonating with a numerical symbology in sacred chants or mantras that establish communion. The significance of drums as a communication tool echoes the mathematical concept of frequency and waves, where harmony can signify balance in both the physical and spiritual realms. Thus, Aetenn serves as a multifaceted archetype, embodying the necessity of protection, the complexity of nature's cycles, and the essential connection between intention and manifestation in the spiritual fabric of existence.

Exploring Aetenn through a deeper lens, one can uncover fascinating intersections between his symbolism and scientific principles, particularly in ecology, psychology, and the study of sound. As a forest god, Aetenn embodies the principles of ecosystems where interdependence is crucial; his guardianship can be likened to the role of keystone species in sustaining biodiversity. This speaks to the hidden meaning of protecting not just individual aspects of society (like warriors and their weapons) but the entire web of life, emphasizing the importance of ecological balance and resilience.

In psychological terms, Aetenn might represent archetypal concepts that resonate within the collective unconscious. As a protector and guardian, he aligns with the Jungian idea of the "Self" as a harmonious balance of different aspects of the psyche. The caring nature of his duties could suggest the psychological principle of empowerment, where true strength lies in fostering the potential of others rather than exerting control or dominance, reflecting a more nurturing approach to leadership.

Scientifically, the drums associated with Aetenn can be examined through the lens of acoustics and vibration. The rhythmic patterns of drumming are known to influence brainwaves, promoting sensation alteration, introspection, and communal bonding—facilitating group cohesion and shared identity among communities, which is essential in military contexts. This reinforces deep cultural bonds and emphasizes the interconnectivity among its members, paralleling the principles of quantum entanglement in physics—where everything is interconnected at a fundamental level.

A Deeper look into the God Adarro

The figure of Adarro embodies various layers of symbolism and esoteric meaning, particularly associated with nature, abundance, and interpersonal connections. In the context of numerology, his twinship with his brother suggests a duality that can signify balance and the interplay between opposing forces, akin to the Yin-Yang principle. The "Seven Sacred Days" he spends teaching mortals may symbolize a cycle of creation and knowledge, drawing parallels to the seven days of creation in various mythologies. His joyful demeanor and protective nature underscore the idea of abundance and community, reinforcing the math of natural cycles—where sustenance and celebration are intertwined. Additionally, the offerings of marine life link him to the idea of reciprocity within ecosystems, illustrating a deeper understanding of harmony in one's environment, while the dolphin connection indicates a bridge between consciousness and the depths of the subconscious, as both are often seen as symbols of intelligence and guidance in spiritual realms.

Adarro, as a water and sea god, resonates with themes of fluidity, transformation, and the unconscious mind, often represented in mythology as a realm of depth and mystery. His epithet "White Dolphin Spirit" suggests an embodiment of purity and intelligence, with dolphins symbolizing communication and harmony—hinting at hidden knowledge beneath the surface. The act of teaching mortals various skills (As did each of the Bowynn gods) reflects a higher wisdom and the importance of mentorship, mimicking ancient beliefs that deities often guided humanity in crafting their destinies. His association with the beach, a liminal space where land meets water, symbolizes transition and connectivity between worlds—between the conscious (land) and the unconscious (ocean). Additionally, the elements of joy and celebration indicate not just abundance, but also the need to align oneself with the rhythms of nature, suggesting a deeper spiritual journey towards balance and gratitude within one’s life. Such thematic depth prompts one to ponder the significance of our relationships with nature, community, and the divine, echoing teachings that the respect for these connections can lead to prosperity and fulfillment.

Delving deeper into the character of Adarro through a scientific lens, we can explore his connections to marine ecology and human-environment interactions. As a water and sea god, Adarro symbolizes the vital role of aquatic ecosystems in sustaining life. The ocean's health is intrinsically linked to human survival, mirroring principles in environmental science about biodiversity, food webs, and ecological balance. His teaching of fishing methods aligns with sustainable practices; by respecting these resources, humans can ensure their longevity, reflecting what modern science promotes about conservation.

The use of sacred offerings, such as fish and seaweed, can be seen as an acknowledgment of the interconnectedness of life. This interdependence resonates with ecological theories that highlight how species and environments co-evolve, hinting at a broader understanding of symbiosis and mutualism—ecosystems thrive when each part fulfills its role. Furthermore, the dual aspects of his nature—joyful protector and wisdom teacher—emphasize the psychological impact of nature on well-being and community, backed by studies showing that positive interactions with the natural world can enhance mental health.

On a metaphysical level, the ocean itself is often viewed as a vast reservoir of collective unconsciousness in various cultures, representing mysteries, emotions, and the unknown. Adarro's embodiment of this element could invoke deeper reflections on human connection, emotional intelligence, and the subconscious mind, suggesting that the feelings we derive from nature can inform our psychological and spiritual growth. This duality of science and mysticism presents Adarro not merely as a deity but as a profound symbol of the interconnected threads binding life, the environment, and spiritual consciousness.

