Oinokhoe, oinokhoe@winterscapes.com November 27, 1999 I speak this prayer to Dionysus: Evohe! Bromios! Bull-Thunderer! You've shown me the gate to the labyrinth You've poured sweet wine down my throat You drive me mad in the wilderness You enter me when I think I cannot hold you You tear me apart like a sacrifice I have gone to the dark with you I will go to the dark with you I will chase you down the labyrinth's corridors I will dance in the fire with snakes for hair I will call your name, Persephone's child, Dionysus! Zagreus! Eubouleus! Iakkhos! Evohe! Evohe! Evohe!   Tania Andersen, tania_andersen@hotmail.com December 9, 2000 I Make this Sacrifice to Dionysus: I sacrifice my egotism I Leave this Offering for Dionysus: I offer my deepest intuitions   hakan, hcalba@yahoo.co.uk January 13, 2001 Oh Dioynsus, Please Accept This Offering: i make this offering in the name of dioynsus and my beautiful goddess, the living energy that keeps my soul alive, for i drink only the wine that falls from her heart like a waterfall, bliss oozes from her blue-ocean eyes and arranges crimson flowers on the shores of my heart for me forever to nourish. oh, dioynsus, come to me and take me to your quarters where every atom of mine awaits to be pregnant by your mystery, come and show us how to seize whatever we desire of each other and this earth, my dioynsus, this great force on earth which awaits to be released, the mysterious and revolutionary energy which all humans possess, the life force in all of us which must come forward now. oh, dioynsus, i offer you the memories of all those magical moments which i shared with my goddess near your beautiful presence.   Todd Schwartz, rfschwar@earthlink.net November 2, 2001 I Pour this Libation to Dionysus: Nobody's achin' but You got me freakin' Like that time somebody slipped me somethin' trippy Down in Delphi's sacred earthen womb. My mind was spinnin' that day My face was grinnin' baby! My body spazin' from that chalice we were passin'! Wine...gets you drunk every time Helps you go with the flow........ You don't know why, but you got to have more of that Wine...spilt to Evius, divine dyes the sun whitend stones.... You don't know why, but you got to have more of that Wine... I ain't been here before, but now ecstatic feelin's got me rockin'   Harper Meader, applebooks@ctel.net March 4, 2002 I Speak This Prayer to Dionysus: Tell us, oh Muse, of one who stands behind me now, A weaving, stately image there, reflected in The wine. For "thunderstruck", the poet says, is how The dithyramb is danced, is how we honor Him. O Dionysos, peel away my outer layers Of rationality, of intellect that shuts The inner wisdom off. I raise my cup to You, And try some steps, and try some words, then dip once more. I'm singing neither cleverly nor clearly, Lord, But that's your gift; the wisdom of the song and of The stage is never found upon the printed page. The mixing-bowl, still nearly full, already shows Reflected bearded arch-browed inner consciousness. Say that three times quickly! No two celebrants Will hear your words the same, but nonetheless you speak, And we will hear, and know your gifts, and sacrifice A splash of wine, some honey-bread, an hour or three. With you we live outside our minds, outside of time, And though your gifts will fade in memory before Our sacrifice is done, still we return, we dance The timeless cadences of beasts beside your spring.   Amphiklos, amphiklos@aol.com May 27, 2002 I Speak This Prayer to Dionysus: First part, from the "Song of the Phalophoroi" Translation: "For you Bacche, with the Muse's (help), we praise you singing with this simple rythm to the wind. Nobody of those singing in front (of you) is new or virgin, but we keep this hymn pure (intact)." Second prayer is mine: Translation: "O Bacche, god of wine and merriment, bless the Greeks and all your folks." I Pour this Libation to Dionysus: Translation: "I, Alexander, son of Georgius (George), from Chios, offer holy libation of sweet Ariousian wine from Chios (from Ariousai, Chios) to you Dionysus."   Diane Schluter ,dyionisiac@yahoo.com June 13, 2002 I Speak this Prayer to Dionysus: I speak to You my God of my regret that I have not the proper words with which to speak. I wandered Your holy mountin yet I allowed my way to the sacred spring to be barred, I tunred aside. I did not yet knowYou fully, did not yet understand that I belonged to You, that what was sacred to You outweighted all else in the world. I was prudent, cautiouse and would not be wild on the mountin to go running over the slopes to find the spring of the muses blessed by You and Your brother. It may be many a long year before my foot again touches Your holy place. I besechee you to give me the words with which I may poour out my love for You before then. I must speak my