Morpheus-Hypnos (Sargatanas) Power Ritual

Morpheus, Opener of the Body's Gate, He Who Frees the Soul Into the Aether!
The Temple of Zeus calls upon you with the deepest veneration.
You who loosen the soul from its cage of bone and send it traveling through the spaces between the stars, through the halls of the unseen,
through the territories that only the unbound can reach.

We venerate the astral road you open, Morpheus.
We venerate the soul's capacity to leave and to return whole.

Open the gate of the body for the Zevists.
Let our souls travel freely when we will it.
Let our astral bodies move through the unseen with clarity and purpose.
Let every projection be guided by your hand, and let every return be complete,
with full memory and full understanding of what was seen.
Sargatanas, Archon of the Threshold: open the gate. We are ready to travel.

Morpheus, Shaper of Dreams, Son of Hypnos, He Who Sends True Visions in the Night!
We venerate your craft. You take the raw substance of sleep
and shape it into faces, places, warnings, and revelations.
You can wear the face of any man, any woman, any god.
And through these masks, you speak the truth that the waking mind refuses to hear.

We venerate the prophetic dream, Morpheus.
We venerate the Gate of Horn through which true visions pass.

Send true dreams to the Zevists.
Let the Initiates of Zeus receive knowledge in their sleep that they could not find in waking.
Let dangers be shown before they arrive. Let opportunities be revealed before they pass.
Let every dream the faithful dream be a message, not noise.
Shaper of Dreams, shape our nights into schools. Let us wake wiser than we slept.

Hypnos, All-Ruling, He Who Conquered Even Zeus With Sleep, Lord of Invisibility!
We venerate your power to make the visible vanish.
Even Zeus himself fell to your touch when Hera called upon you.
You closed the eyes of the King of the Gods. No power in the cosmos resists your hand.

We venerate the veil you draw, Hypnos.
We venerate the silence that swallows sound, the shadow that swallows sight.

Make the Zevists invisible to their enemies.
Let those who hunt us see nothing. Let those who listen for us hear nothing.
Let the agents of Izfet search and find only empty rooms.
Let the faithful move unseen through hostile territory, shielded by your shadow.
Sargatanas, you who made yourself invisible, make us invisible. Let our enemies grope in the dark while we walk in the light of the Gods.

Hypnos, the Gentle, Twin of Thanatos, Healer of the Night!
We venerate your tenderness. You are the gentlest of all the Gods.
You come on quiet wings and touch the eyelids of the exhausted,
and the pain stops, the noise stops, the war stops.
Every wound heals faster beneath your hand. Every grief eases in your care.

We venerate the sacred sleep, Hypnos.
We venerate the night as the temple in which the body is rebuilt.

Grant the Zevists sacred sleep.
Let every Initiate of Zeus sleep deeply, fully, and without interruption.
Let the body heal in the dark hours. Let the mind sort its burdens into order.
Let every night of rest be a night of regeneration, so that the Zevists rise each morning stronger than when they lay down.
Gentle Hypnos, touch our eyes. Let us rest. We have fought all day. Give us the night.

Sargatanas, Sar-Gatanas, Archon of the Gates, Keeper of the Nocturnal Road!
We venerate the threshold you command.
Between the waking world and the dream there is a gate. You hold the key.
Between the visible and the invisible there is a veil. You draw it.
Between the body and the soul there is a hinge. You oil it.
Every passage between states of consciousness passes through your jurisdiction.

We venerate your sovereignty over the gates, Sargatanas.

Open every gate the Zevists need opened. Close every gate that must be sealed.
Let the passage between worlds be smooth for the faithful and impassable for the enemy.
Let the Zevists walk between waking and sleeping, between visible and invisible,
between body and soul, with the ease of those who carry the Archon's key.
Morpheus shapes the dream. Hypnos grants the sleep. You, Sargatanas, hold the gate that connects them all. Hold it open for us. Hold it shut against Izfet. Now and forever.