Quando in un bosco ne percepisci la bellezza e diventi tutt'uno con il bosco, allora, intuitivamente, sei in armonia e in pace con le Dee e con gli Dei. Essi sono parte della nostra vera natura, la nostra Natura Profonda, e quando siamo separati dalla nostra vera natura, viviamo nella paura. Percepire questa normalità vuol dire dare un senso reale al vivere che è insito in tutte le cose.

Intraprendere la Via Romana al Divino significa iniziare un percorso di risveglio: praticando l'attenzione e la consapevolezza continua ci incamminiamo lungo una strada sapendo che ciò che conta è il cammino per sè più che la destinazione.

When you, entering a forest, perceive the beauty of the forest and you feel to be in a complete harmony with it, then, intuitively, you are in peace with the Deities. They are an essential part of our real nature, our Deep Nature, and when we are separated by our real nature we live in the fear. Perceiving such normality means giving a real sense to our lives.

Undertaking the Roman Via to the Deities implies a path to awakening: with the practice of continuing consciousness and awareness we undertake our walking knowing that taking the path is more important than the destination itself

mercoledì 3 aprile 2013

Orphic Hymn to Aphrodite - Venus

Aetherial, Illustrious, Laughing Queen, Born of the Sea and Lover of the Night,
Mother of Longing, All-Connecting, who joins the world in harmony,
All things spring from You, Oh Divine Power.
The Triple Fates are ruled by Your decree,
All the works of craft and love yield to Your hand,
With a smile, Oh Aphrodite, you sway the all-encircling heavens, the fruitful Earth and the Storming Oceans.
All obey You, all are awed by You.
Companion of the Brumal God,
Beautiful Goddess of Marriage, Mother of Love, Lover of the Banquet,
Source of Persuasion who grants secret favors, Illustrious born, seen and unseen,
Gentle Lover, Lupercal, who smiles upon mortals,
Prolific, Most-Desired, Life-Giver, Kind Goddess wielder of the scepter of all the Immortals, You bind mortals and every tribe of beasts in magic chains of mad desire.
Come, Lovely Cyprian, and bless these rites, Whether radiant in the heavens,Or presiding in the temples of Syria,
Guiding Your golden chariot over the sacred floods of Egypt,
Or dancing on the azure shores by billowing seas, with circling choirs of mortals, and beauteous Nymphs with cerulean eyes,
Or riding out along the dusty banks renowned of old,
Or if in Cyprus with Your fair Mother, where married women yearly come to praise You, and the pure virgins sing hymns to You and to Adonis,
Come, Divine Union, for You I call with holy, reverent mind.

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