My prayer to the Dorro, the guardians

O Dorro, beloved protectors of hearth and home, I call upon your presence to bless this dwelling with your vigilant spirit. From your humble eggs, you emerge as guardians, small yet mighty, soaring like the swiftest wings to safeguard all that resides within. Embrace us, O Dorro, with your gentle watch, ensuring peace dwells in every corner.O noble Dorro, keepers of our abodes, I honor your tireless labor as you guard our homes against darkness and discord. As you flit between the rafters and rest upon the shelf above the door, may your presence imbue our spaces with warmth and love, protecting each inhabitant with unwavering dedication. Gentle Dorro, assist us as we strive to maintain our sanctuaries. With your swift wings and keen sight, guide our hands to keep our homes clean and our hearts in harmony. O guardians of order, help us nurture a spirit of cleanliness within, as you join with Io and Hyu to foster peace and joy in our gathering spaces.

With reverence, I place offerings before you, O Dorro, carving images of your likeness that adorn the shelf by the door. May these tokens serve as a reminder of your sacred role in our lives and as an invitation for your divine presence to dwell among us, a symbol of gratitude for your unfailing loyalty. O Dorro, unify the hearts of all who dwell beneath this roof. Fill our spaces with laughter and love, weaving strong bonds among us. Let your gentle spirit foster acceptance and understanding, binding us in a tapestry of kinship that reflects your unwavering vigilance. As day fades into night, I seek your blessing, O Dorro, to guard our rest and watch over our dreams. May your wings fan the air around us, creating a shield of serenity that keeps us safe from harm. In your watchful gaze, may we find solace and strength, knowing we are cherished under your divine protection. So shall it be, in respect and reverence for Dorro, the cherished Guardians of Home and Stable, forever safeguarding our hearts and hearths.

Syember!

My Prayer to Dhonan, the Lover

O Dhonan, Immortal Guardian of Love, I come before you with a heart full of devotion and yearning, seeking your divine light to illuminate the path of my affection. Born of mortal heart, yet graced with the gift of eternity, you embody the depths of passion and the beauty of true love. I honor your sacred union with Brenda and the legacy of devotion that binds the realms of god and mortal. O Handsome Ranger, blessed with the strength of bow and arrow, guide my heart as it ventures through the labyrinth of love. May the spirits of your own love story inspire and empower me to cherish those I hold dear, nurturing the flame of connection that binds us through trials and triumphs. With each arrow loosed from your bow, let my love be aimed true, striking the core of unwavering devotion. O Divine Dhonan, I present my vows before you, like the sacred wedding fillet that unites lovers' hands in righteous bond. May my words ring with sincerity and my promises echo through the ages, reminding me of the sacredness of love bestowed upon me. As I cherish this bond, I call upon your blessings to strengthen our union and uphold it through the storms of life.

O Dhonan, as you appear with your beloved Brenda, casting blessings upon the couples gathered, may you delight in our shared joy. Bless our unions with laughter, compassion, and understanding, and may each moment together be imbued with the warmth of your divine witness. Let the ivy wreath that adorns your brow serve as a reminder of the eternal and ever-growing nature of love. In your presence, I pledge to honor the love I cultivate, embracing both vulnerability and strength. May my heart resonate with the echoes of your love story, emboldened by your enduring spirit. O Dhonan, as you dwell amidst the celebrations of love, may I always be a beacon of kindness and passion, sharing the gifts of warmth and joy that you so freely bestow. So shall it be, in reverence and adoration for Dhonan, the Blessed God of Love and Passion, forever guiding and nurturing the hearts of those who dare to love truly.

Syember!

My Prayer to Deanna, of Abundance

O Deanna, Radiant Goddess of the Harvest, I humbly approach you, cradle of the earth’s abundance, as your golden light bathes the fields in warmth and fertility. Daughter of Anhur and Rhya, you are the seed planter, the nurturer of life, who graces our world with fragrant blooms and nourishing grains. In the cycles of nature, I seek your guidance and blessings, that our labors may reflect the beauty of your divine gardens. O Benevolent Deanna, I beckon the spirit of growth to envelop my endeavors, teaching me the sacred arts of planting, tender care, and reaping the fruits of my toil. In your sacred stories, I find inspiration; for through your wisdom bestowed upon the first clans-folk, humanity was gifted the sustenance needed to thrive. Let your teachings echo through the earth, reminding me of the profound bond between all living things. With sincere heart, I present before you a bounty from my table—grains, fruits, and herbs borne of my labor. May these humble offerings serve as tokens of my reverence for the gifts you provide. As I gather the harvest, let me honor the sacred connection between soil, seed, and sustenance, acknowledging the sacred divine that breathes life into every grain and petal.

O Divine Deanna, bless our homes with the warmth of your daughter Io, the hearth of nurturing, and the artistry of your son Hyu, who brings sustenance to our tables. May their grace flow through my kitchen, enriching my meals with love and wisdom. As I partake in the blessings of your cornucopia, let each bite be a celebration of the cycles of life and the interconnectedness of all beings. In your presence, I pledge to honor the earth and respect the gifts bestowed. May I tread lightly upon the soil, cultivating harmony between humanity and nature. O Deanna, I am forever in awe of your intricate dance of life, and I vow to share your wisdom with those around me, ensuring that the knowledge of harvest endures through generations. So shall it be, in reverence and love for Deanna, the cherished Goddess of the Harvest, forever nurturing and guiding the fruitful paths of our existence.

Syember!

