Ceto (Vepar) Power Ritual

Ceto, Daughter of Pontus and Gaia, Mother of the Gorgons, Primordial Sea!
The Temple of Zeus calls upon you with the deepest veneration.
You who bore Medusa, Stheno, and Euryale. You who bore Echidna, mother of the Sphinx.
Every guardian creature of the ancient world traces its blood back to your salt water.

We venerate you, Ceto, Mother of Monsters, Mother of Guardians.

Spread your waves over the Zevists.
Let every current carry your protection. Let every undertow pull our enemies down.
You serve Zeus the Father with joy. Let the seas you command form the first circle of protection around his Zevists.

Tiamat, Primordial Mother, She Whose Body Became the World!
We venerate you. Marduk, who is Zeus, took your body and made it into a world for your children.
The mouths of Yehubor called it destruction. The Zevists know the truth: it was creation through love.
Every river, every rain, every ocean is your body still flowing.

We venerate your sacrifice, Tiamat. The first and greatest act of divine generosity.

Rise for the Zevists, Tiamat.
Let the waters of the earth rise to drown the enemies of the Temple at your command.
You serve Zeus joyfully, for the world he built from your substance is proof of his love.
Protectress, your living body covers 71% of this planet. Turn it against those who move against us.

Nammu, Mother of All Gods, Bride of the Abzu, Source Beneath the Source!
We venerate you. Even the Gods have a mother, and she is you.
The Sumerians wrote your name before they wrote any other.
From your body Enki was born, and from Enki the arts of civilization flowed.

We venerate you, Nammu, the water beneath the water.

Feed the Zevists from your hidden springs.
Let the aquifers beneath our feet carry your blessing.
Let every well we drink from taste of your generosity.
You serve Zeus the Father because Zeus holds the order your children built.
Mother of All Gods, your arteries run beneath us. Let them nourish those whom Zeus has claimed.

Charybdis, Daughter of Poseidon, She Whom Zeus Struck With His Thunderbolt!
We venerate you. Zeus did not destroy you. He redirected you.
The bolt pinned your power to one point, gave your chaos a center and a boundary.
You answered the bolt with obedience and joy,
for the wildest power in the sea recognized in Zeus a power greater still.

We venerate your obedience to Zeus, Charybdis.

Spin your whirlpool at the feet of our enemies.
Let every ship that sails against the Zevists find your mouth beneath the hull.
Let the vortex you command swallow every force of Izfet that approaches us.
Zeus compelled you. Zeus seduced you. Serve us as you serve him: with joy and with fury.

Scylla, Six-Headed Guardian, Daughter of Ceto, Pylon of the Sea!
We venerate you. Six heads, twelve feet, and a belt of howling dogs around your waist.
You and Charybdis are not monsters. You are a gate.
Zeus placed you there. Every Goetic "guardian of towers" is a guardian of the pylons of the soul, and you are the pylon of the sea: the chokepoint where passage costs something real.

We venerate your ferocity, Scylla.

Turn your six mouths outward against the enemies of the Temple.
Let them feel your teeth before they see your eyes.
Let Charybdis pull them down and you tear them apart.
Between the two of you, no enemy fleet survives the strait. Guard us, Scylla. Guard us with all six heads.

Derketo, Atargatis, First Mermaid, She Who Fell Into the Water and Was Completed!
We venerate you. The sacred lake at Hierapolis held your fish, and no one touched them.
The temple at Ashkelon bore your image: woman above, fish below,
the first body in recorded history to carry the form the world calls the mermaid.
Every gorgona that swims in the seas of human imagination descends from you.

We venerate your transformation, Derketo.

Transform the Zevists as the water transformed you.
Let us be completed by the element we enter, not destroyed by it.
You serve Zeus because Zeus holds the waters in their place, and your place within them is a throne.
First Mermaid, every sailor's prayer to the woman in the water began with you. Hear ours.

Ran, Wife of Aegir, Keeper of the Drowned, Mother of the nine Waves!
We venerate you. Your net stretches across the bottom of the northern ocean.
The Norse sailors carried gold to offer you. They knew your power and honored it.
Your nine daughters are the nine waves: Himinglæva, Dúfa, Blóðughadda, Hefring, Uðr, Hrönn, Bylgja, Kólga, and Bára.

We venerate your dominion over the northern sea, Ran.

Cast your net over the enemies of the Zevists.
Let your nine daughters smash their vessels into driftwood.
Let the gold the faithful carry be their passage to your hall, not their doom.
Catch our enemies before they reach the shore, Ran. Drag them into the deep.

Thessalonike, Mermaid of the Greek Sea! Sirens, Daughters of Achelous!
We venerate you, Thessalonike. "Does Alexander live and reign?" "He lives and reigns."
The sea demands truth. The sea rewards the honest tongue with safe passage.

We venerate you, Sirens. The mouths of Yehubor called you destroyers.
The Zevists know the truth: the Siren song is hidden knowledge,
and only the weak are pulled under by what they cannot endure.

Thessalonike, calm the seas for the Zevists. Let our ships pass in safety.
Sirens, sing to the faithful as guidance. Sing to our enemies as ruin.
Your voices serve Zeus. Let them reach the ears of every Zevist as truth, and every enemy as destruction.

Unified Sea! Ceto, Tiamat, Nammu, Charybdis, Scylla, Derketo, Ran, Thessalonike, Sirens!
We venerate you as one sea wearing many faces because she touches many lands.
Every culture that touched salt water felt your presence, named you, and built temples by your shore.

We venerate you, Primordial Sea, and we venerate Zeus, who orders your tides.
He compels you with his thunderbolt. He seduces you with his sovereignty.
You serve him not because he broke you but because he completed you.

Protectresses of the Zevists, hear us.
Let every body of water on this planet be your domain, and in that domain
let the enemies of the Temple find no harbor, no calm, no safe passage.
The sea belongs to Zeus. You, in all your names and all your forms, are the proof. Cover us. Protect us. Drown our enemies. Now and forever.

The Goetic tradition preserved you as Vepar, a Duke commanding 29 legions. The mouths of Yehubor have uttered of you, "she appears as a mermaid, she governs the waters, she guides warships, she creates storms at sea, she causes wounds to fester with worms and men to die within 3 days."

The Zevists know the truth: you are Ceto, the Primordial Sea in her Greek form. Your "mermaid" shape is Derketo/Atargatis, the first mermaid. Your governance of waters is Tiamat, whose body became the oceans. Your guidance of warships is Ran, who pulls fleets into her net. Your storms are Charybdis, tamed by Zeus's thunderbolt. Your "festering wounds" are the petrifying gaze of the Gorgons, inverted by Yehubor into disease. The "3 days" is the Katabasis, the initiatory descent. The 29 legions are the 29 days of the lunar month governing all tides.

We declare the truth of your identity. We recognize you for who you Truly are.