Tag: Oceanus

Calendar of the Sun for December 25th

Calendar of the Sun

25 Yulmonath

Mithrastide

Color: Red
Element: Fire
Altar: Upon cloth of red place swords, spears, shields, five red candles, a chalice of wine, and the figure of a sun.
Offerings: Beef and wine.
Daily Meal: Beef and wine.

Invocation to Mithras

Hail Mithras, The Unconquered Sun!
Hail to you whose birthday we celebrate
On this your ancient holiday!
Son of Anahita the pure virgin mother,
You who appeared in a golden glow
On the peak of the Hara Berezaiti,
Saxigenus, born from the stone of the Earth,
Striking fire from the stones,
Bringing the stars like sparks to the dome of the heavens.
Saturn held out to you the dagger of death
And you slew the Great Bull, bathed in his blood,
And so purified the world below.
Witnessed by Oceanus and Caeulus,
Witnessed by Cautes and Cautopates,
Torchbearer, Light-Bringer,
Warrior and Soldier who blesses the troops,
Bright Sun and Black Raven,
Consecrated in the Taurobolium,
Creator of the Mysteries of your Name,
Running in the wake of the Sun Chariot,
Mithras, Unconquered Sun, bless us
With brightness in this time of the dark.

Chant: Genitor Luminis
Deus Genitor Rupe Natus
Transitus Dei

Song: Hymn to Mithras

 

[Pagan Book of Hours]

Calendar of the Moon for September 17

Calendar of the Moon

17 Muin/Boedromion

Greater Mysteries Day 3: Mother And Daughter

Colors: Gold and black
Element: Earth
Altar: Upon cloth of black and gold set a single white candle to burn, with incense of myrrh, and two cups of mint tea with barley in it. Before the altar lay the Kistai, the round box of holy objects, and the figures of pigs.
Offerings: Pork and grains.
Daily Meal: Pork and grains.

Mysteries Invocation III:

Hail to Demeter, Great Mother of the Fields!
Lady of the corn-golden hair,
You sent your only daughter, jewel of your heart,
Forth to play in the fields with the fair daughters of Oceanus,
Trusting for her return, for you loved no one as you loved her.
Hail to Persephone, Daughter of Demeter!
You went forth, a maiden on the brink of womanhood,
And forth in the field grew, to your wonder,
A great white flower, like unto none other.
You stepped forth to pluck it – you could not have said,
Later, who you were so compelled.
But it was your destiny, and forth from that hole
That cracked the ground in two came black smoke,
The scent of the underworld, and Hades came forth
In his black chariot and took you away,
For so it was destined that you would be his bride.
Hail to Demeter, Mourning Mother left behind!
You searched the Earth for your daughter,
Only to hear from Hecate where she had been taken.
In despair, you wandered the land
And no crops grew; the white barley was cast
Upon the earth many times in vain, and the plow
Curved into the earth to no avail, and the whole race
Of men would have starved, had great Zeus not noticed it.

Chant: Ancient Mother, I hear you calling,
Ancient Mother, I hear your song,
Ancient Mother, I hear your laughter,
Ancient Mother, I taste your tears.
(The tea is poured out as a libation for both goddesses.)

[Pagan Book of Hours]