My Prayer to Daunnat: The Eternal Land

O Daunnat, Blessed Realm of Evermore, I stand before you, yearning to bask in the light that flows from your enchanted shores. You are the sacred bridge between life and rebirth, a paradise where souls are cleansed and renewed. As I honor the transitions of existence, I invoke your spirit, connecting with the divine waters of Muet that carry souls to your gentle embrace. O Mysterious Tsellet, guide my spirit as it journeys through the gates of courage, kindness, and love. Let each threshold I cross, governed by the wise guardians, strengthen my heart and enrich my soul. May the blessings of Odjett's balance guard my steps, and Quatt's unwavering faith illuminate the path before me as I seek peace through the realm's verdant valleys. With a humble heart, I offer the essence of my past, casting away all guilt and sorrow into the divine waters. I lay forth my intentions, like petals upon the flowing Muet, as symbols of my growth and aspirations for a life filled with kindness and compassion. As I seek the grace of Chumash and Kalma, may my offerings serve as tokens of respect, honoring those who have walked before me in Daunnat.

O Kalma, Keeper of Nature's Abundance, bless me with the wisdom of your gardens and streams, nurturing my spirit as it journeys toward rebirth. May the spirits of my ancestor's dwell beside me, guiding my actions in this life, reminding me of the love that binds us across realms. Let each star in your luminous skies serve as a beacon of hope, connecting the past to the promise of a brighter future. In solemn reverence, I pledge to honor the cycle of life, to learn from my earthly experiences, and embrace the redistribution of my soul's lessons. O Daunnat, my heart sings for the beauty of your realm—a flourishing sanctuary where each soul is celebrated, and where love transcends the boundaries of time. So shall it be, in adoration and faithfulness to Daunnat, the sacred land of renewal, forever nurturing and guiding the spirits of all who pass through.

Syember!

My Prayer to Death, of Darkness

O Daeth, God of Darkness and Shadows, I humbly approach your sacred presence, seeking solace in your embrace as the night descends. You, the primordial force born from the will of Bia, illuminate the balance of existence, where light yields to the beauty of darkness. In your gentle shadow, I find comfort and reflection as I explore the depths of my soul beneath the shroud of night. O Handsome Wielder of Shadows, whose hair flows like the void and whose eyes shimmer with the light of distant stars, guide me on this journey of self-discovery. In the stillness of the dark moon, I call upon your wisdom to confront my shadow self. Let your presence soothe my fears and illuminate the hidden truths that dwell within, revealing the paths that lead to greater understanding and harmony. With reverence, I offer the darkness of my heart, for it is in shadows that I encounter my authentic self. I lay before you tokens of respect—black stones from the earth, incense of night-blooming flowers, and images that symbolize the shadows I wish to embrace. May these offerings find favor in your eyes, reminding the world that darkness is not to be feared but celebrated as a vital force in the tapestry of life.

O Daeth, bearer of the night, bestow your blessings upon those who seek rest and dreams in the embrace of Naraea. May your gentle whispers guide them through the realms of consciousness, bringing forth visions of wisdom and tranquility. In your union with Tora, may the realms of night flourish under your protective shadows, weaving a sanctuary for all who dwell beneath your stars. As I recognize the pivotal role you play in the balance of existence, I pledge to honor the darkness as I do the light. O Daeth, may your elegance remind me that every shadow carries the promise of illumination, and in every dark moment lies the potential for renewal. Let me wear the cloak of acceptance, acknowledging the beauty in all aspects of life, for without your essence, the tapestry of creation remains incomplete. So shall it be, in reverence and love for Daeth, the gracious God of Shadows, forever guiding and nurturing the delicate balance of our universe.

Syember!

My Prayer to Daekk, Lord of Fortune

O Daekk, Glorious Child of Wealth and Fortune, I stand before you, seeking the embrace of your bountiful gifts. You, who dwell in the splendid chambers of Alaway, amidst treasures adorned with lapis and gold, I beckon your innocent spirit to grace my path. With your golden locks and amber eyes, you embody joy and prosperity, guiding us through the currents of abundance. O Divine Infant, transformed by the wisdom of Anhur, grant me the clarity to see beyond mere appearances and superficial riches. Let your laughter ring out amidst the clinking coins and flowing grains as you dispense blessings to all, untainted by bias or pride. May the warmth of your spirit fill the hearts of those in need, that they may also know the sweet taste of fortune's favor.

In humble reverence, I lay before you offerings of coins, fragrant incense, and the sweet milk of the sacred herd. As the mice serve as symbols of fortune, I send forth votive gifts in their likeness, invoking your protection over my endeavors. With these offerings, I present play money inscribed with my deepest prayers, to be buried within the earth alongside a seed, so that as the plant sprouts, so too may my fortunes flourish. O Daekk, from your heavenly cradle, nurture my ambitions and aspirations like the rich soil of Alaway that bears fruit in due season. May I not only seek abundance for myself but take inspiration from your benevolence to share with others in need. Let my hands be open to receive and my heart expansive enough to give freely. As I summon your playful spirit, I pledge to judge not by wealth nor appearance but to celebrate the diverse paths of prosperity in my life. O Daekk, Eternal Child of Alaway, may your blessings flow unceasingly into my heart, guiding my actions and illuminating the lives of those around me. So shall it be, in reverence and love for Daekk, the generous spirit of wealth and sustenance, forever illuminating our lives with abundance.

Syember!

