It’s a bad pain day, so I was up early reading when I came across this passage from the anonymous Stoic treatise Epitoma disciplinarum:

Rhythm is believed to be named after Rhythmonius, the son of Orpheus and Idomena, an Ismarian Nymph, as Nicocrates records in the book he wrote About Music. He records that the brother of Rhythmonus was Hymenes; and the son of Rhythmonius and Chloris, daughter of Tiresias, was Periclymenus, who first sang the deeds of heroes in musical songs. (10.1)

An Ismarian Nymph, you say? This would be another example of Orpheus mating with a Sovereignty Goddess. Interesting.

I would like to take a moment to remind folks that the truly important things cannot be purchased at Walmart, Amazon, or Etsy – in fact they can’t be bought or sold at all. These are the gifts of the Gods, the necessities of a life well-lived – and none among the Blessed Immortals is more generous than Dionysos. As his epiklesis πολυγηθες implies his gifts are beyond number. Here are just a few of them.

Fruitfulness
When Liber had come as a guest to Oeneus, son of Parthaon, he fell in love with Althaea, daughter of Thestius and wife of Oeneus. When Oeneus realized this, he voluntarily left the city and pretended to be performing sacred rites. But Liber lay with Althaea, who became mother of Deïanira. To Oeneus, because of his generous hospitality, he gave the vine as a gift, and showed him how to plant it, and decreed that its fruit should be called ‘oinos’ from the name of his host. (Hyginus, Fabulae 129)

Vine-cutting
It was during the reign of Pandion that Demeter and Dionysos came to Attika. Keleus welcomed Demeter to Eleusis, and Ikarios received Dionysos, who gave him a vine-cutting and taught him the art of making wine. Ikarios was eager to share the God’s kindness with mankind, so he went to some shepherds, who, when they had tasted the drink and then delightedly and recklessly gulped it down undiluted, thought they had been poisoned and slew Ikarios. But in the daylight they regained their senses and buried him. As his daughter was looking for him, a dog named Maira, who had been Ikarios’ faithful companion, unearthed the corpse; and Erigone, in the act of mourning her father, hanged herself. (Apollodoros, Bibliotheca 2.192)

Washings
At the time when Father Liber was leading his army into India, Silenus wandered away; Midas entertained him generously, and gave him a guide to conduct him to Liber’s company. Because of this favour, Father Liber gave Midas the privilege of asking him for whatever he wanted. Midas asked that whatever he touched should become gold. When he had been granted the wish, and came to his palace, whatever he touched became gold. When now he was being tortured with hunger, he begged Liber to take away the splendid gift. Liber bade him bathe in the River Pactolus, and when his body touched the water it became a golden colour. The river in Lydia is now called Chrysorrhoas or Golden-Flow. (Pseudo-Hyginus, Fabulae 191)

Consecrations
The wife of Dion, king of Laconia, was Iphitea, daughter of Prognaus, who had kindly received Apollo. In return Apollo rewarded her by conferring upon her three daughters (Orphe, Lyco, and Carya) the gift of prophecy on condition, however, that they should not betray the Gods nor search after forbidden things. Afterwards Bacchus also came to the house of Dion; he was not only well received, like Apollo, but won the love of Carya, and therefore soon paid Dion a second visit, under the pretext of consecrating a temple, which the king had erected to him. Orphe and Lyco, however, guarded their sister, and when Bacchus had reminded them, in vain, of the command of Apollo, they were seized with raging madness, and having gone to the heights of Taygetus, they were metamorphosed into rocks. Carya, the beloved of Bacchus, was changed into a walnut tree, and the Lacedaemonians, on being informed of it by Artemis, dedicated a temple to Artemis Caryatis. (Maurus Servius Honoratus, Commentary on the Eclogues of Vergil 8.29)

Initiation Rites
Out of gratitude to Charops for the aid the man had rendered him during his war with Lykourgos, Dionysos made over to him the kingdom of the Thracians and instructed him in the secret rites connected with the initiations; and Oiagros, the son of Charops, then took over both the kingdom and the initiatory rites which were handed down in the mysteries, the rites which afterwards Orpheus, the son of Oiagros, who was the superior of all men in natural gifts and education, learned from his father; Orpheus also made many changes in the practices and for that reason the rites which had been established by Dionysos were also called ‘Orphic.’ (Diodoros Sikeliotes, Library of History 3.65.5-6)

