Prayer to Selene

This particular prayer is meant to be used to help bolster any magical working, but I found it particularly effective on its own for the aid of prophetic dream. Repeat over nine nights with a gift for Selene: spring water and a fumigate of Benzoin, Frankincense, Myrrh, Sage, and the pit of a Pear or Pomegranate seeds. Ask for the gift of knowing dreams, and charge an amulet or stone in the smoke and spring water to take to bed.

Come to me, O beloved mistress, Three-faced

Selene; kindly hear my sacred chants;

Night's ornament, young, bringing light to mortals,

O chid of morn who ride upon fierce bulls,

O queen who drive your cart on equal course

With Helios, who with the triple forms

Of triple Graces dance in revel with

The stars. You're Justice and the Moira's threads:

Klotho and Lachcsis and Atropos

Three-headed, you're Persephone, Megaira,

Allekto, many-formed, who arm your hands

With dreaded, murky lamps, who shake your locks

Of fearful serpents on your brow; who sound

The roar of bulls out from your mouths, whose womb

Is decked out with the scales of creeping things,

With poisonous rows of serpents down the back,

Bound down your backs with horrifying chains

Night-Crier, bull-faced, loving solitude,

Bull-headed, you have eyes of bulls, the voice

Of dogs; you hide your forms in shanks of lions

Your ankle is wolf-shaped, fierce dogs are dear

To you, wherefore they call you Hekate,

Many-named, Mene, cleaving air just like

Dart-shooter, Artemis, Persephone,

Shooter of deer, night shining, triple-sounding,

Triple-headed, triple-voiced Sclcnc

Triple-pointcd, triple-faced, triple-necked,

And goddess of the triple ways, who hold

Untiring flaming fire in triple baskets,

And you who oft frequent the triple way

And rule the triple dccadcs, unto me

Who'm calling you be gracious and with kindness

Give heed, you who protect the spacious world

At night, before whom daimons quake in fear

And gods immortal tremble, goddess who

Exalt men, you of many names, who hear

Fair offspring, bull-eyed, horned, mother of gods

And men, and Nature. Mother of all things,

For you frequent Olympos, and the broad

And boundless chasm you traverse. Beginning

And end are you, and you alone rule all.

For all things are from you; and in you do

All things, Eternal one, come to their end.

As everlasting I band around your temples You wear great Kronos' chains, unbreakable

And unremovable, and you hold in

Your hands a golden scepter. Letters 'round

Your scepter; Kronos wrote himself and gave to you to wear that all things stay steadfast:

Subduer and subdued, mankind's subduer,

And force-subduer; Chaos, too, you rule.

Hail, goddess, and attend your epithets,

I burn for you this spice, O child of Zeus,

Dart-shooter; heav'nly one, goddess of harbors,

Who roam the mountains, goddess of crossroads,

O nether and nocturnal, and infernal,

Goddess of dark, quiet and frightful one,

O you who have your meal amid the graves

Night, Darkness, broad Chaos: Necessity

Hard to escape arc you; you're Moira and 1

Erinys,' torment, Justice and Destroyer,

And you keep Kerberos in chains, with scales

Of serpents are you dark, O you with hair

Of serpents, serpent-girded, who drink blood,

Who bring death and destruction, and who feast

On hearts, flesh eater, who devour those dead

Untimely, and you who make grief resound

And spread madness, come to my sacrifices,

And now for me do you fulfill this matter.

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