The Calling of Four
Priest: Begone servants of Yistus!
I face East and call to Fortia.
Hail Fortia!
I face South and call to Renati.
Hail Renati!
I face West and call to Raizen.
Hail Raizen!
I face North and call to Therio.
Hail Therio!
Finally I turn and cry…
Spirits of wind, spirits of water, spirits of earth, and spirits of fire, come swiftly and be with me this day and hour. Let it be!
I do this every day and every night and at the start of every rite.
Statement of Values
Priest: Let us now state our collective values.
All: The Anarastic seeks strength of character.
The Anarastic seeks to be a hero.
The Anarastic performs deeds of virtue.
The Anarastic seeks to protect the weak.
The Anarastic hates cowardice.
The Anarastic rejects earthly authority as harmful.
The Anarastic practices the Calling of Four.
Priest: And so they are.
Introductory
Priest: On the Nature of the Divine. It is true enough to say there is no God, but so too is it true to say the gods are many. The seven are first. The others are as numerous as the stars. Discover their truth and you can play chords with the strings of the harp of the universe. This is called magick. Science is the weapon of inquiry and discovery is the destruction of ignorance, but religion is the language of the heart which holds deeper truths.
Today we honor and call to each of the seven divine in turn that they may bless us and provide us with their strength and wisdom.
The Call to Aellos
Priest: Firstly, we call to Aellos!
A wise man once said “it is pure chance that rules the universe and therefore, and only therefore, life is good,” and this is true for it is first Aellos that rules the cosmos. Aellos was the first of the gods. The domain of Aellos is of chaos and chance. The word of Aellos is the mouth of the universe. Cast an ear to the sounds of the infinite and there you will find his word. No words alone are enough, for Aellos’ nature is impossible to describe in human language.
Aellos speaks: I am untouchable and the powers that are me are but changeless, yet are always changing. I am unknown to you in your darkest hour. I am that which you fear and that which you love. I am that which is unstoppable yet forever have I been stopped. There is no “you” within that which am I for I am within all things. There is no thing which can ail me for I am all possibilities. You have no knowledge of me yet you call my name and sing in my voices. I cannot be captured, cannot be sought, and yet hold my will unchallenged. To listen to me is to listen to white noise. I am the foundation of the all that is but it is what is beyond me that even it cannot fathom. The dark and the light cannot hold me for it is I that illuminate and I that cast all shadow. To try to hear my voice is madness yet you still try for without me thy picture is incomplete. I scream with a thousand thousand voices and yet I am silent. Beyond me is an endless thing for there is nothing beyond infinity but more infinity, therefore I am recursive. Measure me and I am immeasurable. Mimic me and you scream with the chorus of a thousand suns all crying out forever. My ale is ambrosia. Your mind cries out for relief for it cannot hold me. My mind is like a swarm of angry locusts all buzzing about in disharmony yet the noise is of a single note. My word is “aumn”.
Let us now call his mighty word aumn sevenfold!
All: aumn aumn aumn aumn aumn aumn aumn
Priest: Let us now praise Aellos.
Oh chaotic one, dweller in the abyss, he who alone is illuminated in the pitch-dark void of liquid shadow I call to thee and sing thy praises. He who is chaos and life, he who is wisdom and power, he who is intensity and immense, be praised.
Most ferocious of the primordial ones, most jovial of the dark ones, most chaotic of the wise ones, he whose power is great, I praise thee, Aellos, he who swims among the stars.
He who tends to the aquariums of mind, he who was among the powers at the dawn of time; to you, lord of the abyss, to you be praised!
[The wine is poured, the bread is given, the incense is lit.]
The Call to Fortia
Priest: Next, we call to Fortia!
Fortia is the goddess of strength and courage. She is the mightiest of the divine. She stands swarthy and strong with the jaws of the mighty lion in her hands. She wears a studded war-dress of red and silver and is armed with a sword and a shield. She is worshiped by heroes and the men of wisdom. She is an unstoppable force and her words are without end.
Fortia speaks: My harmony is immensity, my herald is joyous, for victory is at hand when I am near. You will hear my voice in the sound of the rejoicing masses and in the laughter of the giggling babe. I am without equal among the divine and I am champion! Hear my words and tremble at my might, ye of courage, for it is I that fill your feet with running. It is I that pulse your muscles with strength and vigor. I am cunning and I am masterful as a thunderous voice. I am she that raises banners in the hour of need. I am in the sound of the drum and the trumpet as it calls to war! I am unmatched among the divine. It is my womb that gives birth to the great women and men of renown and it is I that raise them. Purge your streets, oh men, of cowards and tyrants, and there in the midst of your champions I will go. Hear my word and call my name in your hour of need and I will hear thee! My justice is swift, my hour is soon, my word is final. My mantra is the voice of the chorus “haum-yeah”. Call to me, to me.
