Personal Prayers and Thankful Thoughts

I wanted to make a separate thread for myself to share poetry, prayers, pinboards, prose, paintings, and playlists dedicated to my gods, to demons and spirits who have helped me, and more.

This is solely my creativity and art in their name, so there will not be actual spellwork or journaling beyond that shared here. For my journal on my actual work, see:

I will post some things in a moment and hopefully work on more now that I will have better time, soon, to accumulate more writings of prayers and thanks.

If you read these, thank you.

If you, for whatever reason, would like to use what I write here for your own evocations, I do not mind. I would only ask you let me know how it went, but you don’t have to.

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Loki, Father of Monsters

Trickster God
Who Hath Borne
M O N S T E R S
Flame-Haired God
Your Wit Unfaltered
Shifter God
Your Children Taken
Bounded God
Beneath Snake, Shaken
It is no wonder
When you’re freed and gone
You tear the Worlds asunder
And join your wounded son
Loki God of Mine
He who Bears the Monsters’ Bloodline


Samael, The Poison King

Hail He, O Lord of Bastards
Hail He, O Lord of Sinners
Lord of Omens, Harbinger of Temptations
Reaper-King and Poison of G-d
Snake of Eden and Chief of Satans
Lord of the Reed and Lord of the Dirt
Lord of all things Gone and Rot
Lord of all our Earthly Pleasures
Hail He, Daemon of the Wicked
Samael, O Samael
Hail He and all Infernal Names of He


Lucifer, Son of Mo(u)rning

i.
he the angel fallen, son of morning came
and in his fallen strife
he found what he at once would love
and tempted such with fate

ii.
in embrace of quiet sowing
he bestowed his gift of graces
knowledge came, and freedom gained
yet with his knowledge comes it’s weight
of mortal sin, temptations grew

but what then is sin when all he loves
is that which is what all mortals been

iii.
with open arms, his children all are welcome
his wings, though they are bound in flames
brush away the ashes of the fallen ways
so follow his in new born light
and find a path just as he had

iv.
he the angel fallen, son of mourning came
bestower of forbidden knowledge
he who gifted all our freedom
may the graces of his burning light
gift our will to then ignite


Baphomet, Sabbatic Goat

On this day I Hail the Sabbatic Goat,
Great Baphomet, She and He, All and Both,
They of Eternity, They of Balance
Of Beast and Man, Above and Below
Emblem of All that connects to the Self
Of Witchcraft and Magic, of Body and Soul
The Torch of Knowledge high above Thy horns
May Thee grant me Guidance and Knowledge in the days to come
Hail the Sabbatic Goat, The Great Baphomet


Cain, The First Murderer

Behold, A Man.
A man who is becoming
A Man who has become that which he has always been
Hail he, the Son of the First
And First he, too, Became
Murderer of Man
Tiller of Earth
Tenderness Gives to(o) Begotten Graves
Sowing seeds of Sin, Survival, Instinct
Bloom the poison flowers
And water them with blood

  • Roses are red with the blood of the first

The first of man, the first of murder
The very first of Death.
He Who Is Become(ing) Death
Carnal, Carnate, Flowering Carnations
Red With Hate, Red With Fire
Red With Blood, Red With Blush,
Red with Flowers In Carnation.
Behold. Be Held. By Man of Men.

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The Retelling of Cain


Mother Mine, the Saintly Eve, as beautiful as she naive, and yet my father-falsifier, he the creature of this mortal world which mother and I both so trapped here, ruled us both as if he dared to be our G-d.

But G-d was quiet, far away, and dearest brother, saintly he, could hear the truest voice of H- where I would only pretend same.

I asked my mother; she commends: “Abel is the son of Adam and myself, but you, dear Cain, are the son of G-d H-mself,” how blapheme but so I would believe, that my saintly mother Eve and H- begot me as their son. But the way she spoke of H-m, of G-d, was that H- was a serpent once behind the blooming tree, the Tree of Knowledge from which Adam told us not go near. I believed her then, the saintly, naive Mother Eve.

