Wild Gods

A community honoring Artemis, Pan, and Dionysus

to Hekate

Hecate I praise, fair maiden of the crossroad,
you who see things hidden, who heard Persephone
as she cried out from the underworld. Hecate,
with whose help did Demeter regain her dear child;
whose torches light the moonless night; who guards the gate;
who receives due offering wherever three roads meet;
yours, goddess, are shares in all the realms. Hecate,
who travels freely along all roads, I praise you.
To you, Hecate, are the mysteries known.
To you do women ever turn for protection.
To you do those who work magic pray for wisdom.
Hecate, ancient one, I praise and honor you.

— by Hearthstone


to Artemis

When I try to explain You, words fail me.

You are a steward, I say.

You are a protector.

Once I called You the ultimate forest ranger.

These are not sufficient.

I try to explain why You protect, and also kill.

Why You are a doula, and never give birth Yourself.

Why You are virgin, as though being a woman in this world were not sufficient explanation.

Perhaps the fault lies in attempting explanation in words.

The forests are explanation.

The mountains are explanation.

The burst of feathers where a quail was killed, the pile of bones where an elk was killed, the tracks of deer and wildcat and coyote and bear…

These are the explanation.

Follow the trail, and understand.

revel altar

Ritual altar for a Wild Gods revel, to Dionysus and Pan.

Full moon offering

Io Selene, Io Artemis, Io Hekate.


(caution: fast screen flickering)

Tom Hirons, “Merrivale”

Speak to me in the language of
Stone and Moss: the brook and
Fox-den know well my mother-tongue.
Let us be clear:
This Moor-language sings sweeter
In my ear than all the songs
I ever heard from angels,
Clear and beautiful as they were.
I tell you no lie,
Not here.

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Gjallarhorn, “Kokkovirsi”

Years ago I saw this band perform live (they don’t seem to have been active for about a decade). The album this song is on had just been released. The lead singer said the song was about women going up into the mountains at night to light bonfires and dance. Sounded pretty Bacchic to me. Or maybe Artemisian…She likes to dance, too.

The Orphic Hymn to Artemis

A beautiful rendition, translated by the reciter.

To Artemis Ephesia

The temple of Artemis at Ephesus was made by a woman,
the Amazon Otrera, wife of Ares.
The Amazons made themselves in Her image,
armed themselves with bows,
burdened themselves with offerings
for Artemis as they fled from Herakles.

She protected them and led them,
inspired them and loved them,
Artemis rarely called motherly,
Artemis rarely called kind.

Love is not always soft.
Patronage is not always simple.
Artemis was called Goddess of the Amazons,
and they loved Her with a sharp,
warlike love, and built  temples
and wooden statues to honor and ask
for Her love in return.


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