Apotheosis [Prayer]

The apotheosis of the Dierne is a few days away, and I want to cover the three basic parts of the celebration that laity or those interested in the Otherfaith should focus on when July 31st rolls around. As with the basics of the entire Otherfaith, we’ll be focusing on contemplation – the symbols and meanings surrounding the holy day –daily action – how to approach the day and what to avoid in terms of concrete actions – and prayer.

This will be a sparse post on prayers to use on the apotheosis of the Dierne. It is a simple prayer schedule for the 31st.

Prayer Schedule

Upon waking:

LAETHA OPHELIA CLARENE DIERNE;
I praise the Four Gods of Western Faery – you who burn, you who bury, you who dance, you who drown. I sing to you your praises, I speak to you your words. I choose to worship the Four Gods and their spirits. I choose to live in accordance with them. I choose to embody Piety, Power, and Pride as I understand them. I choose to act with hospitality and compassion. Today, of all the offerings I may make, let these be the truest, offered with free will, free heart, and free hand.

to the Dierne:

O beloved, I sing today of you. Most beloved of the gods, today – a god himself. You who we call Star, Pallis, Fear & Folly, you who gives pleasure, love, and hope – I dedicate this day to you.

Midday, say the adorations:

I adore you Lover.
I adore you Star Slayer

I adore you compassionate killer
I adore you spear wielder
I adore you bloodied hands
I adore you stained red cloth and clothe
I adore you murky waters
I adore you star feller
I adore you who fell
I adore you shadow boy
I adore you dark sun

I adore you of the black heart
I adore you of the dark soul
I adore you son of the river
I adore you child of the moon
I adore you Pallis
I adore you of crafty hands

I adore you of piano fingers
I adore you of thin webs & string
I adore you of strong steel & work
I adore you who gave lightning
I adore you fierce breeze
I adore you who takes flight
I adore you who rides the thunder
I adore you wicked wind

I adore you violent storm
I adore you wielder of time
I adore you most beautiful of the heavens
I adore you boy-king
I adore you rose-wearer

I adore you heart-bearer
I adore you who wears the crown to bed
I adore you orgasm-maker
I adore you temptress
I adore you with every eye
I adore you who brings enticement

I adore you enrapturer
I adore you who touched lips to lips

I adore you heart-maker
I adore you who bled blood and jewel
I adore you who refuses the sword
I adore you who dies

I adore you who drowns
I adore you who will die again
I adore you who gave blood
I adore you black swan
I adore you singer of sorrow

I adore you Fear*

In the evening, we say the bulk of our prayers. Many of these prayers focus on the events of the apotheosis and are exalting prayers, telling the tale of the Dierne and explaining our joy at his presence in our lives and in the mythos. We begin with the prayer of exile, which refers to the time the Dierne spent cast out of the Westernlands.

Boy from the stars, beloved of the land – who died and dies again – you who were so far from us, you who lived so many lives from us. You who traveled with Sorrow, you who walked streets of blood and bone, you who always turned toward home – O’ Pallis, O’ Star. You who strove ever toward us, you who will not forsake us, you who lonely and alone never abandoned your home – O’ Pallis, O’ Star, we praise you.

We follow this with a prayer praising the Dierne’s deification:

Beloved Star, who is Pallis, the sweetest of eternal flames, this day you return to us, this day you are a god, this day you wear the crown of stars and our hearts sing for you. Beloved, now god – the Dierne.

We finish with a prayer asking for the Dierne to lend us his support and grace. At the end of this prayer, one can repeat the phrase ‘lend me your grace’ until you feel at peace or full of vitality.

Lend me your hope, lend me your love, lend me your strength that when I falter I can rise again. Dierne, lend me your grace.

Same as every night, when we go to rest, we say this prayer:

LAETHA OPHELIA CLARENE DIERNE;
I praise the Four Gods of Western Faery – you who burn, you who bury, you who dance, you who drown. I sing to you your praises, I speak to you your words. I choose to worship the Four Gods and their spirits. I choose to live in accordance with them. I choose to embody Piety, Power, and Pride as I understand them. I choose to act with hospitality and compassion. Today, of all the offerings I may make, let these be the truest, offered with free will, free heart, and free hand.

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Aine Llewellyn is a 20 year old girl creature currently mucking about in southern Arizona. She enjoys the winters and rain but can’t stand the heat. She is a difficult polytheist that natters on and on about her faith.


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