Invocations, Pleas, Poems, praise, prayers, Hymns and Other Homage to HER:               

 

the Goddess named: Neith

                        

                       "I am all that has been,  

                       That is, and that will be".

 

                                    Quoted in Who's Who in Egyptian Mythology

                                                   by Anthony S. Mercantante.

 

 

                       "I am what is,      

                       What will be,       

                       And what has been.  

                       No one uncovered me.

                       The fruit           

                       To which I gave birth

                       Was ‑ the Sun".     

 

                                                        Quoted in Greek Myths

                                                            by Robert Graves.

 

 

               "I am all that has been,        

               That is, that will be.          

               No mortal has yet been able     

               To life the veil that covers me".

 

                               Recorded by Plutarch from an inscription above

                                       the gate to Her temple in Said, Egypt.

                                 Quoted in The Book of Goddesses and Heroines

                                                        by Patricia Monaghan.


 

    

 

                  Invocations, Pleas, Poems, praise, prayers, Hymns and Other Homage to HER:               

 

the Goddess named:  Niamh

                  

 

 

            A royal crown was on Her head;                    

            and a brown mantle of precious silk,              

            Spangled with stars of red gold,                  

            Covering Her shoes down to the grass.             

                                                               

            A gold ring was hanging down                      

            From each yellow curl of Her golden hair;         

            Her eyes, blue, clear, and cloudless,             

            Like a dew‑drop on the top of the grass.          

                                                              

            Redder were Her cheeks than the rose,             

            Fairer was Her visage than the swan upon the wave,

            And more sweet was the taste of Her balsam lips   

            Than honey mingled thro' red wine.                

                                                              

            A garment, wide, long, and smooth                 

            Covered the white steed,                          

            There was a comely saddle of red gold,            

            And Her right hand held a bridle with a golden bit.

                                                              

            Four shoes well‑shaped were under him,            

            Of the yellow gold of the purest quality;         

            A silver wreath was on the back of his head,      

            And there was not in the world a steed better.    

 

 

                                   from The Lay of Oisin in the Land of Youth

                   by Michael Comy (18th. cent.) translated by Brian O'Looney

                             for the Ossianic Society‑‑Transactions, Vol. IV.

                                             Quoted in Celtic Myth and Legend

                                                 by Charles Squire, p. 223‑4.

 


 

 

                  Invocations, Pleas, Poems, praise, prayers, Hymns and Other Homage to HER:               

 

the Goddess named: Nut

 

                          To the Goddess named ‑ Nut[?\cyc\n\nut]

 

                     "Nut, the old one,                     

                     who gave birth to the sun              

                     and laid the seeds of Gods and humanity"

                                                            

                     "Mother of the morning sun,            

                     Creatress of the evening sun,          

                     who existed when there was nothing     

                     and who created what was after Her."   

 

                 "Hail, thou sycamore of the Goddess Nut!   

                 Grant thou to me of the water and of the air

                 which dwell in thee"                       

                

                                                           (ref: ma.wwem/110)


 

 

 

                  Invocations, Pleas, Poems, praise, prayers, Hymns and Other Homage to HER:               

 

the Goddess named:   Pele

 

                        

                     E Pele e!                       

                     Ke akua o ka pohaku enaena.    

                     Eli eli kau mai!               

                                                    

                                                    

                     E Pele e!                      

                     O Goddess of the burning stones,

                     Let awe possess me!            

 

                                       Ancient Hawaiian prayer.  Ref: SNv124.


 

 

 

                  Invocations, Pleas, Poems, praise, prayers, Hymns and Other Homage to HER:               

 

the Goddess named:   Rhea

                          To the Goddess named ‑ Rhea

 

 

                            Earth sends up fruits,

                            and so praise Earth, 

                            The Mother.          

 

                                                          Invocation of Rhea,

                                 Quoted in The Book of Goddesses and Heroines

                                                        by Patricia Monaghan.


