Last night was the Temple’s official celebration of the Martyrdom of Hypatia of Alexandria. I’ve said before that I consider Hypatia to be one of the ancestral spirits of this Temple, as one as one of my personal heroes.
It was a great evening. Three other people were in attendance, including my adoptive mother. She has been bogged down lately with life stuff. This was the first time in a while she’s been able to attend ritual like she used to, so it was wonderful to have her here again.
I wrote the ritual to appeal to Hypatia as an ally in the fight against religious intolerance in all forms and against the tide of anti-intellectualism that there seems to be in America.
I had planned on offering Hypatia the traditional Greek heroic offering of milk and honey, but at the last minute I discovered that my boyfriend had finished off the milk. I had to substitute clear water for milk, but the ritual went off fine. You have to work with what you have. Sometimes if you wait for everything to be perfect before you do ritual, you’ll never do anything at all. The Gods aren’t horribly picky, but it is important to actually DO ritual. We show our loves for the Gods by actions, not just warm fuzzy thoughts. But it was a great night. The energy was very serene and peaceful.