O Dionysos Dreilos, as you once distracted
Oineus, King over the Kalydonians, with your
miraculous vine so that he would absent
himself from his home and leave his lovely
Althaia safe in your hands, I ask that you place a
hedge of protection around NN and myself
as we prepare to participate in the mysteries of
golden Aphroditē; may there be no interruption
from humans; may no spiritual entities have
the power to intrude into this space, or fill our minds
with worry, random stresses of the day,
shame and anxiety, or deeply buried wounds
from long ago; may pollution, infirmities,
or other distractions not find their way through;
let only desire, enjoyment, connection, ecstasy,
and the other sweet handmaids of Kypris in,
O Dionysos Choiropsalas; and guide us, Orthos,
up the mountain to heights of sensation
and experience that we could scarcely dream of,
let alone attain on our own; and we shall thank you
with a proper libation when we have had our fill,
jointly offered, O Dionysos Olbiodōtes.