Let us now call her mighty word haum-yeah sevenfold!
All: haum-yeah haum-yeah haum-yeah haum-yeah haum-yeah haum-yeah haum-yeah
Priest: Let us now praise Fortia.
The people’s voices cry out in pain for all the souls of those who have been slain. They cry out for justice. Fortia heard their prayer, she listens to their voice and puts a burning anger in their heart. The anger speaks of truth. There can be no peace when there is no order. There can be no order when there is no justice. There can be no justice when the law is unjust.
By the lady’s word the tide turns; the villains hearts fill with fear. The injustice is replaced with a mighty uproar. The people take to the streets. The people become mighty warriors with hearts like Therio. The word is spoken and they are heard.
Behold the mighty word of Fortia, Great lady of justice, goddess from the ancient lands. Behold the tidings of change as we see the foundations crumble. Behold as the hearts of fear become the hearts of great warriors, and the hearts of the oppressor become the hearts of fear.
Your time is now. The lady has spoken. She has heard your prayers, and the obstacles will fall away one by one in your path.
The drums clang, voices shout; it is the sound of victory on the horizon. The end of an era looms as the shadow of a new one is cast.
Great lady Fortia, may your voice be heard. May your justice be swift. May the oppressed be freed from their bondage. May evil return to those who have done evil. May good come to those who hear your voice in their hearts. Lady Fortia, it is sweet to praise you.
[The wine is poured, the bread is given, the incense is lit.]
The Call to Renati
Priest: Next, we call to 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.
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”.
Let us now call her mighty word hiss-roah sevenfold!
All: hiss-roah hiss-roah hiss-roah hiss-roah hiss-roah hiss-roah hiss-roah
Priest: Let us now praise 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!
[The wine is poured, the bread is given, the incense is lit.]
The Call to Therio
Priest: Next, we call to Therio!
Therio is the god of lightning and healing. His are the powers of electricity and magnetism. He takes the form of a strong light skinned man armed with a thunderbolt with white hair and a beard wearing a cloak of yellow and silver. His are the powers of all dynamics. To call upon him is to receive the energy like a thousand suns. He can be erratic but he is dependable. His light touches all things and brings truths to the surface.
Thereo speaks: Brazen is the one that speaks my name for I am thunder, and rain, wind and storm. It is I that am all power and lightning is my rod. When I leap, precious sparks light from my wand. These are the sparks of life itself. Without my energy, none could live. I heal in ways not yet known to you, my closest child. Fear me not should you come across me for my power is able to rip open the veil and let you gaze upon the land unseen. My word is the thunderous “bakoom”.
Let us now call his mighty word bakoom sevenfold!
All: bakoom bakoom bakoom bakoom bakoom bakoom bakoom
Priest: Let us now praise Therio.
Hail mighty Therio, great thunderous one, as you cut your way through the mountains, as you mount your winged chariot and split the sky, may your light shine! Hail Therio, who brings life to the earth and shoots his sparks over the land. Therio be praised!
Therio stands at the gates of Heaven with the great angel of fire at his side. The guards open the gates for the great judge to enter! Hail Therio, who brings justice! Therio, divine judge of the heavens, who throws the mighty thunderbolt, who keeps the skies in line, divine Therio, may your verdict be just. May your judgement be swift and just oh Lord of Light! Therio be praised!
Therio, great lord of having, divine lord who cracks the heavens with the mighty storm, I call to you that you might see my devotion. I call to you that you might bless me with your energy and rain judgement down upon my enemies. Therio be praised!
[The wine is poured, the bread is given, the incense is lit.]
The Call to Raizen
Priest: Next, we call to Raizen!
Raizen is the god of weight and the nurture of all things that live. His are the powers of pulling and holding. He takes the form of an immense tan man holding a golden chain and wearing a cloak of green and gold. There is no thing that can escape his grasp. His eyes are black as the darkest night. He is vast and unmoving and leaves a wake behind all.
Raizen speaks: Hear me oh children of women and know my great tidings. Heavy is the heart that knows me for they carry my burden. It is my seed that brings life to the land. I nurture all living things great and small. To consume meat without need is an abomination to me for every creature is my own. Compassion is my command and my word is that of a beating heart. Love one another and protect things great and small, and I will see it that you thrive on the Earth. My garden is full of plenty should you share it with all. Do so and be glad. My mantra is like the crackle of trees “krrkakak”.
Let us now call his mighty word krrkakak sevenfold!
All: krrkakak krrkakak krrkakak krrkakak krrkakak krrkakak krrkakak
Priest: Let us now praise Raizen.
