Host of Many: Hades and His Retinue
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Death.
As mortals we long for those who have been separated from us by the veil of death. We venerate ancestors, known and unknown; we grieve for love ones lost; we ready ourselves for death, or fear it deeply as the ultimate unknown.
In Hellenic tradition, the god who rules beyond the veil is called many things. Most often, He is referred to as Hades, a name also given to His realm. He is a somber god, for the most part, one too aware of the responsibilities He bears. But He has a queen by His side to share the burden, His beloved Persephone; and a host of attendants, such as the Ferryman, the Lord of Dreams, the Lord of Sleep, Mother Night, and His great three-headed guard dog.
In this volume, you will find poems and short stories, essays and rites which honor the God Below, the Lord of Riches, the Bearer of the Helm of Invisibility. For to fail to honor Him, to fail to recognize His inescapability, is to court disaster; even madness. For there is no avoiding death, and someday we shall all find ourselves His subjects.
Xaire, Haides and your host of many! May our inevitable knowledge of you not come too swiftly, or be delayed overlong past when mercy is preferable.
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Host of Many - Terence P. Ward
Dedication
To the Host and His Hostess,
and all those who have gone before
and wait for us beyond the gates.
pasted-image.tiffThe Gates of Hades — Memento Mori
by Nightshade Purplebroom
Table of Contents
Dedication
The Gates of Hades — Memento Mori
by Nightshade Purplebroom
Table of Contents
Introduction
Poetry
Hypnos
For Melinoe
by Jennifer Lawrence
Hymn to Melinoe III
by Rebecca Buchanan
Three Weeks in the Underworld —
by Nightshade Purplebroom
Hymn to Charon I
by Rebecca Buchanan
Library
by James B. Nicola
To Hypnos
by Ariadni Rainbird
Insomnia
by James B. Nicola
Prayer to Hypnos I
by Rebecca Buchanan
A Prayer for Life
by Anna Schoenbach
Birth Song
by Rebecca Buchanan
Hades' Lament
by Jennifer Lawrence
The Flowers Were Dark
by James B. Nicola
A Rainbow in the Shadows
by Hayley Arrington
To Plouton
by Ariadni Rainbird
Pluto
by Ashley Dioses
Hymn to Hades V
by Rebecca Buchanan
Remains
by Anna Schoenbach
Sisyphus Revisited
by James B. Nicola
To the Oneiri
by Ariadni Rainbird
Rites and Recipes
Cerberus
by Nightshade Purplebroom
Honoring Hades as a Household Patron
by Jamie Waggoner
Meeting Hades: A Meditation
by Rev. Amber Doty
Mint and Stone:
by Rebecca Buchanan
Pathworking to Face Kerberus
by Ariadni Rainbird
Yule: King in the Darkness
by Rev. Amber Doty
Myths
Pluto
by Jacopo Caraglio (1526)
Death’s Argument
by J. K. Bywaters
Fortune Teller
by Mark Mellon
The Haunting of Vipsania Licinia
by Rebecca Buchana
Essays
Thanatos
From the Temple of Artemis at Ephesus
(325-300 BCE)
The God at the Gate:
by Rebecca Buchanan
Hades the Sophist
by Edward P. Butler
Meeting the Ferryman
by Rebecca Buchanan
Wrestling with Thanatos:
by Iona Miller
Lethe
by Nightshade Purplebroom
Appendix A: Publication Credits
Appendix B: Our Contributors
Appendix C: About Bibliotheca Alexandrina
Introduction
Death is central to most mystery traditions, because it's the most obvious barrier preventing us to gather evidence about a particular question. As such, it is the figures who cross that barrier and return who are central: in Hellenic tradition Persephone, Orpheus, Dionysos, and others possess knowledge that the rest of us might ruminate upon but cannot fully comprehend until we experience it personally. Even Kerberos, guarding the gates, and Charon in his ferry know more about what lies beyond death than any living mortal.
The ancient Hellenes seem to have paid less attention to Haides than to his siblings. Perhaps it was out of fear of attracting his attention, as I'm sure I have seen written, but I think it was because he wasn't tinged with mystery in their eyes. This son of Rhea and Kronos never chooses to walk in the sunlit grottoes dear to his wife Persephone; nor does he snatch soul from expiring body, a task left for one of the psychopomps. Haides is so fully of the world beyond our own that his very name is sometimes given to that place.
As mortals we long for those who have been separated from us by the veil of death. We venerate ancestors, known and unknown; we grieve for love ones lost; we ready ourselves for death, or fear it deeply as the ultimate unknown. Death may be the mystery, but without a point of reference, I think the Hellenes preferred to cling to those who were passingly familiar: people and gods who passed into death, and returned. Certainly there are similar fixations in other traditions.
Curiously, the cult of Haides could well be stronger now in the twenty-first century than ever it was in the ancient world. What has changed? Are we rejecting the hope that is offered by those who cross that veil, or are we choosing instead to look more deeply at the universe, and direct our curiosity to that god who is central to death? I cannot say what the answer might be, but in the contributions to this work I see hints of an answer. Other clues might be present in the world itself: while these skilled writers and artists made their contributions before the pandemic during which I write these words, there have been signs and portents about powerful change spoken about by polytheists and pagans for some years.
The bodies pile up in my home state, and I expect this cycle will continue around the world for quite some time to come. I will not attempt to speak for those with better subtle senses than my own, but I look upon the sheer number of contributions to this book about a god seemingly neglected in days gone by, and I think this may itself be a sign.
