Astrological Domain: Venus
Color Correspondence: Purple
Incense: Lavender
Weekday: Friday
On the Nature of Renati
Renati is the goddess of change and the liminal. She is the daughter of Fortia. She exists forever in the superposition between all that can be. She takes the form of a bare lavender cat-woman covered from head to toe in tattoos. Her eyes see the future and the past at once. Her mind is fickle but fair. She is constantly moving and never falters. Her power is a schism of things unseen. She is wise beyond all.
—Anarast 2:19-27
Renati Speaks
Behold it is I, she who cannot be pinned down! Bow down to me fools and hear my voice and fear my great breath upon your hearts! Men and women, fish and birds, it is of no consequence; all things are of any other when I am in movement for I am between all. To turn a man into a woman or a woman into a man, or ought else, is trivial to me. For I am bold and thankless. I am destructive and seductive. It is I that turn the wheel that moves the gears of time. Fear is a curious thing for I am without it yet I find it ravishing. I stand forever before you naked and rejoicing, my cat tail twitching in the wind with ravenous appetite. I delight in the dew drops and the rain, and the little places forgotten and forlorn. There is none like me in all the world for I am beyond all sight and sound, yet between the loathsome and the wretched I find jewels and garments of lavish fortune. You who are beyond man and woman, my hijra, my least, you are divine to me, my precious, my beloved. To worship you is to worship me for I am among you and I am one like you. The penis and the vulva are mine to wear as I choose and yet despite this I remain a woman always, even when I take the form of a man. My breasts are ever bare and pointing as there ever was no such beauty like me in all the cosmos before and after or ever in between. There is none that can resist me when I appear, male or female or ought else for I am all desire and they ravish me with infinite lust. And I am open to all. I love all unconditionally should they be courageous enough to approach me and speak my word. To make love, to make war, to set fire and to quench are mine. To build up, to tear down, to savor and to devour are mine. My beloved call to me wicked or wanton, wild or reckless. Speak my word and I hear you. I desire you. Fill me oh man with every last drop. I fill you oh woman with every inch of my love. To you my dearest, to you, I give all. My word is like a whisper “hiss-roah”.
—Anarast 3:36-62
Praise for Renati
Hail Renati, great one on the horizon! Thou art my great mistress, my divine guide, my secret divine lover! Renati be praised!
Let thine work in the world be done through me! Let there be no part of me not given wholey up unto thine work! Use me oh splendorous one, whose beauty is the envy of the gods! Renati be praised!
Thou art gentle and thou art just, oh lady of the heavens! Thou art severe and thou art demanding, oh great one who crosses the stars! Your glory is unmatched among the divine! Renati be praised!
Your love is like precious stones! Your warfare is like the sharpest blade! Your eyes shine down like a polished stone! Renati be praised!
You are my counsel, my muse, my introspection. My work is for you, oh wonderful sister of the heavens! There is nothing for you I wouldn’t give! Renati be praised!
Take me, make me yours, I surrender myself to you, oh lady! You are the beauty of the stars, my goddess! Renati be praised!
Oh wonderful goddess of pain and passion! Oh lustful goddess who is wisdom manifest and unmanifest! Oh great star that travels the heavens to herald the changing of the heavens! Oh great morning and evening star! She who is love and war. She who is passion manifest! She who is the unmanifested manifestation of the threefold self and the threefold all! She who is the line between light and shadow. She who changes male into female and female into male! To the great lady of the morning I say hail! To the great lady of the evening I say hail! My heart ever longs for your sweet loving energy. My soul ever thirsts for your sweet wisdom! You who are my guide and my lover. My guardian, my protector. My sage, my teacher! You who are my comfort and my foundation!
Sweet Renati, I call upon you in my ecstasy and my sorrows! I call upon you in my troubles and in my delights! You who are the bearer of all things and all doorways and all keys! Let my heart be a vessel for you that I may be filled with the outpouring of your sweet and bitter passion!
Oh to be as the signing lover! Oh to be like the weeping widow! You who fill our lives with the passion for all things! To you, my goddess, I say hail! Renati be praised!
—Anarast 4:38-85
