Incense: Storax
We lay before you this redeeming testimony and this prayer;
O King, you have brought to light divine works,
And earth, goddess and mother, the hills swept by the shrill winds,
The sea, the host of stars marshaled by the sky.
Kronian Zeus, whose scepter is the thunderbolt, strong-spirited,
Father of all, beginning and end of all,
Earth-shaker, increaser and purifier, indeed All-shaker,
God of thunder and lightening, Zeus the planter.
Hear me, O many-faced one,
And grant me unblemished health, divine peace, and riches and glory without blame.
Incense: Aromatic Herbs
Queen of all and blessed consort of Zeus.
You send soft breezes to mortals such as nourish the soul,
And, O mother of rains, you nurter the winds and give birth to all.
Without you there is neither life nor growth;
And, mixed as you are in the air we venerate, you partake of all,
And of all you are queen and mistress.
You toss and turn with the rushing wind.
May you, O blessed goddess and many-named queen of all,
Come with kindness and joy on your lovely face.
Incense: Myrrh
Carved in bronze is the trident in your hand,
And you dwell in the foundations of the full-bosomed sea.
Deep-roaring ruler of the sea and shaker of the earth,
Your blossoms are waves, O gracious one, as you urge horses and chariot on,
Rushing on the sea and splashing through the rippling brine.
To your lot fell the third poetion, the unfanthomable sea,
And you delight in waves and in their wild dwellers, O spirit of the deep.
Save the foundations of the earth and ships moving at full tilt,
And bring peace, health and blameless prosperity.
A meadow in Tartaros, thick-shaded and dark.
Chthonic Zeus, sceptered one, kindly accept this sacrifice,
Plouton, holder of the keys to the whole earth.
You give the wealth of the year's fruits to mankind,
And to your lot fell the third portion, earth, queen of all,
Seat of the gods, mighty lap of mortals.
Your throne rests on a tenebrous realm,
The distant, untiring, windless and impassive Hades,
And on dark Archeron that encompasses the roots of the earth.
All-Receiver, with death at your command, you are the master of mortals.
Euboulos, you once took pure Demeter's daughter as your bride,
When you tore her away from the meadow and through the sea.
Upon your steeds you carried her to an Attic cave, in the district of Eleusis,
Where the gates to Hades are.
You alone were born to judge deeds obscure and conspicuous.
Holiest and illustrious ruler of all, frenzied god,
You delight in the worshiper's respect and reverence.
Come with favor and joy to the initiates. I summon you.
Incense: Storax
And ethereal and lofty the flash of your lightning,
As you shake the seat of the immortals with divine thunderbolts.
With the fire of your lightening you emblazon the rain clouds.
Storms you bring and hurricanes and mighty thunder,
Blazing and roaring thunder- like a shower of arrows-
Which with horrific might and strength sets all aflame,
This dreadful missle that makes hearts pound and hair bristle.
Holy and invisible, it comes with a sudden crash, an endless spiral of noise,
Unbreakable, threatening and ineluctable.
The gale's sharp and smoke-filled shaft swoops down with a flash,
Dreaded by land and sea.
Wild beasts cringe when they hear the noise,
Faces reflect the brilliance of thunder roaring in the celestial hollows.
You tear the robe that cloaks heaven and hurl the fiery thunderbolt.
But, O blessed one (calm down?) the anger of sea waves and mountain peaks.
We all know your power. Enjoy this libation and give all things that please the heart,
A life of prosperity, queenly health, divine peace that nurtures youth,
And is with honor crowned, and an existence ever blooming with cheerful thoughts.
