Libation to HERA

Sponsored by the Artemis Mounykhia Proto-demos and Eranos

 

Held on January 13, 3007

 

 

Officiate 1:

"By the gods, let the profane ones depart!"

 

Officiate 2:

"Hear us on this day, great Hera."

 

Everyone:

"Hear us"

 

Officiate 2:

"We sing of you, golden-throned Hera, whom Rhea bare. Queen of the immortals is she, surpassing all in beauty: she is the sister and the wife of loud-thundering Zeus, -- the glorious one whom all the blessed throughout high Olympus reverence and honor even as Zeus who delights in thunder." (Homeric hymn, changed slightly)

 

Everyone:

"Hera, we sing your praises"

 

Officiate 2:

"May our libations today reach your lips"

 

Officiate 3 (with Officiate 2, Officiate 1, and anyone else alternately pouring):

A libation in your honor, Hera Boöpis, "cow-eyed"

 

Everyone:
”Hera, we honor you”

 

Officiate 3:

A libation in your honor, Hera Khera, "solitary"

 

Everyone:

”Hera, we honor you”

 

Officiate 3:

A libation in your honor, Hera Pais, "maiden"

 

Everyone:

“Hera, we honor you”

 

Officiate 3:

A libation in your honor, Hera Agreie, "of Argos"

 

Everyone:

”Hera, we honor you”

 

Officiate 3:

A libation in your honor, Hera Leukolenos, "white-armed"

 

Everyone:

“Hera, we honor you”

 

Officiate 3:

A libation in your honor, Hera Teleia, "accomplished"

 

 

Everyone:

“Hera, we honor you”

 

Officiate 3:

And finally, a libation in your honor, Hera Gamelia, "of marriage"

 

Everyone:

“Hera, we honor you”

 

Officiate 1:

"You are ensconced in darksome hollows, and airy is your form, O Hera, queen of all and blessed consort of Zeus. You send soft breezes to mortals, such as nourish the soul, and, mother of rains, you nurture the winds and give birth to all.  Without you there is neither life nor growth; and, mixed as you are in the air we venerate, you partake of all, and of all you are queen and mistress. You toss and turn with the rushing wind.

May you, O blessed goddess and many-named queen of all, come with kindness and joy on your lovely face."  (Orphic hymn, translation by A. Athanassakis)

 

 

[Any personal devotions, requests, stories, poetry or songs are made/read at this time.]

 

Officiate 2:

"Hail Hera, glorious goddess, mother of the Immortals. We shall assemble in your honor again."