Threskia : Tradition of the Greek Mysteries

'None but the Gods I hear call my name, beckoning, beseeching me to free them from the aeons of their perpetual silence.

Not but my blood drives me to the well of my roots in this incarnation I come to know.

Oh the delight, the ecstasy of Daemona raising my head to the call of my fore-fathers.

Oh but the pain of the burden placed upon my mortal shoulders, a delight few have enjoyed and I am Atlas rising.

Hear me ! for I am Pan dancing in the luscious green forest of Arcadia, laughing and playing my syrinx for the world to hear.

Accept this gemmed elixir as my gift, for I am Bacchus, the little horned child-god.

Join us in our mystery with sacred orgy, the delights and raptures of the Gods are once again upon us.

We sing the mysteries plain, into the day of brilliant light and into the night of delight.

I am Hermes and with my message I resurrect the dead of ancient times, and clear the sands of Chronos from the ruins and the crypt appear in full view.

I am nothing more than an Ancient Greek living in your modern day, answering to the call, for the day of silence is over and the time of joyous laughter upon us. Hail my Brethren, come, join this dance and partake in the delights of Ancient Greece.'