O firstborn Phanēs who handed the scepter of
rulership over to your daughter Nyx so that you
could explore the world that emerged from the Egg
along with you, hungry for experience and knowledge;
O Ancient of Days, Lord of Manifestations, Starry One,
you reveal yourself to the nations in ways that will be
understandable to them; so in Apulia you took on the
appearance of a bull with golden horns, and in Skythia
you showed yourself as a bear who feasts on honey,
while in Judaea you became a ram who frollicks
on the mountain at mid-day, and in many other places
you have been worshiped in many other guises,
and under many different names: so I ask you Mēdus,
Khoršŭ, Dhū-Šarā, Sabai, Petempamenti, Mekal,
‘Almaqah or however it pleases you to be called,
wise and wandering God, guide my steps
through confusion and change, you who walk
so easily between order and turbulence.
Let me see clearly what is hidden,
and trust the path unfolding before me.
Lead me with your wild wisdom,
toward truth, balance, and becoming,
and each day help me to be
the best version of myself I can.