Xaire, Haides and your host of many! May our inevitable knowledge of you not come too swiftly, or be delayed overlong past when mercy is preferable.
Terence P Ward
New Paltz, New York
April 27
In the year of Apollonian plague
Poetry
pasted-image.tiffHypnos
Currently on display at the British Museum
For Melinoe
by Jennifer Lawrence
you
following me through my dreams
through mirrors
through shadows
through doorways others left open
always half a step behind
always of the steady tread
never running, never halting
[pale as almonds dark as molasses
slow but swift calm in frenzy
whirlwind's shriek, snow's slow melt
calling madness, whippoorwill's cry
and under all the steady hum
the endless moan
the sound of dripping water
as tears collect in pools
in the cupped and hollow hands
of mourners who bend their heads to sip
and there is no contradiction
between the sorrow and they who sorrow
between the madness and the mad
between the terror and the fearful
because all are made one in you]
and i do not want to look behind
because that will be all that it takes
for you to catch up with me
and i don't yet know
who you are
why you follow me
and what you want with me
but at the same time
the me that is not the me in my dreams
but the me that watches that me in my dreams
recognizes that while you might inspire fear
in all your many shapes and forms
[leaping dolphin roaring leopard
tiger with sharp, bloodied claws
unnamed thing of shifting form and changing face
wraith revenant ghost specter shade monster]
that i need not fear you if i acknowledge you
turn to face you
wait for you with catching breath
honor you for who you are
[stepping silently through sun and shade
half of light and half of darkness
photo and negative in the same print
and sometimes in that darkness a pale sun
so bright it might blind those who gape too long]
and though you may wreath yourself round
with all the forgotten dead
though you may dance in nightmares
revel in terror
send shudders down my spine
wait patient and quiet in that hazy limbo
between deep sleep and whole awakening
still you do not need to exert yourself
to wreak terror on those who know you
and are unknowing alike
for when you step out every night
while ignorant mortals sleep
you have a more important task
than putting the fear of you into them:
[and let those fools sing honor to you
let the ones who know you not toil
with the need to learn of you
as i have toiled to know you,
you who understand my terror
you who knows the cause of my rage
you who comprehends my pain
you who recognize my despair]
you wander the world to gather to you
those who have passed on,
unwanted
outcast
forgotten
unlamented
unknown
maddened
bereft
and so there is no need to run from you
no need to try to hide my face from you
because eventually you will be there
on the night my pains and terrors end
the night my rage finds its target
the night my grief comes to its predetermined end
so you may collect me, too
Hymn to Melinoe III
by Rebecca Buchanan
a pale-faced woman
rides the back roads of midnight
the headlights of her motorcycle
sizzling and sparking
with infernal light
she wears saffron-bright silk and black leather
she smells of coal dust and sulfur
she carries a silver flask in each pocket
if you should meet her
at a bar or a crossroads or an interstate rest stop
surrounded by tired long-haul truckers and
screaming toddlers
and if
with a smile
she should offer you a sip
from one of her flasks —
— well
my advice
turn her down
but be polite about it
very polite
tell her your favorite dream
or your worst nightmare
there at the bar or the crossroads or the interstate
rest stop
surrounded by tired long-haul truckers and
screaming toddlers
and if
with a smile
she should turn and drive away —
— well
you’re safe
for now
Three Weeks in the Underworld —
To Cerberus
by Nightshade Purplebroom
*I*
On the night of the dark moon, I gathered the flowers of seven poisons:
The Murderess,
The Queen of Toads,
Dead Man's Bells,
Melampode,
The Herb of Circe,
The Devil's Pinwheel,
And that most elusive one of all —
Hecateis*
I sang to them of my sorrows and desires
Opening my heart to these wicked, grinning
blooms.
With a whisper of a kiss
I placed them under my pillow so that I may hear
them whisper back.
They edged their way into my dreams like demons
Curling and coiling around me.
All manner of ghoulish things crawled upon and
underneath my skin like shadows.
And as the shadows grew thicker, I began to fade
into blackness.
*II*
I spent three weeks in the underworld,
in the chasm that I would come to know as your
eyes.
Cerberus —
Menacing Hound of Hell.
I can still feel your hot breath upon my cheek
and your fur against my skin.
*III*
It was strange, walking through these infernal lands
So familiar to my senses-
Giant oak tree's bowed by the wind
Roadways twisted and curving
like ancient vines.
I stepped upon the leftwards road,
The path was filled with hissing serpents,
darkly poisons and brittle bones.
Shades clung to me as I walked
Their grave voices murmuring in my ears like croaking toads.
Maybe this was madness.
But still I walked along the crooked path.
*IV*
For three weeks I wandered in this dark abyss
searching for something that I had lost,
But I could not remember what it was.
Mighty hound of the deep, black pit
I could hear you pacing back and forth,
Your breath heavy and ponderous
Your monstrous claws upon the dirt.
*V*
I was lost in the stygian blackness,
Unable to find my way.
Filled with despair
for my trespass into these forbidden lands
I began to weep.
In the darkness I saw a flame but dared not take a step closer,
afraid of becoming consumed like a moth in the
fires of hell.
But I should have known
You cannot go to hell without getting burned.
It was then that I saw you and your gaping maw.
You were all hound,
Fur as black as the night
With jaws dripping aconite where you stood.
Hell-born Hound of the underworld,
I could feel your hunger.
I ripped out my own heart to glut your voracious
appetite
And you tasted my soul full of desolation and
longing.
*VI*
I stayed three weeks in the underworld
Tangled in the threads of fate,
Lost within your soft fur and poisons.