Intoxication
Pholos the Centaur received Herakles with all the courtesies due a guest, and opened for him a jar of wine which had been buried in the earth. This jar, the writers of myths relate, had of old been left with a certain Centaur by Dionysos, who had given him orders only to open it when Herakles should come to that place. And so, four generations after that time, when Herakles was being entertained as a guest, Pholos recalled the orders of Dionysos. Now when the jar had been opened the sweet odour of the wine, because of its great age and strength, came to the Centaurs dwelling near there, it came to pass that they were driven mad; consequently they rushed in a body to the dwelling of Pholos and set about plundering him of the wine in a terrifying manner. (Diodoros Sikeliotes, Library of History 4.12.3)

Prophecy
They celebrate orgies, well worth seeing, in honor of Dionysos, but there is no entrance to the shrine, nor have they any image that can be seen. The people of Amphikleia say that this God is their prophet and their helper in disease. The diseases of the Amphikleans themselves and of their neighbors are cured by means of dreams. The oracles of the God are given by the priest, who utters them when under the divine inspiration. (Pausanias, Description of Greece 10.33.11)

Binding
Such gifts as Dionysos gave to men, a joy and a sorrow both. Who ever drinks to fullness, in him wine becomes violent and binds together his hands and feet, his tongue also and his wits with fetters unspeakable, and soft sleep embraces him. (Hesiod, Catalogues of Women fragment 87)

Loosening
Dionysos is the giver of release, whence the God is also called Lusios. And Orpheus says: “Men performing rituals will send hekatombs in every season throughout the year and celebrate festivals, seeking release from lawless ancestors. You, having power over them, whomever you wish you will release from harsh toil and the unending goad.” (Damascius, Commentary on the Phaedo 1.11)

Crowning
This is thought to be Ariadne’s crown, placed by Father Liber among the constellations. For they say that when Ariadne wed Liber on the island of Dia, and all the Gods gave her wedding gifts, she first received this crown as a gift from Venus and the Hours. But, as the author of the Cretica says, at the time when Liber came to Minos with the hope of lying with Ariadne, he gave her this crown as a present. Delighted with it, she did not refuse the terms. It is said, too, to have been made of gold and Indian gems, and by its aid Theseus is thought to have come from the gloom of the labyrinth to the day, for the gold and gems made a glow of light in the darkness. (Hyginus, Astronomica 2.5)

Gnosis
Aristaios received especial honour as a God, in particular by those who harvested the fruit of the olive-tree. And finally, as the myths relate, he visited Dionysos in Thrace and was initiated into his secret rites, and during his stay in the company of the God he learned from him much useful knowledge. And after dwelling some time in the neighbourhood of Mount Haimos he never was seen again of men, and became the recipient of immortal honours not only among the barbarians of that region but among the Greeks as well. (Diodoros Sikeliotes, Library of History 4.81.1)

Contests
Nearby is the temple of Dionysos Kolonates (of the Knoll), by which is a precinct of the hero who they say guided Dionysos on the way to Sparta. To this hero sacrifices are offered before they are offered to the God by the daughters of Dionysos and the daughters of Leukippos. For the other eleven ladies who are named daughters of Dionysos there is held a footrace; this custom came to Sparta from Delphoi. (Pausanias, Description of Greece 3.13.7)

Blighting
When Bacchus sought to bring drought to the land of Argos he cried, ‘Ye rustic Nymphae, deities of the streams, no small portion of my train, fulfil the task that I now do set you. Stop fast with earth awhile the Argolic river-springs, I beg, and the pools and running brooks … The stars lend their strong influence to my design, and the heat-bringing hound of my Erigone is foaming. Go then of your goodwill, go into the hidden places of earth.’ (Statius, Thebaid 4. 684)

Here’s a collection of links relevant to the Starry Bear tradition. Appropriate since this is the time of year when we honor Dionysos as Óðr.

Oh, WordPress stats – you gave me an early Foundation Day present.