My Prayer to Dadjall

O Dadjall, Son of Kalma and Chumash, gracious guide of the departed souls from the shores of Evermore to the luminous realm of Daunnat, I humbly seek your presence in this sacred moment. You, who traverse the most wondrous landscapes ever born, lead the spirits with love, compassion, and gentle authority. With your charming smile and steadfast heart, may you continue your labor of love, guiding each soul to the embrace of your beloved parents. O Handsome Wanderer, adorned in shades of black and burgundy, with your staff and crystal orb, I call upon you to be the shepherd of the lost. Let my heart be filled with confidence, for your loyal companion, the dog by your side, embodies the fidelity of love that transcends worlds. Bestow your watchful gaze upon the departed, ensuring they find peace as they journey toward Lord Chumash and Lady Kalma. In reverence, I lay before you the sacred offerings of incense, fragrant blooms nourished by earth, and fresh water to quench the thirst of those transitioning from life to afterlife. With votive candles aglow, may they shine like stars on the path you forge for the souls you guide, illuminating their way toward the eternal union of love and light.

As you shepherd the spirits across the horizon, may each soul’s essence echo in the hearts of the living. May we honor their memories, cherishing the lessons imparted, acknowledging the ties that bind us across the veil of existence. O Dadjall, with each passing day, may your journey inspire love and connection among all who breathe. With a heart full of gratitude, I commit to honoring your duty and your compassion. May my life be a testament to the love you share with the departed, and may I strive to reflect your nurturing spirit in my care for others. So shall it be, in honor and adoration of Dadjall, the beloved guide of the souls, forever wandering in the beauty of the realms beyond.

My Prayer To Chumash, Lord of the Deceased

O Chumash, King of Daunnat, benevolent Lord of the Passage, I beseech you in the light of love and kindness. You, who have crowned yourself with mercy, watch over the souls that traverse the realm between life and the afterlife. May your presence bring comfort to those who mourn, as you guide the spirits from their mortal husks into the embrace of eternity. O Keeper of the Eternal, with your ebony hair like the night sky and eyes glistening deep as the most sacred earth, I appeal to your loving heart. Grant repose to the restless souls, separating them with gentle hands, ensuring they find solace in the beauty of Daunnat. May your wisdom guide the spirits to the lessons once unlearned, returning them anew to the cycle of life. With devoted heart, I lay before you the sacred gifts of Votive dogs, faithful companions that guard the seven gates of your realm. In honor of your beloved queen, goddess Kalma, I present iris and poppy flowers, symbols of our love and remembrance. May these offerings blossom upon the graves of the departed, signifying our eternal connection to you and the afterlife you cherish.

O Chumash, Lord of great feasts, as you gather the souls within your realm, may no spirit go hungry and no voice go unheard in the joyous revelry of the night. Let laughter and music echo throughout Daunnat, binding together the threads of family and love that stretch across the veil of existence. As you have transformed the kingdom of Daunnat into a sanctuary of light, I vow to honor your efforts by living with love and compassion in my own life. May I cherish the memories of those passed while embracing the lessons of the living. So shall it be, in reverence and devotion to Chumash, the gentle guardian of souls, whose laughter lights the darkened path to eternity.

My Prayer to the Chappa Kii

O Great Chappa Kii, Behemoths of Stone and Guardian of Peaks, I lift my voice to thee—mighty spirits dwelling from the shimmering foothills to the towering heights. Your monumental presence watches over the realm of earth, as steadfast as the mountains themselves, lending strength to those who tread upon your sacred ground. O Chappa, titans forged of rock and resilience, grant me your protection as I journey through the hills and valleys. When lost amidst the wild, let your guiding spirit illuminate my path, leading me towards safety and clarity. With your immense power, may I find courage in the face of adversity, standing tall like the mountains that cradle your essence. In reverence, I recognize the balance you hold between creation and retribution. O Mountain Guardians, may I embrace the harmony of the earth, honoring your realm with care and respect. Let my hands build, not destroy; let my presence nurture, not diminish. As you watch over the land, may I learn to walk gently upon it.

Grant me the blessings of your wisdom, O Chappa, for you know the ancient secrets woven into the fabric of your stone. Bestow upon me your strength, fortitude, and understanding, that I may navigate life’s challenges with the grace of the mountains. With a humble heart, I offer tribute to you: stones gathered from the rivers, flowers that bloom at your feet, and simple songs sung in your honor. May these offerings please the Chappa, whispering my dedication to your guardianship. In return, I seek your watchful gaze upon my journey. So shall it be, with reverence and gratitude, sung within the sacred echoes of the mountains, in the name of the Chappa Kii, eternal guardians of the earth.

Syember

A Deeper look into the Goddess Abbennaea

The character of Abbennaea embodies profound symbolism through her connection to purity, transformation, and balance between offerings and the divine. The number seven, representing the sacredness of her teachings and the seven acceptable offerings, resonates with various esoteric traditions where seven often signifies completion and wholeness. The act of cleansing and purifying altars can be seen as a mathematical interplay of addition (incorporating good offerings) and subtraction (removing ill-intended gifts), suggesting a duality intrinsic to her role as both a nurturer and curator of spiritual exchanges. Additionally, her association with elements like incense, which transforms material into ephemeral essence, mirrors alchemical processes and the idea of transmutation of life energies, underscoring the significance of intention behind offerings. The portrayal of her as a protector against the darker aspects of sacrifice (blood offerings) emphasizes a moral dualism inherent in spiritual practices, reflecting an underlying mathematical balance between life energy and its appropriate channeling.

