Crafters & Followers
of the Old
Religion as
brought down
to the
Earth
from the Queen
of Heaven
Diana herself.
Honouring, Venerating & Serving
Diana and
Apollo as their Priestesses and Priests!!!
Orphic Hymns to the Gods 
To the Sun
Fumingation from Frankincense and Manna
Hear Golden Titan, whose eternal eye
With broad survey, illumines all the sky.
Self Born, unwearied in diffusing light,
And to all eyes the Mirrour of delight;
Lord of the seasons, with thy fiery car
And leaping coursers, beaming light from afar;
With thy right hand the source of morning light,
And with they left the Father of the Night.
Agile the vig’rous, venerable Sun,
Fiery and bright around the heav’ns you run.
Foe to the wicked, but the good man’s guide,
O’er all his steps propitious you preside;
With various founding, golden lyre, ‘tis mine
To fill the world with Harmony Divine.
Father of Ages, guide of prosp’rous deeds,
The World’s commander, borne in lucid steeds,
Immortal Jove, all-searching, bearing light,
Source of existence, pure and fiery bright
Bearer of fruit, almighty lord of years,
Agil and warm, whom ev’ry pow’r reveres.
Great eye of Nature and the Starry Skies,
Doom’d with immortal flames to set and rise
Dispensing Justice, lover of the stream,
The World’s Great despot, and o’er all Supreme.
Faithful defender, and the eye of right,
Of steeds the ruler, and of life and light;
With founding whip four fiery steeds you guide,
When in the car of day you glorious ride,
Propitious on these mystic labours shine,
And Bless thy suppliants with a life Divine.
To Venus
To Hermes/Mercury
Hermes, draw near, and to my pray'r incline,
Angel of Jove, and Maia's son divine;
Prefect of contest, ruler of mankind,
With heart almighty, and a prudent mind.
Celestial messenger of various skill,
Whose pow'rful arts could watchful Argus kill.
With winged feet 'tis thine thro' air to course,
O friend of man, and prophet of discourse;
Great life-supporter, to rejoice is thine
In arts gymnastic, and in fraud divine.
With pow'r endu'd all language to explain,
Of care the loos'ner, and the source of gain.
Whose hand contains of blameless peace the rod,
Corucian, blessed, profitable God.
Of various speech, whose aid in works we find,
And in necessities to mortals kind.
Dire weapon of the tongue, which men revere,
Be present, Hermes, and thy suppliant hear;
Assist my works, conclude my life with peace,
Give graceful speech, and memory's increase..
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