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Analysis of The Orphic Hymn to Prothyraia
... AND MORE! Interview with Sorita D'Este
Hail
Transitions, Transforming
Ameibousa I call
Khaire
Guide my lost soul
Psychopompe
Though I still live
Show me the path so I can give
My Blessings to all in need
Allowing me a good deed
Before this vessel dies
As I one day close my eyes
Transitioning, Transforming
Shape-shifting, Adorning
Leaving this world for the next
Ritual of death, from ancient text
Chthonia, guide me through
Allow me the space to be reborn anew
Then light me those twin torches
So I can through darkness see
Which way is my path, to who I shall be.
Her arrival is anticipated by a metallic clink
Gradually, a mellifluous singing rises
Between the blurred silhouttes burning candles shines
Between the mysterious gloom they approach
The Lady in White, with her Golden Crown
Opens the march of the eternals
Svelte in her carriot of fire
Pullet by two red eyed dogs
With a torch in every hand, lighting the path
With two shadows on her back, vigilant, hidden
Her collars' keys collide breaking the silence
She who gives life
She who brings death
She who brings rebirth
Today you can come in and they can get out
Today you can ask their advice and honor their
memory
Your ancestors, those who sing peacefully
For Her, Lady of the Underworld
Today, go and celebrate the Wheel of the Year
Today is Samhain an perennial Hekate is present
Today is Samhain, we can die to reborn
In the purest light, originated in the beginning of
time
To spin once again, the Wheel of Life.
Sorita D'Este
To Prothyraia ~ The Orphic Hymns
Hear me, revered goddess, many-named divinity (1)
You aid in travail, O sight sweet to women in labor; (2)
You save women and you alone love children (3)
O kindly goddess of swift birth, ever helpful to young women, (4)
O Prothyraia. Accessible to all, (5)
O mistress, you are gracious and fond of nurture, (6)
Yours is the power in every house & you delight in festivities; (7)
You loosen girdles & though invisible, you are seen in every deed (8)
You share pain, and rejoice in every birth, (9)
O Eileithyia, Freeing from pain those in terrible distress. (10)
Upon you alone pregnant women call, O comforter of souls, (11)
And in you alone there is relief from pains of labor. (12)
Artemis, Eileithyia, Prothyraia! (13)
Hearken, O blessed one, succour me, grant offspring, (14)
And save me, for it is your nature to be a saviour of all (15)