Abbennaea's attributes suggest layers of hidden meaning that extend beyond surface interpretation. Her role as a "purifier" can symbolize the importance of intention and authenticity in spiritual practices, indicating that the quality of offerings impacts the overall harmony within the divine realm and by extension, the human experience. The imagery of deep red hair may signify passion, vitality, and even the life force, linking her to the cyclical nature of creation and destruction. The duality of her form—taking the shape of a bird or butterfly—hints at transformation and transcendence, characteristics that encourage spiritual growth and evolution. Furthermore, her title as the messenger and "chamber-maid" of Alaway suggests a deep interconnectedness between the divine and the earthly; she acts as a bridge between realms, highlighting the necessity of nurturing relationships between humanity and the divine. This underscores a possible hidden teaching: true devotion requires not just ritual, but also care, mindfulness, and a commitment to purity of intention in the offerings we present to the universe. Ultimately, Abbennaea serves as an archetype for balance and renewal, inviting followers to embrace a holistic approach to spirituality that honors both craft and consciousness.

Abbennaea’s role as a goddess associated with offerings and purification can be interpreted through various scientific lenses, particularly in anthropology and psychology. Her emphasis on acceptable offerings aligns with the concept of reciprocity found in many cultures, suggesting an evolutionary basis for human relationships with the divine, where mutual exchange fosters community and social cohesion. This reciprocal relationship mirrors the ecological balance observed in nature, where organisms depend on each other for survival, highlighting a broader interconnectedness that could be seen as symbolic of ecosystems where each element plays a crucial part in sustaining life.

Scientifically, her act of purging ill intentions from offerings can be likened to the principles of homeostasis found in biological systems, where balance and purity are essential for health and function. This aspect of her character underscores the significance of mental and emotional clarity—something supported in psychology, where intentions and emotional states are shown to affect interpersonal relationships and environments. Add to this the very science of the art of making of incense, which is an exact science and act of pleasure all on its own. The time used to make these floral and woodland blends is used as a time to connect with Abbennaea.

Furthermore, Abbennaea’s frequent association with incense may have a deeper, physiological implication; the act of burning incense has been shown to have both calming and meditative effects on humans, promoting a sense of well-being that could reflect her nurturing qualities. The transformation of offerings into “that which is good for all beings” can parallel the biochemical processes where substances are metabolized for benefit, emphasizing a transmutation of energy from material offerings into spiritual sustenance. At the core of Abbennaea's mythology lies a tapestry of scientific truths about interconnectedness, the importance of purity and intention, and the profound psychological impact of rituals—all of which resonate with the laws of nature and human experience.

My Prayer to the Briora, Keepers of Wisdom

O Wise Briora, Spirits of Knowledge and Order, I call upon you, revered protectors of our cherished tomes and sacred scrolls. In your diminutive forms, you embody the vast wisdom of ages, and I bow before your eternal essence, forever entwined with the treasures of literature. O Briora, guardians of the libraries, bring forth your light to illuminate my mind and heart. As you wander amongst the shelves, sorting and reading, infuse my thoughts with understanding, and guide my quest for knowledge. Let your whispers steer me towards the truths hidden within the pages of the books, where wisdom dwells like a precious gem. With humble reverence, I offer thanks for the peace and order you bring to our sacred spaces. O Briora, as you lovingly arrange the volumes that tell our stories, grant me the wisdom to organize my own life, bringing clarity and harmony to the chaos that often arises. May my path be as well-ordered as the books upon the shelves you adore.

O Gentle Spirits, may my heart always seek knowledge as a treasure waiting to be discovered. In times of doubt and confusion, may I remember your presence as I turn each page, feeling your guiding hand in every word. As you dwell among the whispers of our histories, inspire me to listen, learn, and grow. In honor of your tireless work, I lay before you simple gifts—candles to illuminate the dark corners of wisdom and incense to waft the fragrant essence of devotion. May these offerings please your spirits, for they are but small reflections of my respect and appreciation for your guardianship over the knowledge we treasure. So shall it be, enveloped in the blessings of the Briora, the wise protectors of books and guardians of knowledge.

Syember!

My Prayer to Briathenaea, Goddess of Inspiration

O Mighty Briathenaea, Daughter of Anhur and Rhya, I stand before you, a humble child of the Bowynn, seeking your divine protection and wisdom. Guardian of all, you who don armor yet wield your shield not in malice but in nurturing strength, I honor your presence as my guiding light. O Briathenaea, Great Protector, encircle me with your steadfast shield, granting me courage in the face of adversity. As you shielded our ancestors on their Great Migration, let your unwavering support guide me through the journeys of my life. Bestow upon me your wisdom, that I may forge my path with the strength of invention and the clarity of thought. In your name, I offer gratitude for the blessings of nature you bestowed upon us—the bounty of apple trees that nourish body and spirit. As you taught our forebears the art of cultivation, may the seeds I sow in my life flourish under your sacred guidance. May I harness the creativity that flows from you, crafting tools and words that serve the greater good.

