Epithets of Persephone
Alternate spellings: Persephonê, Persephoneia, Persephoneiê, Persephassa, Phersephassa, Phersephatta, and Pherrephatta.
Agne - Pure
Daeira - Knowing One
Despoina - Mistress
Epaine - Awesome
Hagnê - Holy One
Korê - Maiden
Khthonia - Of the Earth
Karpophoros - Bringer of Fruit
Praxidikê - Exacter of Justice
Sôteira - Savior
Averna - Of Underworld
Juno Inferna - Infernal Queen
Stygia - Of the Styx
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Νουμηνία, I day.
From today’s sunset: beginning of the new month of Poseideon, sacred to Poseidon.
Happy Noumenia to you all, best wishes!!!
Noumenia is a day sacred to all the Gods- in particular to Apollo Noumenios, Zeus, Helios, Hecate, Artemis Noumenia, Hera, Hermes, and to all the Household Gods.
Sacrifices, purifications, libations, banquets and singing of hymns are some among the distinctive features of the first day of the lunar month.
Banquet of Noumeniastai;
- Principal Celebrations of the Month:
Rural Dionysia (τὰ κατ’ἀγρούς)
(Fragmentary statue of triple Hecate; from Hellas, III BCE; now in the Louvre….)
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mythology series → the drunken god of ritual ecstasy dionysus [Διόνυσος]
what a night for a dance,
i get lost in the night so high i don’t want to come down
in the dark of the night i could hear you calling my name
but all the while i was dreaming of revelry
born to run, like a stream down a mountainside
with the wind in my back
but the demon and me were the best of friends from the start
in the back of the woods in the dark of the night
dreaming of revelry
re: my previous post.
I can’t be the only Pagan on tumblr who enjoys dance as a devotional or ecstatic practice.
That’s me last night, spinning hoops. I went to a dance club with a fellow Pagan last night. We both have described trancing out while dancing… feeling the sensation of being lifted, of my particles spreading out and pulsing to the rhythm of the music… of blissful union with divinity.
I used to be able to reach this state with drums and fire only. Primal. But lately, lights and smoke and the pounding energy of other revelers have been able to get me there. It’s incredible energy. As I gaze into the lights after my third drink, my heart says a prayer to Dionysus, and I feel I am a maenad, tearing at the walls of mundane life, letting my soul (and voice!) scream and yell, and twirl and clap, and spin, and spin, and spin…
Is anyone else an ecstatic or devotional dancer? Anyone else make revelry of some sort a part of your practice?