Apparently I got some traffic from a blog post entitled “Nazis do not belong in Hellenism” wherein it was argued that I’m one because I wrote this piece where I advocate for personal liberty, women’s rights and condemn France for banning the burka.

I may have read the wrong history books but I do not recall those being the positions of the National Socialist German Worker’s Party. Rather the opposite, I’d have sworn.

Oh well. I love women, and everything about them. (Mostly.) They can dress however they please, whether that’s covered head to toe or titties flapping in the wind. More to the point, it’s none of my damned business how another dresses and comports. Sure, I have opinions. (And the fashion sense of a bisexual male.) But that’s all they are, and I’d never dream of imposing them on another. Unless we’re doing ritual together, in which case you’ve got to wear black, red, white or gold, and nothing else. Because– tradition!

One of the customs we carried over into Foundation Day from earlier winter festivals such as Brumalia, Saturnalia and Kalends is the giving of strenae (“good luck presents.”)

If you aren’t sure what to get the Dionysian in your life, might I recommend one of our Year 4 calendars which have most of his major festivals converted from their lunar dates, something that will prove helpful whether or not their practice is informed by the Starry Bull tradition. I’ve still got a few left from the initial run and won’t be printing more once those all sell out.

If you don’t currently have a Dionysian in your life leave a comment below and y’all can do a gift exchange. I recommend that these be small presents (under $20) and even better something hand made, and filled with prayer and good wishes for the year to come. Normal warnings about strangers on the internet and giving out personal information apply. Just because someone is a reader of this blog does not make them a good or trustworthy individual. (Though it does suggest they have impeccable taste.)

And finally, if you want to gift your humble author and ἱεροποιός (temple steward) a little something something you’re welcome to send donations via Paypal to sannion@gmail.com. I assure you that all donations will either be spent on offerings for the temple, books or drugs.

On the Bakcheion calendar today marks the beginning of our Foundation Day festival, which continues roughly for the next two and a half weeks.

Foundation Day is a modern observance of our temple, combining elements from several ancient Dionysian winter holidays such as Brumalia, Haloa, the Kalendae Ianuariae, etc. Although the bulk of our rites are carried out on December 31st each day from now until then is dedicated to a different letter of the Greek alphabet, with attendant activities and themes for reflection.

If you can’t keep all of the days it’s recommended that you pick the one whose letter begins your name and do something extravagant at that time. For instance since I’m Sannion I would choose Σίγμα – which happens to fall on Christmas. What day is yours?

Anyway, have fun as we count down the remainder of the year and prepare to commemorate the establishment of our temple, the Hudson Valley Bakcheion.

We just finished our ritual for the 4th week of Sunwait, a modern Heathen custom counting down the time until Yule.

In addition to copious prayers and offerings to our assorted Gods and Ancestors, we placed the first batch of Bakcheion calendars on the shrine so that they could be charged with blessings and protections for the recipients in the year to come, before they get shipped out tomorrow.

It was a lovely and moving rite that called to mind previous Yule observances and put me in the mood for celebrating this festival with my household once again.

I hope all of my readers are doing well this season and that luck, health and wealth be yours in the year to come!

I’m currently reading a couple articles y’all might find interesting. First, a general overview of Boötes and its related constellations, and secondly E. Antonello’s suggestion that roughly 5,000 years ago Ursa Major and Minor appeared closer to Boötes than they presently do.

While beatboxing with Siri can be fun I have a better game to play.

Spot those Toys!

Each of the videos on this playlist feature at least 3 or 4 of the Toys of Dionysos – and some contain all. Can you find them?

If you’re still interested in getting a Year 4 (2022 e.v.) Bakcheion calendar shoot me an email and I’ll give you payment details. I’ll be sending the files to the printer over the weekend and mailing out the calendars early next week. I won’t be doing a large print run on these (unless I suddenly get a lot of requests) so don’t hesitate, or you may miss out!

Music is an essential part of my devotional practice, and over the years I’ve assembled numerous playlists for Dionysos. (And before YouTube and MP3s there were mix-tapes – with actual cassettes even!)

Here’s a couple I’d like to share with you today.