And so I grew so so tired of the favor Abel would receive from G-d as smoke of his own sacrifice went up in whitest clouds to the sky where he would say he could hear the voice of H-, and yet the smolder of my labor fell down and towards the earth as if to fall right into Hell, and jealous I would grow of he, the saintly son of Adam-Eve, the saintly brother mine, and with the rage as if my fire came directly from the pits of Pandemonium in Hell, I sowed the dirt and tilled the earth, and killed my brother as I tire, planted him into my soil, and bled his blood into my beds of flower, painting roses red. And then I heard the voice of god, not the one above in sky but the one in earth below, the truer father, he of mine, the devil who had fled from sky. He became the snake of Eden and begot me with my mother Eve. Upon my questioning from the demiurge called G-d, the one above the clouds, and heard H-s voice from far, so booming and so different from melodous voice of Once-An-Angel, thus I tell H-m ‘I’m no keeper.

And here I am, now marked with sin and then damnation, where I must now leave and be the sower of the fruits of evil, stepping in the proper steps of my proper father. And sadly I then had to leave my saintly Mother Eve.

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Lokean Prayer I.

To the dry of the desert
To the coyote’s cry
To the sting of the cactus needle
To the scurry of the spider
To the rattle of the snake
And the diamonds on its back
To the warmth of the hearth
In the cold and winter’s time
Good morning/Good Night
Loki, O’ God of Mine


Lokean Prayer II.

I pray to thee, O Loki Vulture’s Way, God of Change and Wonders, I know that I have not been as vivid as I should, and I ask not for help nor guidance, but rather that you be, perhaps, by my side for this hard time.

Lo, he said, as simply put, “ But of course, my little dear.

And thus my heart is filled with warmth, of Loki Fire-Hearth.

I thank to thee, O Great Fire Deity.


Lokean Prayer III.

Loki, Firer of the Clay, strengthen my heart in this trying time, take its tremors and light the passions of my core once more.

What is it that you ask of me? For this, anything.


Lokean Prayer IV.

May Loki Flame-Haired, Fire-Starter, Hearth-of-Home bless these frigid, darkened nights with warmth and seeing light.


Lokean Prayer V.

oh my flame-haired tell me more
tell me terrors that you know
your children taken from their home
your wife condemned by mortals, crone
your sons be ripped from you, a-throe
and girl-friend wife to hold your bowl
oh my flame-haired, what you know
tell me terrors, fleeting woes
that may perhaps i someday know
and in return for you i grow


Lokean Prayer VI.

Bolden Flame-hair Father
please bless me with your strength
the fire of my soul
hidden deep within my chest
the center of my core
my ever-burning place
the hearth within my form
awaits the fire of your grace


Lokean Prayer VII.

May the fires of your old selves flicker and be replaced with something brighter.


Lokean Prayer VIII.

Loki, Father of all monsters, guide my troubled path

Angrboda, Mother of all monsters, guide my troubled mind

Sigyn, Mother of the lost, guide my troubled heart

Farbauti, Father of the flame, light the way I need to go

Laufey, Mother of the flame, brush the path I need to find


Lokean Prayer IX.

the fires of destruction make way for the embers and ashes of a new found life.

and i, too, will be burned and regrown from the ashes of my own destruction, so willingly though painfully, as all growth is.

and so i fan the flames of my demise, to make way for the new beginnings.


Lokean Prayer X.

spellbound i am, wrapped in the spider’s web

spellbound i am, tied in the fen-father’s rope

spellbound i am, held in the serpent’s grip

spellbound i am by the flame a-flicker

spellbound i am by a silver tongue

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I love this so much.

