




lunedì 24 dicembre 2012

December 25th: Sol Invictus

December 25th is dedicated to "Sol Invictus" (Invincible Sun) celebrating the perpetual light's vitality.

This is a particularly old festivity already known and celebrated by ancient egyptians: divine energy "Earth's Heart" or "Intelligent Light" flows into a sacred cone shaped stone (Betilus - Gods' See) or in black stones or flash stones.

Sol Invictus was a special protector of the Emperor and the entire Roman Empire.

In this day an omnipotent, eternal and universal single sole God is celebrated whose most splendid manifestation is the Sun. This Great One has the Substance which Gods are formed of.

For this reason, christianity took possession of this ancient pagan festivity making it coincide with Christmas and the Jesus' birth.

It is important to note that the concept of Sun celebrated in this day is not referred to the Sun as "astronomical object", or the star everyone can see in the sky - the sole sun the profane people can perceive, but as "divine entity", but the so-called "Third Sun", "The Centre of the Universe, "The Divine Entity". I suggest for any further detail the reading of the text by the Emperor Julian "Hymn To King Helios". This well-known hymn by Proclus can be used as correct invocation.
Proclus; Hymn to Helios

Hearken, king of noeric fire, Titan holding the golden bridle,
and channel off from above a rich stream of harmony into the material worlds.
Hearken: for you, being above the middlemost seat of aether
and in possession of the very brilliant disk,
the heart of the cosmos, have filled everything
with your intellect-awakening providence.
The planets, girded with your ever-blooming torches,
through unceasing and untiring dances
always send life-producing drops down for earthlings.
Under the influence of your chariot’s returning courses
everything that is born has sprouted up according to the ordinance of the Seasons.
The din of the elements clashing with each other
stopped once you appeared from your unspeakable begetter.
For you the unshakeable choir of the Moirai has yielded.
Back again they wind the thread of compelling  destiny,
when you wish it.
From your chain the king of the song that obeys the divine, Phoibos, sprung forth.
Singing inspired songs to the accompaniment of the kithara
he calms the great wave of deep-roaring becoming.
and he imposed his health by filling the wide cosmos with harmony wholly devoid of harm.
People honour you in hymns as the famous father of Dionysus.
whereas others praise you as pretty Adonis.
who prepare evil for our miserable souls,
in order that forever, in the gulf of heavy-resounding life,
they suffer once they have fallen under the yoke of the body
with the result that they forget the bright-shining court of the lofty Father.
image of the all-creating god, uplifter of souls,
hearken and always purify me of every fault;
receive my tearful supplication,
pull me out of baneful defilement and keep me far from the punishing deities
while mollifying the swift eye of Justice that sees all.
May you always through your evil-averting help
give holy light rich with blessings to my soul,
once you have scattered the man-destroying poisonous mist,
and to my body fitness and gift-bestowing health;
bring me to glory, that in accord with the traditions of my fore fathers
I may cultivate the gifts of the Muses with pretty locks.
from the spindles of destiny that revolve in helices,
ward it off yourself with your mighty radiance.

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