Dionysos Bakcheios

Dionysos Lusios

Primal Dionysos (created by Dver; stolen by me)

Starry Bull myth mix

Starry Bear

Black Sun

Fun fact! The upcoming year requires intercalation, meaning we’ll have thirteen lunar months this time around to keep things synched with the solar cycle.

Some ancient Greek systems just repeated the final month*, while others gave the extra month its own name. The Bakcheion follows the latter custom, calling it Eriaphioteion after the Dionysian epiklesis Eriaphiotes meaning “insewn” or “stitched together,” since he was snatched from the smouldering wreckage of his mother Semele and placed in an artificial womb in his father Zeus’ thigh to finish gestating.

As a consequence of this most of our festivals (with the exception of Foundation Day, which is always on January 1st) will be about 3-4 weeks earlier than normal. Without this adjustment, however, we’d have seasonal creep resulting in Anthesteria being celebrated in autumn, or worse!

And note that this calendar, and its sequence of festivals, is just for the Bakcheion and those who wish to follow along – it is not in use by Hellenic polytheists or Dionysians in general, nor does it represent the “official” calendar of the Starry Bull tradition as a whole, although Starry Bull myth and cosmology definitely provides the backdrop for it. But different groups and streams of the tradition will have their own festival-cycles, calendars, etc. Anyone is welcome to use it, of course, it just has no binding authority outside the temple.

* A notable exception being the Rhodians who put their Embólimos or repeated month between the 6th and 7th.

Question for those who have pre-ordered a Bakcheion Year Four (2022 e.v.) calendar; and if you haven’t, you should do so soon! – do you want me to include a little pamphlet explaining how it works (largely recapping the info found here) and listing the feast days for the Heroes and Heroines (not marked on the calendar, as there are just too many of them) or will the calendars by themselves be fine? Without the pamphlets I could probably have things ready to ship by the end of the week, though it might take a little longer if I need to put them together.

Edited to add: No one requested the pamphlets so I’m going to print the calendars without them. If you have any questions consult the Bakcheion site or shoot me an email.

I was a kid when Empire came out, so didn’t really get a lot of the broader themes explored therein, but I was sooo into it, playing the cassette over and over until my step-father would pound on my door demanding I put something else on or he’d beat me retarded with his belt. I loved the symbol on the cover, and created a superhero (basically a Batman knockoff) who used it as his emblem, complete with shuriken and a car in that shape. About six months later I discovered Nirvana, Mother Love Bone, Green River and other bands in the local grunge scene (I was living in Everett at the time, roughly 30 miles from Seattle) and pretty much forgot about Queensrÿche altogether.

Recently, however, a bout of nostalgia led me down a Queensrÿche rabbit hole and I found myself appreciating them in ways I never had before, including songs that had left me cold and utterly indifferent. Some of their songs even feel more relevant with the shit going on today than when they were written (the whole Operation: mindcrime album is particularly prescient.)

But the song I’ve been listening to the most is “Silent Lucidity,” which, for some reason is giving me strong Dionysos vibes, though mostly in the past this song has made me think of Hermes.

WordPress recommended this link on my last post, wherein I made some rather smart remarks to some interesting theological questions put to me by an old friend. Enjoy.

I’m stoned and hit post too soon. Sorry.

But anyway… you’ll note that the Fury-like attendant weighs his liver along with his heart, since it was the seat of Darnell’s thumos. In my Bacchic Orphic soul-parts system, however, the thumos is located in the heart not the liver. Ancient Greek sources differ on the matter so I just went with the organ that made the most sense to me, even if this contradicted what I had previously written.

And as for why she has an aardvark at her feet, well, that’s a mystery you’ll have to read the book the poem was originally published in to understand. In fact you should probably read the entire ‘Nykteliad’ Poetic Cycle if you haven’t already. (And that’s the current official order in which they should be read; disregard previous suggestions. Consistency is highly over-rated. Panta chōrei, bitches.)

Galina mentioned this poem in the comments to my post on Bacchic Orphic eschatology, so I decided to repost it. A couple notes may prove helpful.

First, the title is a quote by Pablo Neruda which can be Englished as, “There is a certain pleasure in madness, which only the madman knows.”

