I put together two sets of beatitudes for the Hieros Logos, incorporating material from Euripides’ Bakchai. Such μακάριος statements were popular in antiquity (most people are probably familiar with Jesus’ collection of them from the Sermon on the Mount) especially in mystery cults which promised such blessedness through initiation.

Beatitudes I

Blessed are the dancers and those who are purified,
who dance on the hill in the holy dance of Dionysos.

Blessed are those who can laugh in the ruins,
for joy has found a place where certainty collapsed.

Blessed are those who step beyond themselves in ecstasy,
for they remember they were never only one thing.

Blessed are the undone and unmade,
the ones who have lost their old names,
for they are being shaped again by the hidden God.

Blessed are those who drink deeply of life without pretending it is safe,
for they know that the sweetness and the peril are one cup.

Blessed are those who surrender control without surrendering love,
for they enter the truth that cannot be commanded.

Blessed are those who are torn open by experience,
for they will receive not ruin, but becoming.

Blessed are those who pass through madness and return with song,
for they carry fire that can consume the world.

Blessed are those who keep a small flame of hope when everything else
goes dim, for they will recognize dawn when it comes.

And blessed are those who recognize the God in mask and stranger,
for they have seen the sacred when others were blind to it.

Beatitudes II

Blessed are the thyrsos-bearers, those who wield
in their hands the holy wand of God.

Blessed are the wanderers, the outcast, the unclaimed,
for Dionysos walks closest beside them.

Blessed are those who do not rush to be seen,
for they will learn the shape of their own soul.

Blessed are those who begin again after failure,
for they know the secret of renewal.

Blessed are those who remember that they are more
than their suffering, for their soul is older than its wounds.

Blessed are those who release illusion,
for they make room for truth to arrive.

Blessed are the ones who listen more than they speak,
for they will hear what is hidden beneath words.

Blessed are those who descend without fear,
for they will find hidden springs of wealth.

Blessed are those who endure the long inner night,
for they will recognize the coming of the dawn.

Blessed are those who wear the ivy-crown of the God,
blessed, blessed are they: Dionysos is their God!