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Loki && Family

Angrboda, Nari
Sleipnir, Hela
Fenrir, Jormungandr
Vali, Sigyn



J Ö R M U N G A N D R
[ The Calm Before the Storm ]



F E N R I S Ú L F R
[ The Ego and the Id ]



H E L A
[ The Path to Tomorrow ]



A N G R B O Ð A
[ Anguish That Never Sleeps ]



S I G Y N
[ Patience & Faith ]

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Sigyn the Patient

blessed be thy patient mother
she who grieves her sorrows
and stands as strong as ever
hurled so deep in mourning
she let not these thoughts bring harrows

blessed by thy patient, valiant, victorious girl-friend
and the strength she takes to bear

hail oh my mother Sigyn, all she has to bear
hail oh my mother Sigyn, for i am in her care


Violence && Sigyn

And so the snake it hovers and your children are now gone
Dearest girl, all from you is taken
But not your love and not your heart, they shine like breaking dawn
You smile through these trying times
Much is lost and you proceed
A valiant girl among the gore
The gore which falls then at your feet
You fill the bowl and sing so sweetly to your children born anew
But please don’t be mistaken
There are those you love so dearly then that also love you too


Mother Sigyn

i lay my head upon thy bosom

in thy arms with tender touch

a soft and gentle glow of the morning sun

and so you hum so softly, sweetly

patient mother, victory


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SIGYN DEVOTIONAL PLAYLIST - LOVE && SORROWS

[[ short playlist of soft and gentle sounds; love, loss, duty, and mourning ]]

// 1 // - OCEANS - SEAFRET
// 2 // - WAIT - M83
// 3 // - SHIVER - LUCY ROSE
// 4 // - ARMY DREAMERS - KATE BUSH
// 5 // - FONDU AU NOIR - CŒUR DE PIRATE
// 6 // - LOLITAWORK LIBRETTO - KANON WAKESHIMA
// 7 // - LILIUM - KUMIKO NOMA VER.
// 8 // - DREAMS - N U A G E S
// 9 // - WE WERE LOVERS - JEAN JACQUES BURNEL


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Hoðr of the Winter Dark

i.
o young god, what shine doth thy brother take
but what is it that’s at stake?
always thrown into the darkness
you will always be a shadow

ii.
secrets kept, but you do know what mother holds
and so does the trickster, so you go to him
was it jealousy? or was it sin?

iii.
bless the graces of the trickster
no matter of his own agenda
such the feel of fire’s flesh is enough to make you thresh
But soon your arrow will be fired
pierce

iv.
all the weeping, all the sorrow
but none expect the poor boy blind
the trickster would then take the fall
but isn’t he the one at fault?
none expect the brother, blind
but you and trickster know your minds

such is jealousy the sin
the monster great, killer of kin
but no one ever needs to know


Frost && Warmth

the fury of the flurry cannot stand the kind of emptiness that would mark the end of light, but lo would he the winter’s dark be damned to ever let the brother who is shining take away his spark.

in the basking warmth of fire’s hearth, he who was blind took a shot in the dark

and so the light would parish, but so did all the warmth


Hearth in the Winter (on Höðr & Loki)

i.

how vibrant an emotion feels
enough to teach the blind to see

steady the bow
is what he said

but what he meant was
steel your nerves

ii.

fire torched the way of darkness
and lead the arrow to it’s path

hit the mark
is what he said

break your heart
is what he meant

iii.

the touch of fire still hangs, lingers
but the touch of mourning fades

i cant stay
is what he said

and he didn’t.


THE WINTER AND THE HEARTH.

[[ UPG Retelling of Hodr and Loki plotting Baldr’s Death expanded into prose ]]

What strings have tugged, the brother knows, but he does not let them know he knows. Mother dotes on him, the other, and Hodr knows its for his shining, blinding light so different from his blinded darkness. Son of the winter’ cold, no match for the summer’s bold. What he cannot see, he can, however, feel, and feel he does, so great and green the monster vile that creeps up in his throat like bile.

He has no rhyme or reason, simply sibling suffering, a rivalry if he may, or so that’s what he tells himself.

What shining star, that Baldr is, and Hodr hides in shadows. He’s always been a child of the winter-darkened shadows. But lo, he never thought it much until his brother, splendor touched, impenetrable, invulnerable, what skin his blessings came.

But Hodr knows, and no one knows that he does, what weaknesses his brother has, or rather just the one.

Or so he thought he was but all the only one.

The fire-haired, the stitched and marred, the trickster with a smile on his dastard, scar’ed lips.

At least that’s how he’s told.

But don’t you know ,” the trickster told, “ the secrets of his limits?

Hodr did, and scar-lipped quibbed, the two would talk in plenty.