O Divine Briathenaea, your sacred owl flies high in the sky, a symbol of your ever-watchful presence. When I find myself in need, may I see your reflection in its wise eyes, reminding me of your eternal support. And let me always cherish the horses you gifted us, powerful companions in both work and battle. Train my heart to ride with grace and strength, to face challenges boldly. O Warrior of Sage-Green, as you walk amongst us, may your wisdom inspire my actions and words. I honor the sword that remains sheathed, a reminder that true strength lies in protection, not aggression. In the image of your shield, bright with the sun and the owl, I find hope and resilience. In your honor, I lay before you votive owls, apples rich with promise, and tools of the earth. May these gifts speak to your spirit, intertwining our fates as we strive towards wisdom and unity. Allow my heart and mind to remain open to the teachings you so graciously impart. So shall it be, enveloped in the blessings of Briathenaea, the Patroness Goddess of the Bowynn.

My Prayer to Brenda, Goddess of Love

O Radiant Brenda, Daughter of Anhur and Rhya, I stand before you, bathed in the glow of your divine presence, a humble seeker of your grace and light. You, who are the embodiment of passion, love, and beauty, I honor and revere you, as I aspire to embody the beauty that flows from your essence. O Brenda, Goddess of Love’s Fire, kindle within my heart the flames of passion, illuminating the path to love and connection. I beseech you to grace me with the beauty of spirit and heart, for I seek not only the allure seen through mortal eyes but the beauty that resides in kindness and humility. Teach me the delicate art of balance, that I may embrace both vanity and virtue without losing my way. Guide me, O Brenda, in my search for true love. Let your wisdom lead me to the embrace of a heart that resonates with mine, a love that thrives not on superficiality but on the depths of shared spirit. May I be as devoted and nurturing as you were to your beloved Dhonan, finding beauty in simplicity and truth.

As you transformed the arrogant Kii into cardinals, a reminder of the folly of vanity, I too shall remain vigilant against pride. May your mirror reflect not just my physical form but the essence of my character, guiding me to cherish humility over self-indulgence. In your sacred light, let me find strength in my imperfections and grace in my journey towards authenticity. In your honor, I offer you roses and wildflowers, sacred blooms that mirror your beauty and grace. May their sweet fragrance and vibrant colors serve as a testament to your divine artistry. As doves and cardinals soar through the heavens, symbols of love and eternity, may their gentle coos remind me of the power of love’s whispers in my life. O Brenda, as your beauty captivated the gods and inspired mortals, may my heart echo with love that transcends time and space, embodying the devotion you so deeply represent. Let my spirit shine with the brilliance of true love, filling the world with compassion, understanding, and beauty, just as you have done throughout the ages. So shall it be, embraced in the blessings of Brenda, the Goddess of Passion and Beauty.

Syember!

My Personal Prayer to Brand

O Resplendent Brand, God of Music and Prophecy, I come to you adorned in reverence, acknowledging your divine presence that illuminates the shadows of ignorance. As the embodiment of enlightenment, may your radiant essence cleanse my spirit and grant me clarity of thought, for in your light, chaos finds order and confusion yields to wisdom. O Brand, beloved son of Anhur and Rhya, your harmonious melodies echo across the realms, binding the hearts of friends and brothers. As I raise my voice in song, let my words dance like flames in the night, igniting bonds of brotherhood that reflect your sacred union with Kord. May I be a vessel of your compassion and wisdom, sharing the treasures of your creativity with all who cross my path.

With gratitude, I offer you my reverence through the sound of the harp and flute, the sacred instruments of your being. Let the sweet music rise to your ears like fragrant incense, and may the warmth of my heart mirror the illumination you spread. In your honor, I place before you a wreath of oranges and limes, symbols of vitality, friendship, and joy, that they may flourish in your garden of wisdom. O Enlightened Brand, guide me through the labyrinth of uncertainty and bless me with the foresight of prophecy. May your gifts of divination open my eyes to the unseen truths of the universe, protecting me from the snares of ignorance and the ill repute of Mano’s Tii. Empower me to become a messenger of your voice, ensuring that the whispers of the gods flow through me to others, bringing guidance and comfort to those in need.

In the spirit of your boundless creation, I celebrate the artistry that springs from the depths of inspiration. May my words, like the flowing streams of your melodies, resonate with beauty and truth. Let poetry, dance, and song flourish under your watchful gaze, as I strive to channel your gift of enlightenment in every creation I undertake. O Brand, guardian of friendship, bless the bonds I cherish and forge, that they may grow strong and resolute. As I reach out my hand in camaraderie, let your essence flow through me, forming connections that reflect your sacred brotherhood with Kord. May love and loyalty bind us together, creating a sanctuary where hearts unite in trust and laughter. So shall it be, as I move through this world, guided by your luminous spirit, the God of Music and Enlightenment, Brand.

My Personal Prayer to Bia

O Divine Bia, the Essence of All, who arose from the depths of nothingness, I come before you with a humble heart and grateful spirit. You, who vanquished the suffocating Mist and brought forth the genesis of existence, I honor your sacred balance that governs the very fabric of creation. In your boundless wisdom, you conceived the first gods, paving the path toward harmony. O Bia, embodiment of all that is, I beseech you to guide my spirit in achieving balance amidst the chaos of life. As the puppeteer of creation and the weaver of destinies, let your presence fill my heart so that I may reflect your harmony in my thoughts, actions, and deeds. May the essence of your being envelop me, drawing me closer to the unity of all creation. With reverence, I lay before you my humble offerings of fragrant incense and flickering candles, symbols of my devotion and the light of existence you embody. May these gifts rise in fragrant plumes to your ethereal presence, illuminating the sacred connection between us and fostering the balance that you cherish. I offer a dedication to every form, every life, and every breath that resonates within your grand design.

