Seventh day of Treasury Month Batrachion (VI) – Batrachia: Festival of Frogs (6/01/2017)
“Those who are weary of the turmoil which pours from the wounds of this world, those who seek a respite from the ills of pain and fear and death, turn away from the foul pollution that seeps into your hearts. You who would proclaim the names of the Theoi must be purified in the likeness of the Eternal Ones. Miasma has no end that is not won with the desires of your own seeking. Be still, My loves, and I shall wash away the uncleanliness.
“I know that deep inside you are afraid. Afraid of the battles ahead, for you have seen the tide rising upon the shore. But there is always the ebb and the flow. What is drawn in will be drawn out once more. This is the way of all things that live and breathe and die upon Gaea’s breast. There is only the change– the shifting, and the weaving of lives together into many intersecting journeys.
“To be prepared for your own journey, you must be cleansed of the rot which even now preys upon you like a swarm of maggots on decaying flesh. This is natural, but only when the flesh is dead. You, My loves, are still living, and within My sphere, and are to be protected, as I am your Protector. So, hear Me, and obey Me, and seek My holy katharmos.
“This I have said unto you, My loves. This is My desire, and if you desire to please Me, you shall do as I have commanded.”
I cannot see You, yet You lead me. Tugging my wrists, pushing at my back, dragging me along by my ears. I cannot hear You, yet You lead me. Whispering my thoughts, molding my guts, so many coincidences falling into place. I cannot feel You, yet You lead me. Rain showering katharmos, sun firing my consciousness, wind turning me toward You. I cannot show myself as Yours, am not always Yours, but You let me. Bringing You into this world in my empty arms and oh-so-full heart. Letting Your praises spill from my lips, purifying my thoughts, Yourself in my actions. This I pray, Lord Apollon, let me be ever more Yours.
— Atalanta [Day 1]