love of You and I must speak it to You for when I feel You grow distant I am disconloulate I crave Your touch on my soul above all things. I Love You above all things I sing to You above all things Evohe Iaccus Evohe   Vanda R. Cordier, vcordi0185@rogers.com August 17, 2002 I Speak this Prayer to Dionysus: O Mighty Dionysos,praise be to thy name! God of Sacred Ecstasy ,god of the Hidden Mysteries, Destroyer of Limitations, god of Blessed Deliverance! God of the Songs of the Night, Enraptured Love and Divine Madness, Knower of Death and Resurrection, Mediator between the Worlds! Be our Patron, Guide and Protector for as long as we need to Complete that we came here to accomplish together! We offer you all that we create together!   Danielle Spring, "Dionysia", pranadevi@hotmail.com August 22, 2002 I Make this Sacrifice to Dionysus: Lord Dionysus I sacrifice all the doubt about my devotion to You, that for so many years I denied. You are the impetus behind all the arts and activities that I have given my life to. You represent the spiritual transformation that I have been striving for, You inspired the theatrical art that gives me a reason to live, and You bring the ecstacy that all seek - whether thay are aware of it, or no. I am Yours, Dionysus, to do with as you see fit. This is my sacrifice.   eaross@wm.edu May 2, 2004 I Speak This Prayer to Dionysos: Euoi, Euoi, Dionyse! Thank you for letting the play run well. Thank you for your gift of the theater, and for inspiring all the actors in the play with your gift. Thank you so much--to you I dedicate the libations I made to you before and after the play, and the performance I gave. Gracious God, Thank You!   Lantanalee@aol.com July 20, 2005 I Speak this Prayer to Bacchus: As a Roman Pagan, I speak my prayer to the Roman God, depicted as a young man, Bacchus. Bacchus, I call upon thee, that thy mayest be propitious to me, my family, and to all of the Italian ethnicity, to whome you indiginously belong. Please grant your blessings of happiness, and revelry upon me, and help me to enjoy life to the fullest, and help me in conquering my OCD, as Rome conquered the world with its civilizing "Romanitas." Gratias Bacchus   Seirios December 3, 2005 I Leave this Offering to Dionysos: The streaming forest swirls with the wind, behind the cave, across the river, I find You there...o Lusios! The centaurs circle around...and the satyrs do so as well, The Bacchanals moan and sway..they feel you, and see you o Lusios! The orgy has begun! The drums beat out the tone, As the kitharis; pluck cymbals clang, and the Maenads shriek their cry to you- Io Euoi! O how the auloi sing their song...Lusios it is to you! The Earth shakes... The sky quakes... O Lusios! Lord! The orgy has begun!   Kenneth Payne January 31, 2006 I Leave this Offering to Dionysos: Hear, O Dionysos! God of the vine! Wild One! Bacchic Lord! Wreathed in ivy! You who are attended by nymphs, maenads and satyrs in merry madness! Exuberant Euios! Lyaios! Polygethes! Ekstatophoros! Botryophoros! Dance the dance of life, death and life again! Bull-faced wielder of the Thyrsos! Roaring, raving Gigantophonos! Shining Thrice-born of Nysa! Blessed Meilichios! Liberating Bringer of Freedom! In Your many names do I honour Thee, O Dionysos! Evohe!   Hyakinthos February 16, 2006 I Speak This Prayer to Dionysos: Liberate me from tobacco. Eucharisto!   Leukas August 10, 2006 I Leave this Offering to Dionysos: Like the fires that dance upon the earth, Thunder strikes its drum in the mountains. Swinging and swaying the dancers beat out the eternal dance. Liquid that burns like the fire, Rushes through thy veins. Ecstasy is met with pure passion- For a moment the world turns red. Before a trembling earth and shaking sky, The fire is poured into each of the dancers bodies. Upon this ground the spirits sing! Upon this ground the torches blaze! Elicited screaming, the music erupts, the lightning strikes. The ground is saturated with blood and wine. The mad god laughs as insanity entwines. O Bakchos! Iw Euoi ! Let thy burning ground be of my heart!   Paul Hardy February 10, 2007 A Poem from a Devotee: Kissos as the ivy twines, Bacchus in the living vines, Dendrite god within the tree, Pelagius from the sea. Sabazios as the serpent red, Bromios with the horned head, Anthios in the blossoming flower, Nokternios the night time power. Phytalimos in growing things, Sykites the fig he brings, In the basket Liknites sleeps, Iacchos from the breast he peeps.