O Infinite Bia, grant me the insight to appreciate the delicate dance of nature and the balance of the cosmos. Enlighten my mind to the interconnectedness of all beings, that I may respect and honor every thread woven within the tapestry of life. As Bia is both creator and sustainer, may I find inspiration in your essence to craft beauty and nurture love in this world. In the spirit of your boundless creation, I celebrate the myriad forms of existence that flourish under your guidance. Let my spirit rejoice in the colors of the dawn, the whispers of the wind, and the rustle of leaves upon the earth. As I recognize the divine spark present in all things, may I endeavor to contribute to the harmony of life that flows from your eternal source. O Bia, sacred unification of chaos and order, may you bestow upon me the tranquility and strength to navigate the currents of existence. Let the flame of your wisdom ignite within me, bringing clarity to my path and serenity to my soul. In surrendering to your essence, I commit myself to live in harmony with the balance you embody and honor the gifts that life bestows upon us. So shall it be, as the cycles of creation continue under your omnipresent gaze, the Eternal Balance of Bia.

My Personal Prayer to Arn

O Glorious Arn, Lord of the North Wind, hear my voice as I raise my heart to your sacred presence. You, the elder of the wind gods and master of winter’s embrace, bless me with the chill of your wisdom and the warmth of your benevolence. As the Winter Wizard, guide me through these frosty months, wrapping me in the mantle of your northward winds. O Arn, with your staff adorned by an acorn lantern, illuminate my path amidst the cold shadows of the season. Bestow upon me the clarity of thought that I may navigate the icy trails of life. Like the white wolf and cardinal that accompany your spirit, may I find strength in my journey and joy in the beauty of the winter landscape. With reverence, I lay before you the offerings of milk and fresh water, humble tokens of gratitude for the life you nurture. I present snowflakes, white flowers, and treasured feathers, symbols of your dominion over the wintery realm. As the days grow shorter, may these gifts express my gratitude for the blessings you shower upon our hearths and homes.

O Mighty Arn, as the Yule season approaches, may your gentle spirit grace my dwelling with warmth. Bless all homes with the light of candles in their windows, as you ride with Myliea across the darkened sky. Bestow upon each home the delights of your gifts—nuts, dried fruits, and sweets for the children—in kindness for the hearts you cherish.I n the spirit of Ky' meliea, I celebrate your wondrous union with Myliea, and all that your presence brings to the turning of the seasons. Let the joy of Yule resonate within my heart and among my kin, as we gather under the boughs adorned with winter's finery. May the laughter and love shared during this time echo through the ages. O Arn, guardian of peace during the long winter nights, may your gentle winds soothe my spirit and grant me serenity. Guide me to understand the cycles of nature and my place within them, as I seek to live in harmony with the world around me. Let your spirit reside within as a reminder of resilience and hope as we await the sun's return. So shall it be, as I walk this earthly plane under your watchful gaze, the Winter Wizard of the North.

Syember!

My Personal Prayer to the Ano Taya

O Esteemed Ano Taya, triad of divine sisters who art the weavers of the tapestry of life, I bow before your sacred loom, where threads of destiny intertwine under your vigilant gaze. Nae, guardian of the past, Narna, nurturer of the present, and Nareen, keeper of the future, I humbly beseech you to guide my path and illuminate the choices that lie before me. O Nae, esteemed chronicler of yesterday's tales, grant me wisdom to learn from the stories of those who came before. Let the lessons of the past linger within my heart, guiding my steps away from folly. Narna, vibrant weaver of the now, fill my spirit with the awareness to embrace each moment, weaving joy and compassion into my daily existence. Nareen, visionary of what is yet to come, plant seeds of hope and dreams within my soul, for I seek to forge a future rich with purpose and light. With reverence, I lay before you sacred offerings of candles, white for purity, red for passion, and purple for transcendence—three flames illuminating the way for your divine presence. I present to you three fillets and votive images, symbols of my devotion and recognition of your immense power. May my humble gifts find favor in your eyes and stir the threads of fate in alignment with my heart's desires.

O Kindly Ano Taya, as I traverse the intricate paths of existence, bestow upon me the insight to discern my choices and their impact on the tapestry you weave. May your guidance illuminate the crossroads of my life, helping me navigate the corridors of time with grace. In moments of uncertainty, let me feel your presence, reassuring me that I am part of your grand design. In unity, I honor the shared threads that connect us all, woven together by the hands of the Ano Taya. As I gaze upon the sacred tapestries of the past, I reverently acknowledge the lives interwoven with my own. Let every encounter, every bond, strengthen the fabric of our shared journeys, and inspire compassion within my heart for my fellow beings. O Divine Sisters, protectors of the cycles of fate and time, may your ever-watchful presence guide me in the winding paths of my days. As I gather strength from my origins, cherish the present, and dream for the future, may the beauty of your woven tapestry inspire my soul. Enfold me in your wisdom, assuring me that each thread serves its purpose in this everlasting cycle of life. So shall it be, as the tapestry of existence unfolds under your benevolent hands.

Syember!

