Children of the Crown - Ode to Alphecca

And so we sang together,

Attuned again, beneath Rhea’s glance.

In your ordered mind,

You thought there was nothing more

Than the label someone else gave you.

You thought your sorcery could overcome the vibration.

I stood - trapped and accused in public,

Smeared and derided - because of you.

Were you among his dogs? Barking and drooling, steeped in stolidity?

Nothing is more useless than the corrupted deriding the pure.

And you saw it.

We should never assume everyone else is like us.

The hounds were sent after me.

I hid. I played their game. They watched my every move.

You sent forth another trap.

You are so efficient in those kinds of traps - traps that catch the heart.

Under the light of the Eclipse, I fell into his arms and unlocked the real dogs -

The ones who slaughter those whose love was rejected.

But you didn’t know I had eaten the roses and prepared the sacrificial bread.

I wore my golden crown as I saluted the River.

You thought the label was enough.

And then I hid, escaped, and derided them in return,

Using the blade of the underworld that my soul possesses.

Why this fear? Why this superficial judgment?

Can’t you surrender to the precision of Rhea

And the ineffable attunement in that feeling?

That feeling.

That sorrow - sung in a discantus,

Thousands of miles and eons apart,

United in time, in our heart.

That sadness - profound and inescapable.

You know it.

Persephone was moved by Orpheus’ song.

And so was Hades.

O divine spark, brightest jewel of the celestial Crown!

My soul is astonished by your otherworldly beauty,

Ornate with flowers -

That deep, sweet tone that sings the heartache

Of a solitude few souls know.

Only by you -

That never-acknowledged sparkling shine of lead,

With silver -

Could voice, beauty, and music be so woven.

Alphecca, I bow to your exquisite forms,

Your sounds, your divine secrets.

Today, as Rhea just taught me, in Kairos,

I praise your culmination!

And as for you -

Courage comes from the heart, beloved.

Step down and accept the garland.

This weaving is not made by humans.

We are but walkers beneath the Stars.

Become Ariadne. Accept the garland.

Prepare for your spouse, Dionysus.

He will neither betray nor abandon you.

Deep, deep - they were chained.

The heavenly Titans are now free, beloved.

Can’t you see it?

Unchained by Nanaya’s sweet smile.

Acknowledge the agency of the real divinities.

Surrender, my heart -

Surrender to Love.

27/28 June 2025

Click on the image below to experience the reading of the poem with a visual meditation.

Sacred geometry with topaz and rosemary - click to watch the video reading

Below, an elaborated image of the artist who gave me the vibes I describe in the poem: Pluto conjunct Alphecca, Check his chart to decipher the other codes. If you click on this image, you can listen to the song I refer to, worthy of the best Orpheuses of our age.

Jonathan Hultèn - Pluto conjunct Alphecca