Reading around voodoo I discovered Exu & the Quimbanda of Night and Fire by Nicholaj de Mattos Frisvold (Scarlet Imprint). One working, the ritual of the drunken prophet (pp. 123-124 in the hardback edition), caught my attention.
The ritual is an oracular work that calls for lighting a candle to the spirit you wish to work with then going to a “spit and sawdust” pub, buying drinks for the person you have identified as the prophet of your spirit and putting your question to them.
As Quimbanda was not calling me I decided to work the oracle with a deity that I already have a relationship with. As a keen home brewer of wines, mead and beer, every time I make a batch various rituals are performed and the task dedicated to Dionysus, famous for his links to fermented brews. Moreover, one of his abilities is as an oracle,
So, after a ritual bath with frankincense, orange and patchouli oils I donned only the best party clothes for such a Great God as this and spoke the following words:
Hail Dionysus God of the harvest, the dual formed god of two mothers
God of life, God of death spanning the Heavens and the Underworld
Bull formed, two horned synthesis of opposites
The roaring one, the silent one, within extreme states of being
God of pandemonium and ecstatic trance
The dramatic one master of the mysteries of comedy and tragedy
God of prophesy and initiation
who travels throughout all realms of being
God of many faces who travels to all places, wanderer
God of the Starry Light
The god who holds the bees sacred
God of honey, god of wine, god of Ivy, myrtle, fennel, figs and pine
God of all natural things
Bull headed lion snake
the goat is your greatest enemy and your greatest friend.
Ivy bearer god of visions
God of the wilds god of the hunt
Great God of the nocturnal Sun, the cool one who carries flames of fire
Shape shifter, multi-dimensional one lord of necromancy
of many incarnations
The God who is the most and the least manifest.
Dionysus who was born in the cave of the leather sack
Grower of vines
The fierce one who is the source of joy to mortals
God of orgasmic rites who inspires creativity and ecstatic madness
Father of wine and mead lover of Ariadne, son of Zeus
Torch bearer, light bringing star of mysteries
God of the Earth friend of Demeter
Underworld guide
who resides in the highest mountains and in the deepest caves
Water God that dwells in the oceans
The spirit of the universe
giving shape and form to all manifest existence
Fire breather, lover of man, lover of woman
The masculine feminine one lord of the thunderbolt axe
God of fermentation and ageing, Beloved of maenads and satyrs
Lord of the goat song, who hydrates the Earth
God of transition and liberation
The serpent with a thousand heads
who eats raw meat and who is vegetarian
The womanly manly god of orgia
The furious inspirer of erotic ecstasy
Blesser of unions who rejoices at the rise of Sirius
Lover of torch light processions
He who was boiled in a cooking pot who bursts forth in a miraculous emergence of wine
God of creation, God of Destruction. God of life God of death
Hail Dionysus.
Evocation of Dionysus (video has some strobe effects)
I asked Dionysus to send me some advice for the following year, then went out and partied. And what a party it was. Some of the friends accompanying me were magicians and I think they knew that I was up to something (mostly because I’m usually up to something).
Most of my life in order to “get on” and do well I’ve needed to hide parts of myself that I considered a bit too hot to handle in certain situations. The advice from my prophet was that there was no longer any need to hide my weirdness. This was no longer serving me and that I would “get on” better if I allowed my creativity to flow.
Hail Dionysus and may your cup of Awen always flow.
Soror Brigantia