My Personal Prayer to Anhur

O revered Anhur, King of the Gods, who presides over the hearts of men and the deeds of mortals, I kneel before your wisdom and bountiful spirit. As the scepter of law rests in your grasp, may your voice guide me in the paths of virtue and justice, and may your watchful gaze shield my family beneath the wings of protection and grace. O Anhur, embodiment of order and moral strength, crowned in the bountiful leaves of the Maple Tree, I offer my humble heart and supplications. You, who traverses the earth and the air, lend your ears to my pleas. Grant me courage in the face of adversities, and guide my footsteps along the path of righteousness. May I uphold the virtues you cherish and stand firm in the name of justice. With offerings of sincerity and gratitude, I present my words before you, great Anhur—sacred totem of the wolf, steadfast guardian of families. May my heart echo the principles of honor and truth you embody, as I strive to foster peace and love within my home. In every counsel I provide and every decision I make, may I reflect your wisdom.

O wise Anhur, as I navigate the trials of life, bestow upon me the insight to discern the just from the unjust, to protect the vulnerable, and to champion the cause of the oppressed. In times of conflict, may my spirit remain unwavering, guided by the light of your virtues. Let not fear overshadow my resolve, for I carry your strength within me. In the spirit of community, I call upon the essence of Alaway, the magnificent hall where gods gather in unity, leaving behind their discord. May love and respect flourish among my kin and strengthen the bonds that tie us. Let us feast together in joy, sharing not only our harvests but our hearts, reflecting the harmony you instill in us all. O Anhur, greatest of fathers and protector of the just, as I tread the paths of life, may your spirit walk alongside me, granting peace to my household and justice in my actions. May the legacy of your reign inspire hope and virtue in my heart, guiding my steps as I endeavor to uphold the sanctity of family, the strength of communities, and the harmony of the earth. So shall it be, under the watchful and loving eye of our King.

My Personal Prayer to Amaetheon

O mighty Amaetheon, steadfast patron of shepherds and cultivators of the earth, I humbly raise my chalice in reverence before your bounteous spirit. You, who traverse the orchards heavy with fruit and the meadows lush with blossoms, bless us with the fruits of your labors, pouring abundance into our lives like honey from the comb. O Amaetheon, adorned in the colors of harvest, crowned with ivy and the sweet essence of abundance, lend me your ear. In your presence, I bear witness to the wonders of life—the honey's golden glow, the grape's rich sweetness, and the milk's nourishing touch. My heart overflows with gratitude for the gifts you bestow upon us. With hands outstretched, I bring forth offerings from my table—cheese crafted with care, fruits plucked in their prime, and the assured bounty of the land. I place these before your likeness, hoping to see our pantries overflow with your blessings. May your wisdom guide my hands as I toil in the fields and honor the sanctity of your divine gifts.

O benevolent and every giving Amaetheon, guard us against the perils of excess! Let not the wine or ale blur our vision or lead us astray into the thorns of folly. Instead, teach us the art of balance, that we may enjoy your bounty without losing ourselves in debauchery. May your wisdom shine brightly in our hearts as we celebrate, ensuring our revelries are filled with joy, not chaos. In the spirit of harvest, let us gather together in joy and gratitude, sharing the fruits of our labor as a testament to your divine provisions. May our voices rise in songs of praise, echoing through valleys and fields as we honor you. With every shared morsel and clink of tankards, let the spirit of community flourish under your caring gaze. O Amaetheon, as I walk this path of cultivation and care, may your spirit be my guide, ensuring the cycles of life continue with harmony and prosperity. May every venture I undertake be blessed with abundance, and may your presence imbue my hands with the gentle strength of the harvest. So shall it be, under the watchful eye of the god of abundance.

Syember

My Personal Prayer to Aleglea

O Aleglea, radiant patroness of the Bowynn, I raise my voice in reverence before your divine essence, the embodiment of happiness that dances upon the breath of life. Your name is a melody that fills the air with light, and in your presence, joy blooms like the flowers of spring, casting away shadows of sorrow. O Aleglea, goddess of beauty and mirth, I honor you, adorned in saffron and ruby, your hair crowned with a bounty of blossoms. Your green eyes gleam with the laughter of the stars, and I bask in the warmth of your glorious light. Let my heart awaken to the pure joy you inspire, showering my spirit with the gifts of song, dance, and festivity. In heartfelt gratitude, I gather fragrant blossoms to weave a garland for your divine presence. Let the sweet aroma of honey offer my love, as I lay before you butterfly images, symbols of transformation, and resilience. The incense of my devotion rises like an invocation, calling forth the benevolence of your sacred spirit.

O dear Aleglea, guide my steps as I walk upon this earth, barefoot like you, feeling the heartbeat of life through the ground. Bestow upon me the lightness of being, a spirit filled with laughter and connection to the beauty that envelops us. I seek your blessing in every festive gathering, every celebration of life, and every shared moment of happiness. As garlands of flowers adorn the paths we tread, I join the chorus of your devoted followers, dancing in rhythmic unison to celebrate the joys of existence. Under your watchful gaze, may we foster community, laughter, and shared delight, reveling in the magnificence of your gifts. O Aleglea, though I am but a humble mortal, let my life reflect the spark of joy you ignite. As I take each step in your honor, may I carry forth the spirit of abundance and cheer, spreading happiness wherever I go. For in the glory of your name and the beauty of your creations, the world becomes a tapestry of pure delight. So shall it be, in the embrace of the goddess of happiness.