Hodr did not mind his sorrows, what he felt, the jealous touch, at least that’s what he thought. But Loki, too, did not mind so, but knew him better than to press.

Hodr and his cold would find that there was no more use pretending.

And to the trickster he would tell the deep desire of his brother’s fell.

And Loki laughed, the fire cackled, and they both know what to do.

Carefully and contemptly the two set out to fetch, to fetch a branch or three or so, of the youngest mistletoe. What plant of innocence may strike, and Hodr felt its little life in his hands.

Loki helped him fashion, then, a bow o’ branches, arrows, too, and taught him how to shoot.

What fires burned, the young god felt, the callous of the working flame, and mayhap, then, he felt it, too, why Lok’ was known by that name.

Position square, and shoulders good, the young god struggled with the pace. The box was taught, his fingers fought, a strain across his face. But fire then he did, a target not hos brother. And Loki clicked his tongue and said, “try again, but with more valor.”

The flame-god held him there in place, what echoes of this new found place, a place not like location, but a place like place of mind.

Hodr let the flames of hair tickle at his face.

With better practice better hearing, he found a better pace.

The arrows flew, and hit their mark, closer, closer still.

Another thing, another gather, another day to pass. And more and more the cold-god wanted to strike with his new, fresh skill.

But Loki, ever cunning-wise, deflected on his case.

Not yet, not here. Wait for yet another day.

And he did.

And he did.

And Hodr and Loki both would find themselves at a target range, practice here and practice there, and Hodr hits his mark. He knew he must be ready now, but still the trickster stopped him.

Hodr could not take the waiting, not a moment longer.

The trickster smiled, something sadly, he could not see it but he felt it, all too close, against his face.

Hold it steady, keep your grace ,”

That is what he said.

But what he meant was, “ hold your nerves, you are breaking face .”

And Hodr felt the sting swell up, what he aimed to do. And then he came thought anew, why Loki held him so long through. The sinews grew, something shook, the cheer around them ever so unknowing to what they were about to do.

Keep it steady, hit your mark ,”

That is what he said.

But Hodr knew, as he drew, what the Trickster meant,

Hold yourself together, for this will break your heart .”

And all the jeer around him, he felt his heart skip pace, as if the gods about him would dare defy his place. He may be blind, but helpless not, but as he shook he felt the steer of Loki’s stead, so near.

The hearth in winter melts what sorrows that had come to pass.

The flames of Loki Fire-Heart would melt what sorrows the Blinded, Winter God held deep.

Keep it steady, hit your mark, keep your grace before you falter ,”

And so the boy then struck.

The mourning came and went so quickly, Hodr felt as though he stood in place in time.

The trickster came and went so fast, he felt a hole, not where his brother once had wept, but where the flames had licked and spent, embers, ashes, all remained were smoke and lingered sense and feelings of a time amiss. And Hodr once again remembered, what he thought anew, why Loki then had kept him there all for so long and through. Not the sorrows, there were none, not regrets or illest mets, but rather now they would be parted, and the fire in the winter’s hearth went out and dark again.


H Ö Ð R
[ Heart && Sorrow ]


Höðr && Loki ;;
[ Winter && Hearth ]


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[[ WINTER DARK ]] Höðr Devotional Playlist

// 1 // Glaciers by Her Majesty & The Wolves
// 2 // Make This Right by The Toxic Avenger
// 3 // The Perfect Drug by Nine Inch Nails
// 4 // Schrei by Tokio Hotel
// 5 // C by Dir en Grey
// 6 // Un Deux by Dir en Grey
// 7 // Kukoku no Kyoon by Dir en Grey
// 8 // Desiderium by GPKISM
// 9 // Ko Wo Egaku Yamai by Suicide Ali
// 10 // Together by The xx

[[ HE FELT COLD AND LITTLE DISTANT ]]

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I thank thee Cimejes, I thank thee great warrior of man, I thank thee for thy aid in my Becoming, I thank thee in thy guidance, in thy gentle graces and goodlie countenance, I thank thee daemon of men, for the growth I have received, for man I shall become. Ave Kimaris!