Hail! Sabazios! Hail! the Serpent-Soldier, who slays Himself! Hail! to the god of the space between all things!
My god Sabazios has been getting all kinds of awesome press this week, and has been present in not a few people’s lives in big and transformative ways recently, in many of His myriad forms.
PSVL shares with us a poetic praise piece:
Upon his horse, he defeats serpents,
horned and hooded, vipers and pythons,
but upon the earth and within it
he is the Serpent Itself.
He passes, golden, between the breasts
of the initiates, through their hearts,
and emerges below, whether male or female
or neither, from the region of their sexes.
The burrows through the earth he makes
are the trackways to Hades and Tartaros;
the ways he clears through our hearts
are devotion and virtue and good speech.
Thracians have known this for centuries;
Bithynians and Phrygians as well,
Karians and Lykians and far-off Scythians,
Keltoi and Galatians, and even the Greeks.
Through Meroe of Nubia and Egypt,
the Samothracian isles, and ancient Canaan,
through the marbled streets of Rome
and the forests of Gaul and Germania.
From the pristine landscapes of Hyperborea
to the titan-haunted halls of Olympus
the fame of Sabazios as serpent
is older than Chronos and Kairos.
His flitting tongue upon ears
is the beginnings of prophecy;
his venom in the veins
is intoxication and madness;
his coiling around the finger
is mastery of spear and sword;
his trampling underfoot
is the beginning of liberation.
(But is it the hero who tramples him
or is it he who tramples himself?
Only the eyes of a shadow can see it,
can know it with certainty.)
Through the breasts of gods, even,
he has wound his serpentine way…
therefore, for him this day
may offerings and praise be gathered!
And over at the Cave of Night we have a piece linking to the above, and praising the God Who Rides in some of his other forms, through Thracian to Samothracian to Phrygian to Egyptian expressions of divine being.
Very soon I will be making some updates to the website that I put up for Him, Sanctus Σαβάζιος, but in the meantime I look fondly on the wooden St. George curio cabinet hanging to the side of this room in my new home, smiling at the image, knowing that it is none other than He who resides within it.