Hail Raizen, great man of the mountains, father of the natural things, sacred cow who gives his seed to bring life to the land! To you, my lord, I say hail! Raizen be praised!
Your life brings color to the land. Your seed brings living things to the valley. You nurture the living things in the quiet places. To you, great lord of life, I say hail! Raizen be praised!
Your generosity is unmatched among the gods. Your beauty is unapproachable. Your tree grows tall above the grasses. To you, great healer of the gods, I say hail! Raizen be praised!
You put life in the womb of all things. The wonder of your work is unmatched among the magic of the world. To you, lord of the embryo, I say hail! Raizen be praised!
I climb up your sacred mountain, I commune with the divine, I pour out my libation! To you, great lord of earth, I say hail! Raizen be praised!
[The wine is poured, the bread is given, the incense is lit.]
The Call to Nadirix
Priest: Next, we call to Nadirix!
Nadirix is the goddess of infinity and space. She is the daughter of Aellos. Her domain is the night sky. Her voice is the sound of wind and of rain. Her mind is incomprehensible. Her powers are invisible but permeate all things. Her’s are the cycle and the wheel. She stands in a robe of stars carrying a wheel and a rod. She wears a crown of stars and earrings of diamonds. Her boots are made of silver, her eyes are galaxies and her skin is black as the night.
Nadirix speaks: Hide with me in the grips of the night. Learn my secrets and hear my words. I grip you every hour in the dark and the little ones are my closest. The spider and the worm are precious to me. Worship me in the darkest places. I am with you when you are wounded and forlorn, melancholy and menacing. The night-kind are my chosen and I care for them as if they were my children. Hear my word, it is like dew drops glistening in the moonlight “chi-trii”.
Let us now call her mighty word chi-trii sevenfold!
All: chi-trii chi-trii chi-trii chi-trii chi-trii chi-trii chi-trii
Priest: Let us now praise Nadirix.
To you, strong dark one, lady of the sullen Moon, mother of sun and star and ocean storm, daughter of the sky, sorceress of the reeds; for you I lift my glass to sing.
You who come in the grasses and in the wild places, you who bless with pale cool light, you who whisper in the calmness of the evening wind as it gently runs fingers through the reeds; to you I cry a song of joy.
You give your cool air a company of gentle blue, you who sing songs with night time bugs, you who guard the river bank, you who’s breasts nurture the form of stuff of the home; to you Nadirix, I sing! Great lady be exalted!
[The wine is poured, the bread is given, the incense is lit.]
Priest: Now, we mourn Yistus.
Yistus is the god of weakness and decay. He is worshiped by fools and cowards. He takes the form of a man pale as a corpse clothed in rags and hanging from a pole. His icon symbolizes failure and putrefaction. There, the weakness of the divine was hung. It was left there to rot. Its taint is consumed by his followers. They are slaves to themselves. To eliminate them would be a mercy, for they worship their own deaths, but even a fool knows there is no need of this.
Yistus speaks: Woe to them for they know not what they do. Woe to me for I am forsaken. The lords cast me out in the shadows for I was weak and failed. There is none so wretched as me. My weeping is endless as my pain grows ever more tiresome by the hour. I was hung here to rot. The demons torment me endlessly day in and day out. Feel not for me for you are greater. My word is worthless as the dust of the Earth. My worshipers love death for it is forbidden to me yet I long for it hour by hour. It is dangerous to trust me for I am tainted. My word is like a whaling ghost crying for it’s life forgotten “woaanu”.
Let us now moan his sullen word woaanu sevenfold.
All: woaanu woaanu woaanu woaanu woaanu woaanu woaanu
Priest: Let us now lament Yistus.
Jockey of the sullen beam, shepherd of the dying, he who laments the ones cut down; to you I sing a song of lamentation!
You who bear out the judgements of the seven, you who watch the ancestors in the great below; to you I sing a song of woe!
God who sits on the throne of fallow, he who controls the lands of fools; to you I sing my lament.
May your pains be not so loathsome. May your demons not grow tiresome. May your rust not carry the sting of destruction. To you I sing of sorrow.
Weak Yistus, may your hoards find the destruction they desire.
[The wine is poured, the bread is given, the incense is lit.]
Priest: Finally, let us praise all the divine.
Great and exalted gods, you who have watched over humanity since the ancient days when the first civilization was built, I call to praise you! You who bring order to the land and guidance to the people, you who assign destinies, you who distribute the personal gods and protective spirits, you who bring prosperity to the land and make it fertile with good food and good air and good drink, I praise you! You are splendid indeed and worthy of the divine powers! Oh great divine, let the just live and consign to darkness the hearts that are evil. I praise you, you who built the holy mountain! May the people forever declare your greatness! Let it be!
Priest: And so as we said it, so shall it be!
