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Orphic Hymn to Artemis

Hear me, O queen,
Zeus’ daughter of many names
Titanic and Bacchic,
revered, renowned archer,
torch-bearing goddess bringing light to all,
Diktynna, helper at childbirth,
you help women in labor,
though you know not what labor is.
O frenzy-loving huntress,
you loosen girdles and drive distress away
swift arrow-pouring goddess of the outdoors,
you roam in the night.
Fame-bringing and affable,
redeeming and masculine in appearance,
Orthia, goddess of swift birth,
you are a nurturer of mortal youths,
immortal and yet of this earth,
you slay wild beasts, O blessed one,
your realm is in the mountain forest,
you hunt deer.
O revered and mighty queen of all
fair-blossomed, eternal,
sylvan, dog-loving,
many-shaped lady of Kydonia,
come, dear goddess,
as savior to all the initiates,
accessible to all, bringing forth
the beautiful fruit of the earth,
lovely peace,
and fair-tressed health.
May you dispatch diseases and pain
to the peaks of the mountains.

— translated by Ben Wolkow and Apostolos N. Athanassakis, in The Orphic Hymns

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hiketeria

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Artemis, Great Lady, steward of the wild, protector of the young, hunter, mountain dancer, torch-bearer, guide.

We ask your protection this month and every month: guide our hands in the work we have dedicated to your service, watch over our families’ children, our friends’ children, all children in danger of hunger or harm. To you we offer evergreen cedar of the land we care for in dedication to you and to the earth. We ask that you accept these offerings and grant us your blessings.

So mote it be.

Hymn: To Artemis

Artemis I praise, sister of bright Apollo,
first-born of blessed Leto, dear child of Zeus.
Fairest among maidens, you roam the wilderness;
the enchanting nymphs are your friends and companions.
You take joy in wood and meadow, swift-footed one,
you who loves dance and games, you who wins every race.
As the wild lands are yours, so too are the wild beasts;
huntress you are–with bow your skill is unsurpassed,
always do your arrows find their mark. Artemis,
O kindly one, you ease the sharp pains of childbirth,
and you are the fiercest protector of children.
O luminous goddess, I praise and honor you.

(Author: Hearthstone. Source: Hellenion.)

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Patch by Alley Valkyrie

 

If you find yourself

chasing after her

you’re doing it right

hiketeria, Mar. 7

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Lady Artemis, we ask your protection for the children of our families, and of our friends’ families; for those suffering the upheaval of displacement, by choice or by force; for those harmed by thoughtless politics and cruel policies. Aid us in the stewardship of the air and water, of the forests and the mountains, and all the creatures who live thereon. So mote it be.

hiketeria, Feb. 2

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hiketeria: a branch wound with fillets. Offered in supplication.

Lady Artemis, goddess of the wild, of children and animals and all wild things, hear our entreaty. Now is a dangerous time for Your creatures, even as we await the blessing of spring, for everywhere the children of the world and the great wilderness of the world is in danger. Help us to protect what is sacred to You. Help us to be Your stewards in this time. Guard our paths and may Your torch shine bright. Io evohe, so be it.

names and praise

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Garfield Mountain, at the confluence of the Middle Fork Snoqualmie and Taylor Rivers, Washington State

Io Artemis Agrotera, Elaphaea, Cedreatis. Huntress, lady of the deer and the cedar trees. You I find in the icy rivers and hemlock groves, on the mountaintops and in the secret places beneath the stones. You I seek on every trail, you I follow on every chase. Walk with me and run before me and let your arrows find their mark, for these are perilous times. Hail to you and I will remember you.

Homeric Hymn 27 to Artemis

I sing of Artemis, whose shafts are of gold, who cheers on the hounds, the pure maiden, shooter of stags, who delights in archery, own sister to Apollo with the golden sword. Over the shadowy hills and windy peaks she draws her golden bow, rejoicing in the chase, and sends out grievous shafts. The tops of the high mountains tremble and the tangled wood echoes awesomely with the outcry of beasts: earth quakes and the sea also where fishes shoal. But the goddess with a bold heart turns every way destroying the race of wild beasts: and when she is satisfied and has cheered her heart, this huntress who delights in arrows slackens her supple bow and goes to the great house of her dear brother Phoebus Apollo, to the rich land of Delphi, there to order the lovely dance of the Muses and Graces. There she hangs up her curved bow and her arrows, and heads and leads the dances, gracefully arrayed, while all they utter their heavenly voice, singing how neat-ankled Leto bare children supreme among the immortals both in thought and in deed.

Hail to you, children of Zeus and rich-haired Leto! And now I will remember you and another song also.

Translation by Hugh G. Evelyn-White

Orphic hymn to Dionysus

Bacchus I call, loud-sounding and divine,
Fanatic God, a two-fold shape is thine:
Thy various names and attributes I sing,
O, first-born, thrice begotten, Bacchic king:
Rural, ineffable, two-form’d, obscure,
Two-horn’d, with ivy crown’d, euion, pure.
Bull-fac’d, and martial, bearer of the vine,
Endu’d with counsel prudent and divine:
Triennial, whom the leaves of vines adorn,
Of Jove and Proserpine, occultly born.
Immortal dæmon, hear my suppliant voice,
Give me in blameless plenty to rejoice;
And listen gracious to my Mystic pray’r,
Surrounded with thy choir of nurses fair.

Source, with annotation and commentary.

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