Let us delve into the realm of the Greek goddess Aphrodite, known as the Smile-Loving. She is a divine beauty, Her radiance rivaling that of the heavens, yet Her wrath can be as fierce as the sea She was born from. Emerging from the sea froth of Ouranos' castration, She is hailed as the daughter of Zeus. While She may be a minor deity of the sea, particularly associated with sea foam and creatures like tortoises, turtles, and clams, Her influence extends far beyond, shaping numerous myths and narratives as the Goddess of Passion.
These pages will give you a glimpse into my understanding and reverence of Aphrodite. The content, largely drawn from my grimoire, is a testament to my unique perception and worship of this goddess. However, it's important to note that the altar concept, while significant to me, is a conceptual representation and not a direct reflection of my daily worship. These visuals are crafted with the internet in mind and are highly aesthetic.
Heavenly, smiling Aphrodite, praised in many hymns,
sea-born revered goddess of generation, you like the night-long revel,
you couple lovers at night, O scheming mother of Necessity.
Everything comes from you: you have yoked the world,
you control all three realms, you give birth to all,
to everything in heaven, to everything upon the fruitful earth,
to everything in the depths of the sea, O venerable companion of Bacchos.
You delight in festivities, O bride-like mother of the Erotes,
O Persuasion, whose joy is in the bed of love, secretive giver of grace,
visible and invisible, lovely-tressed daughter of a noble father,
bridal feast companion of the gods, sceptered, she-wolf,
beloved and man-loving, giver of birth and life.
Your maddening love-charms yoke mortals,
they yoke the many races of beasts to unbridled passion.
Come, O goddess born in Kypros: you may be on Olympos,
O queen, exulting in the beauty of your face,
you may be in Syria, country of fine frankincense
you may be driving your golden chariot in the plain,
you may lord it over Egypt's fertile river bed.
Come, whether you ride your swan-drawn chariot over the sea's billows,
joining the creatures of the deep, as they dance in circles,
or on the land in the company of the dark-faced nymphs
as light-footed they frisk
over the sandy beaches,
Come lady, even if you are in Kypros that cherishes you,
where fair maidens and chaste brides throughout the year sing of you,
O blessed one, as they sing of immortal, pure Adonis.
Come, O beautiful, O comely goddess,
I summon you with holy words, I summon you with a pious soul.