Secondly, it’s a riff on the interrogation scene found in the Gold Leaves, combined with the Oath of the Initiates from Euripides’ Cretans. (And some Matrix allusions, natch.) Although the Gold Leaves do not identify the underworld interlocutors I went with the tradition where the three sons of Zeus – Minos, Rhadamanthys and Aiakos – are responsible for passing judgment on the souls in Haides. They are aided in this process by the enigmatic figure seen flogging the initiate/bride in the fresco of the Villa dei Misteri at Pompeii, whom some identify as Dike, Nemesis or the Etruscan Vanth. I have my own theories on who she is, and how she came into the Bacchic orbit, but I’ll save those for another time.

And thirdly, the poem contains the message that we should not root our identities in the ephemeral things of this world, but in divine things that will abide even beyond the grave – which is why the ivy-shaped lamellae buried with the initiates are inscribed on gold foil, one of the purest and most enduring of metals.

Darnell approached the Table of Judgment
behind which sat the Three Kings,
Minos, Rhadamanthys and Aiakos
who were sober and somber and severe men,
famed even in life for their wisdom and equanimity. (Mostly.)
The Zeus Below had put them in charge
of weighing the souls and assigning the lots
of all those who entered his Kingdom,
and they were very diligent in executing their duties,
especially when it came to doling out punishment.

Beside them stood a Black woman
blacker than the Midnight Sun,
with hair the color of a corpse-eating
blue bottle fly, a silver sword sharp like desire
and shaped like the Moon’s crescent,
a perfectly balanced scale
made of a man’s ribcage and tendons,
a gown of fingernails,
a blindfold soaked in blood,
and at her feet lay a giant, snarling aardvark.

“Mr. Anderson, would you please seat yourself
on the Table of Judgment so that we may begin?”
Aiakos’ voice was cold, clinical
and strangely comforting to Darnell.

“Lay back, if you would.”
Darnell did as he was bid,
the table hard and chill
despite the room’s balmy temperature,
and waited for the next instruction,
but none came.

Instead the monstrous woman stepped forward,
placed an even colder hand upon his throat
to ensure he did not move,
and then sunk her sword deep into his chest.
With ferocious force she then dragged the blade down to his crotch,
easily parting muscle and bone until he was splayed open
like a half-dressed deer.
She then reached into his cavity,
pushed aside fat and organs
until she clasped his heart in her fist and drew it out.

“Please be done with that screaming, Mr. Anderson.”
The iron beneath his velvet voice made it clear
that Minos was not asking. “It will not
accomplish anything, and you are already dead,
so while this may hurt tremendously it will not kill you.”

The heart landed in the bone basket with a squelching sound
and Darnell could not help himself, and burst out laughing.

“Do you find this scenario humorous, Mr. Anderson?”
There was no amusement in Rhadamanthys’ voice.

Darnell recovered from another screaming bout,
then chuckled and said, “Yeah, a little bit.”

The woman was digging around,
blindly searching for his liver,
the seat of thumos,
so that it too could be weighed.

“I mean, I spent my whole life being judged by old White guys,
why should things be any different here?”

She found it, yanked it free,
and Darnell screamed some more.
Once he re-caught his breath, he said,
“I didn’t give a shit then,
and I’m not going to start now.”

Aiakos steepled his fingers and said, “We can be very creative.”
Darnell spat blood at him. “Do your worst, bitches.
Do you know who I am, really?
Not this ‘Mr. Anderson’ guy you keep calling me.
I got blood of the Titans in my veins,
I’m a child of Earth and motherfucking Starry Heaven.
There is no suffering alien to me,
and no joy.
I devoured them all, for I am a mailed Bakchos
of the midnight-hunting Zagreus who roars!
I have felt the thunderstrike that frees;
I have stepped from the crown and fallen into milk;
I have danced among the fire-breathing stars;
I have risen with the flowers and trees;
I have drunk the blessed wine of madness.
My name? I am Asterion, the Starry One;
and don’t you forget it.”

The Hall of Judgment
and everything in it disappeared then
and Darrell was alone
with only Dionysos in the darkness,
and his God smiled, and said,
“I was hoping you would say that.”