Vassily, wlondon@interactive.net February 12, 2000 I Leave this Offering to Dionysus: O Dionysos I offer you the memory of your temple that I visited on Naxos, and all the songs I sang as a wandering player on that island.   Ivy Minor, iris@calweb.com April 8, 2000 I Pour this Libation Dionysus: Dionysus, I come to leave this Libation in honor of You , for You are the One who brings inspiration and healing.   Sannion, sannion@gmail.com August 20, 2000 I Speak this Prayer to Dionysus: I offer this prayer to him. They that know the god shall recognize it, for it is an ancient paeon, given new form by my humble hands. Invocation of Passion Come, my bull-footed god, come raving out of the woods, maddened, furious, ecstatic, orgasmic. Take me. Fill me. Possess me, god. Make me drunk, Lord. Drive away all these hateful thoughts, trample my fears, squash my worries, destroy all limitations! Make me fall in love with the world. Make me forget the hateful, boring grey world that men live in. I want colors. I want explosions. I want a depth of feeling that I have never even imagined before. I want it all, all at once. With your flaming brand, drive me on! Rip the clothes from my body. Make my flesh hot, my dick hard. Take me, take me. Fuck me hard. Make me throw my head back, make me scream out in ecstasy. Don't stop, not ever! Fill me with pleasure, wave after wave of pleasure, so much pleasure that it melts my head, sets my feet on fire, pleasure like no one else has ever felt. I want to burn with pleasure. I want to dissolve in the ocean of milk. I want to be spread out across the face of the earth, a wave of pleasure washing across the earth, making people laugh, making them horny, making them dance in your honor, god. Io Dionysus! Io Evohe!   Mica, peterg@island.net January 27, 2001 I Speak this Prayer to Dionysus: My body, ecstasy I, Mica, who knows the fury of the dance and feels the soul of the God in my limbs, will release fire from my flesh on this night of January 27. I will dance tonight in honor of my God, my saviour, Dionysus. I hereby make the offering of my body for him to take. My blood is made of his madness, my hair his rage, my flesh is born of his soft and supple sex. These I possess, these I give.   Nicholas Parks, Unknown_Poet@go.com February 22, 2002 I Speak This Prayer to Dionysus: I call to you my Lord, I know you hear my words and understand their meanings. I feel your embrace everyday, I sense your presence beside me wherever I go. I thank you my lord and ask that you guide me and protect over me. I ask that you share your wisdom and power with I the one who was chosen so long ago. Let this destiny be fulfilled... I am Immortal, One of the divine. There is no power, Greater than mine. I am the lord Dionysus, God of the vine. I offer these poems to my lord Dionysus: Hallucination is masturbation, give or take a trip. Now drink of this holy water, a sacred poison I gave to your daughter. Once so innocent once so pure, I pulled her aside and revealed the cure. Selfish king of the house hold hour, did you think you could wilt this flower? Keeping it hid from the sun locked in a tower. In this destiny long since written, I visualize my goal and accept my mission. Resurrected in this my rebirth, sent here to free this earth. Opening minds and unlocking doors, bringing relief to emotional sores. With these words I hope to render, a new day and dawn to those brittle those tender. Clouded Perception of our growing youth. Lied to, misguided, and never told the truth. Come along with me, I know the way....I will be your wagon master. (Season Of Rebirth) The season is upon us once more, It is time again for the wanderings to begin. Vines now budding back to life, allow the lords wine to flow. The beasts and I have grown restless, but now with the sun opening it's eyes, We feel free to gather. With our circle newly formed, can you feel it in your veins? The blood of Dionysus. Do you here the spring wind's message? A sexual sonnet of animal wisdom. Mother earth in her new found virginity, grants us passage into the New Garden. Each and every year brings life and death, we now fall into the days of rebirth. A wild time for those with free minds, rallied together for the journey to the other side. Raise a toast to the bearded youth.   Lotrimar, Highpriest,straywild@htp-tel.de June 4, 2002 I Leave this Offering to Dionysus: I, the Priest, leave to thee this offering, oh Dionysos, mighty god of Knowledge, Wisdom and Madness, God of the hidden mysteries, dancing, singing and debauching God, God of wine and Lust and deeper encounters: Praise to thee, oh Mighty! Praise be to thy blessing, the Wineyard and the wine! Praise be to thy name and to thy mysteries! Praise be to thy holy deeds and to thy gifts! Praise be to thy dance, to thy wild yellings and to the success thou givest in the conrontation with the shadow which dwelleth in dark. Thou givest us the riping of Wine and the maturity in thinking and the wild ecstasy. Thou givest us magic and power in the knowledge of thy mysteries! Oh, mighty Dionysos! Hail to thee twofold born God! Son of Zeus and Semele! Chaire, Dionyse! Io dionysos! Hagios Theos! So mote it be! Thank to thee in eternity! Io Evohe!   