Apollo

The Birth and Song of Apollo
Latona our Goddess was swollen heavy with the seed of Heaven. She crossed the Tigris-Euphrates River in the pangs of labour. As she reached the distant shore, Her water broke, causing the first life-giving flood of inundation. Clutching the earth, she cried – and at that cry all worlds were silenced. Latona’s fingers marking the sand, and then arose the Sons of Earth, who danced the dance of sword and shield.
In the course of time, Latona gave birth to the Moon Diana and to the Sun Apollo. They were the Twin Wolves ever by the side of our Mistress of the Night.
The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!
Where burning Saphho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace,
Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung!
To the light and rays of the Mighty Sun.
Protected by Jupiter and Neptune alike
Bring his son to this Earth to heal Mankind.
The Golden Wolf of The Sun is he,
Sol Invictus, Apollo, Phoebus, Delphinus and Lucifer,
Bringer of Light, healer to all, poet, musican
Apollo is of all
As upon this night of honour to Apollo,
We stand before He, our God, our Sun God
We venerate, honour, work and serve he.
As his rays now again to awaken and to rise,
Let the Sun God Awaken and been so seen by all eyes.
As it is our song to thee Apollo, Phoebus, Sol Invictus, Lucifer
We honour thee.
Hymn to Apollo
How Apollo’s laurel sapling shakes!
How the whole temple shakes! Away, away with the wicked!
It must be Phoebus kicking at the door with his fair foot.
Do you not see? The Delian palm nods gently,
All of a sudden; the swan sings beautifully in the air.
Bolts of the doors thrust yourselves back.
Keys–open the doors! For the god is no longer far away.
So, young men, prepare yourselves for singing and dancing.
Apollo appears not to all, only to the good.
He who sees him is great; who does not is lowly.
We will see you, Worker from Afar, and we will never be lowly.
Let the cithara not be silent.
Nor your step noiseless with Apollo approaching, you children,

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