In Honor Of The Lnai

In honor of the Lênai

The jars of wine have been removed from the earth, the god stirs in the Underworld, the light seeps and soaks back into the world... and the Lenai, languid and calming, sense the shifting and changing, and begin to change as well...

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Yo -- I mean, Io, Lupercus.  Keep them wolves from my door.

The wild dancing, the cacophany and whirling motion, prepare us for the advent of the God.  Come, Dionysos Eribromios, and take me as Thy vehicle!  Io evohe!

Gladly shedding the remnants of ego and clothing, she has followed the creek to the river, and the river to the woods.  In her eyes you can see the still-mounting excitement, what some call hysteria, that divine wildness of spirit that eradicates caution and common thinking.  Next she will rend and tear at what covers her, what imprisons her, and with great joy and radiance and dark pleasure she will display herself.  May the gods help you then...