Adam Murta, Greenmanbear@aol.com August 7, 2002 I Leave this Offering to Dionysus: Dionysus, Bull horned God, You who were infused with celestial energy twice, Let your love wind its way through my life, Just as the vine winds its way through the Vineyard of the Earth. Let the blood of life, Flow through my veins, Let it intoxicate my life with the madness that we all need. Let it give me spirit to dance, the dance of life. Let me feel free, Let me feel wild, Let me dance to the beat of the Earth. Let me find the balance of my wild side and my tame side. Let me be grounded onto the Earth, but fly into the other realms.   Vanda R. Cordier, vcordi0185@rogers.com August 27, 2002 I Speak this Prayer to Dionysus: O Mighty Dionysos,Rescuer and Restorer of Women, Destroyer of Limitations, Hear my words of gratitude and praise for the Blessed Deliverance, That you bestowed upon me!   Dede Whiteside, dwhiteside@equalaccess.org August 29, 2002 I Speak this Prayer to Dionysus: The Feast of Sts. John "On the darkest night of the year Of riddled smog dreary embers We reached a point where the light arose And shone, sung brighter than the dark unfolds It was there that we could finally see The veils that shielded our weathered leaves Which was ignorance and pride of fear That we imprisoned in us with lies and tears A cry a dew that crystallized And rolled down each cheek like eagles fly -One for that which suffers dear -The other joy, for loss of fear And with this sudden transform came A new life not for self remained But one that is and is not there The deepest heart, a love that cares For Greater Self and Serves that One Who Master of the World Serves None"   Legault, Legault@telus.net May 6, 2004 I Pour this Libation to Dionysus: May He be in our hearts always.   masonaerts@sprint.ca April 16, 2005 I Leave this Offering to Dionysus: a maenad dance for him masonaerts@sprint.ca April 16, 2005 I Pour this Libation to Dionysus: some ancient greek wine from an earthen vessel   vecp@hotmail.com June 8, 2005 Prayer: I call to Dionysos, I feel you in every breath of sweet air, taste you in every sweet drop of wine, and hear you in every sweet call of freedom you make. As each day passes I begin to understand more and more your purpose for me. I know the time is near my lord and I cry out to you let the rebirth begin for I am ready father. The days once spoke of are here our time of preparation is all most over. It is time for us to rise and return to full glory and grace, it is not to late to save this world and its people. I call to thee, I invoke thee, I cast away all physical boundaries! I am immortal, One of the divine. There is no power greater than mine. I am the Lord Dionysos, God of the vine. Who will follow me into the new garden?   Damian John Garside December 6, 2005 I Leave this Offering to Dionysos: Birth of Dionysos Sometimes a god flutters down to be reborn on fertile ground. Sometimes that the soil is so succulent augments his growth, nurturing his fire which spreads wildly, carelessly amongst the poor and downtrodden. They burn for rebirth. Sometimes his hot flowers will sacrifice all; will readily suffer a snapping of necks lopped off for holy insolence (though already dead, this by strange logic). His terrible message is that staunched, cauterized, these are but holding actions; the blood does not stop cut us and and the ichor in our veins will bleed. What god is so powerful as to summon and to share each death ecstasy? Whose very existence proclaims that which is uncontainable. And all the trees, bees, flowers, beasts, birds blaze that much fiercer for it Sometimes our shared death-ecstasy cannot be contained and the trees and flowers, beasts and birds, blaze that much the fiercer for it shot through with vivid illusions of pain that is truth is unmitigated pain stroke joy of rebirth slash resurrection.   Thomas Daffern April 24, 2006 I Leave this Offering to Dionysos: I leave an offering – my work as a peace philosopher – dedicated to you and the other gods !!!   Dean Cameron January 28, 2007 I Make this Offering to Dionysos: GOD OF THE DARK AND LIGHT, I, YOUR BLOODIED SERVANT WOUNDED IN YOUR SERVICE, OFFER UP MY PRAISE TO YOU! IN THIS SMALL THEATER WITHIN THIS GREAT THEATER, I GIVE UP VOICE AND BODY TO YOU: WHEEL-TURNER! VINE-PRESSER! LION-TAMER! ROCK-SHATTERER! LOVE-MAKER! VEIL-PARTER! WOUND-BINDER! THE VOICE OF THE FLUTE IS YOUR VOICE, THE PULSE OF THE DRUM IS YOUR PULSE!   Dionysus by Theokleia July 22, 2007 Come, maiden-fucking, dark-sea clamouring, hard-cock GOD. Come, wine-splash drinking, wet-cunt licking, ivy-rain GOD. Come, star-breast pinching, sky-back arching, grape-mouth GOD. Come, thyrsus-thrusting, horned-bull piercing, ecstatic GOD.