 

 

                  Invocations, Pleas, Poems, praise, prayers, Hymns and Other Homage to HER:               

 

the Goddess named:   Sedna

                          Of the Goddess named ‑ Sedna

 

 

   One day in the village of the people there was famine. The people packed and left in fear. One young girl went back to get something she needed. She

was a special girl because she was adopted after losing her family. Being a girl she was extra from the gate. She had to eat handouts and sleep wherever

she was accepted. Anyway when she came back to the boats they had left her. She saw them off aways and swam out to catch them. When she caught up, they

would not let her get in the boats. She hung on the side of a boat and pleaded. They cut her fingers off to make her let go. She became angry and

told them to go to their new home and she would live in the sea. She told them they would not hunt until they treated her right. She made her fingers that

were cut off into walrus, seal and fish. She told them not to come to the hunter that did not have proper respect. She then went to the bottom of the

sea to live. Any hunters that died while hunting properly lived with her and combed her hair with their fingers because she had none. Any hunter that did

not hunt properly and show respect to the one that will send them their food would starve, and their family too.

 

   So say your prayers to Sedna if you wish to enjoy life now and later.

 

                     Hand written for Katherine Singleton, Branwen's Day 1992,

                       by Patrick Joseph Oskollkoff of the Athabascan people.

 

 

                                    NOTES

extra from the gate: extra means "another mouth to feed", unnecessary,

unwanted, lower than a slave; from the gate, perhaps a racing metaphor,

signifies "from the beginning, from birth". If the first birth in a family

was a girl Inuit tribes exposed the baby on the ice.

To the Goddesses named --Seirenes
Cronos Odysseus, steer your boat
Toward Silver Island whence we sing:
Here you shall pass your days.

Through a thick-growing alder-wood
We clearly see, but are not seen,
Hid in a golden haze.

Our hair the hue of barley sheaf,
Our eyes the hue of blackbird's egg,
Our cheeks like asphodel.

Here the wild apple blossoms yet,
Wrens in the silver branches play
And prophesy you well.

Here nothing ill or harsh is found.
Cronos Odysseus, steer your boat
Across these placid straits.

With each of us in turn to lie
Taking your pleasure on young grass
That for your coming waits.

No grief nor gloom, sickness nor death
Disturbs our long tranquility;
No treachery, no greed.

Compared with this, what are the plains
Of Elis, where you ruled as king?
A wilderness indeed.

A starry crown awaits your head,
A hero feast is spread for you:
Swineflesh, milk and mead.

"The Sirens' Welcome To Cronos" by Robert Graves,
from The White Goddess


 

 

 

                  Invocations, Pleas, Poems, praise, prayers, Hymns and Other Homage to HER:               

 

the Goddess named:   Shen-Nu

                        To the Goddess named ‑ Shen‑Nu

 

     The small woman of Shaman Mountain goes off

          screened by clouds:

     The winds of spring shoot out pine flowerets

          on the mountain.

     Alone She pierces the green canopy ‑ a fragrance heading

          straight for home:

     A white horse and flowered pole go before ‑

          thrusting and thrusting.

 

     The wind is mild on the Kiang in Shu, the water

          like netted gauze ‑

     Yet who else could make sail on a fallen orchid

          to cross over it?

     The cinnamon trees on a southern hill lie dead

          for that lady

     Whose cloudy blouse is slightly stained from

          pink pomade blossoms.

 

     commentary:

 

     The rainbow Goddess leaves the shamanka's alter,

          darting through the clouds.

     Her ardent body bursts the pine catkins as She passes.

     She swoops up through the forest canopy, trailing

          sweet odors.

     She is preceded by a ceremonial steed, rigged with Her

          flowery insignia.

 

     The great Yangtze by Her home in the gorge is calm.

     Yet who will risk crossing it on a flower petal to meet

          Her ‑ only the Goddess is capable of the feat.

     The evergreen cinnamons perish at Her approach ‑ the touch

          of the love Goddess is dangerous.

     Her light shift is inevitably spotten with safflower,

          from which the rouge of courtesans is made.

 

                                       "The Departure Song of Divine Strings"

               by Li Ho, translation and commentary by Edward H. Schafer from

                   The Divine Woman, Dragon Ladies and Rain Maidens pp 104‑5.

 


 




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