Patreon Song/Poem/Prayer 23 -For Hermes Poikilomêtês

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The door of Hades swings open for You

The Dead follow You down

You, who lead mighty Heracles to and from the depths

Bless the passing of the Dead

O fleet-footed God

Who blesses the limbs of thieves and pursuers

The hungry soul is fed and the greedy one is denied

Justice given from many ways

Whose eyes are full of stars

The grand cosmos uncoils

The beautiful dance of all things in the Starry Sky

You teach well to astronomer, astrologer, and seeker

Who sees and knows the smallest dance

The microscopic and subatomic in the deepest parts of Earth

The vibrating dance of all things

You teach well to the scientist, the engineer, and seeker

You who knows well the ways

The rivers of the body and the bending of disease to cure

The knitting of flesh, bone, mind, and spirit

You teach well to the doctor, nurse, medic, counselor, and seeker

Teacher, instructor, initiator

Wise and wily beyond reckoning

Counter and clever, ever-reaching for knowledge and wisdom

Hail to You, Hermes Poikilomêtês!

Coffee with the Ancestors and Gods

Something I have not done in a very long time is sat down to coffee with my Ancestors and Gods.  I did it tonight/this morning, after taking care of the offerings and laying out fresh ones otherwise, all water, except for the stick of incense I left at the altars for the Ancestors, for the Dead and for the Gods.

I had two stools that belonged to people who are family to me, gifted to me before they took off for California.  One stool holds a Native American head carved into an arm-sized log that I give offerings to as representative of some of the Native Ancestors in the ways I have been brought into.  A while back I had used the other stool as part of an Ancestor elevation working, but it has sat in a corner since.  Tonight, I brought up some coffee my wife had brewed earlier in the day.  At first, I was going to sit on the floor at the Ancestor altar.  I couldn’t see many of Them from down there, and besides, They wanted to see me too.  So I dusted off the old stool, and sat at the Ancestor altar, lighting the candles in Ask and Embla’s tree candle-holders.

At first it was just…quiet, meditative even, serving Them coffee then myself.  I usually drink my coffee with non-dairy sweetener like Coffee Mate or something like that, but it didn’t seem right in this context.  So, I sat and drank my black coffee, and talked with the Ancestors about the week I’d been having, thanking Them for Their support, that kind of thing.  Mostly it was quiet, just being in one another’s Presence.  When it was over, and I thanked Them for coffee with me, I blew out the candles, and later lit some incense.  I walked away from Their altar with a sense of peace and being cared for.

My experience with the Gods was similar, but even more silence, being quite brief with my end of talking, mostly thanking Them for Their Presence and blessings on my family, and helping me through the last week.  It was mostly quiet, and considering the Work I’ve been doing for Them of late, I was okay with that.  I left Their altar, after lighting incense for Them, with a sense of peace, but it…was deep.  More than a sense of peace, really.  A sense of rightness, even with all the challenges I and my family are facing right now.

I got the message to clean my cups out after each time with the Ancestors then Gods, and returned the cup to the altar, my cup’s holder facing me, and Theirs to Them.   It looks like both sets of Holy Powers want this to be a more regular thing, so here’s a cup to a new tradition I’ll be keeping.  Thanks for the inspiration from a while back, Jim.  It proved a powerful, simple connection, one that I really needed.