BOWYNN GODS: SHAYLA

My Personal Prayer to Anhur

O revered Anhur, King of the Gods, who presides over the hearts of men and the deeds of mortals, I kneel before your wisdom and bountiful spirit. As the scepter of law rests in your grasp, may your voice guide me in the paths of virtue and justice, and may your watchful gaze shield my family beneath the wings of protection and grace. O Anhur, embodiment of order and moral strength, crowned in the bountiful leaves of the Maple Tree, I offer my humble heart and supplications. You, who traverses the earth and the air, lend your ears to my pleas. Grant me courage in the face of adversities, and guide my footsteps along the path of righteousness. May I uphold the virtues you cherish and stand firm in the name of justice. With offerings of sincerity and gratitude, I present my words before you, great Anhur—sacred totem of the wolf, steadfast guardian of families. May my heart echo the principles of honor and truth you embody, as I strive to foster peace and love within my home. In every counsel I provide and every decision I make, may I reflect your wisdom.

O wise Anhur, as I navigate the trials of life, bestow upon me the insight to discern the just from the unjust, to protect the vulnerable, and to champion the cause of the oppressed. In times of conflict, may my spirit remain unwavering, guided by the light of your virtues. Let not fear overshadow my resolve, for I carry your strength within me. In the spirit of community, I call upon the essence of Alaway, the magnificent hall where gods gather in unity, leaving behind their discord. May love and respect flourish among my kin and strengthen the bonds that tie us. Let us feast together in joy, sharing not only our harvests but our hearts, reflecting the harmony you instill in us all. O Anhur, greatest of fathers and protector of the just, as I tread the paths of life, may your spirit walk alongside me, granting peace to my household and justice in my actions. May the legacy of your reign inspire hope and virtue in my heart, guiding my steps as I endeavor to uphold the sanctity of family, the strength of communities, and the harmony of the earth. So shall it be, under the watchful and loving eye of our King.

Bowynn Gods: Daekk

Daekk  (Dayk)  Daekk is the god of abundance,  wealth, fortune, fame and patron to treasuries, banks, bankers, tradesmen, mints, minters and all other forms of commerce. Daekk is the son of Rhya and Anhur. He is one of the youngest gods of the Akua and in Alaway. His sisters are Tymora and Hemwey.

After taking his station as a god of Alaway, Daekk started to flaunt and abuse his gifts far less than wisely; giving gifts of wealth to only those that pleased him. This upset the great balance of Bia. Most people were poor, hungry and dying because they could not afford care. Yet Daekk still gave only to those who could afford to give to him and who wore rich robes and jewelry, because he was attracted to them. Having seen enough, Anhur, King of the gods at last punished Daekk and turned him into an old blind and deaf immortal. In this way Daekk would still be able to dispense his gifts to mankind without influence of wealth, looks or prejudice. Sadly, this means that sometimes Daekk's gifts of wealth and fortune is somewhat wrongly gifted.

     Another version of this sacred story is that Anhur made Daekk eternally baby him instead. This way he could not be influenced audibly or visually by those that pray to him. Either or version, this sacred story upholds the saying "Judge not a man by his appearance." At the same time, Daekk will take away the wealth of people who abuse it

     Being a babe or old man of Alaway, he is tended to by the goddess Tymora, the goddess of luck and fortune. When not being nursed by the goddess, he is placed in his chamber of wealth in the halls of Alaway where he spends his time playing in his riches and dispensing them to mankind. The chamber is the great treasury of the gods that is always plentiful, the walls decorated in Lapis, Amber, Silver and Gold, rich woods and well adorned roofing. This is Daekk's personal room. His bed also being decorated richly and he is fed on the richest of milk from the sacred herd of the gods. Being of such a young age, Daekk is one of the very few gods that never leaves Alaway.

     In his child-like form, Daek is seen as an infant of no more than a year old, still crawling about on his hands and knees. His hair is of blond locks and his eyes amber in color. He wears little to no clothing and no jewels himself. If he wears anything at all it may be a loincloth or a child's tunic. In his older form, Daekk is seen as a man of fatherhood years, often bearded. Yet still his simply dressed and a blindfold about his eyes and a walking stick. If the older Daekk does leave Alaway he often takes the form of a beggar man or a mouse. Mice being a Bowynn symbol of Wealth. Sacred gifts often given to Daekk come in the form of coins, money, sacks and bundles of grain, incense, milk and mice votives. Images of mice and baby Daekk are often represented on treasure boxes to ensure protection and encourage growth of the contents within. Another special offering to Daekk is that of "false money" or play money. It is often made and on it, prayers are written and then left on the altar, eventually buried. Though this is often to ask for wealth and the act of burying the "false money" with a plant seed is in hope that as the plant grows, so will a person's wealth.

Bowynn Gods: Intarro

Intarro (In-tar-rho)  The Intarro are also known as the “steals light people.” These are a type of Tii created by Mano to create disorder, chaos and darkness in the world so his cousins Brand and Kord could not see when he attacked them. After the battle the Intarro disappeared into the sky where they normally dwell. Now they engage themselves in creating eclipses to trick people. The Intarro sometimes come back to earth where they take the form of humans and cause pranks. They are best known for their vampire-like looks and tendencies; pale skin, red/yellow glowing eyes and skin filled with tattoos. Happiness, laughter, joy, music and light are their enemies. Like Mano, the Intarro are never called to or invoked. Even calling on them to curse someone is shunned, as they will never leave and even plague that caster of the spell.

My Personal Prayer to Adarro

O Adarro, Spirit of the White Dolphin, I raise my voice in reverence to you, joyous god of the waves and protector of all who dwell by the shores. With hands uplifted, I seek your blessing, for you are the Master of Abundance, the one who dances amongst the tides and whispers to the souls of the sea. Come forth, O Adarro, son of Sumon and Phoenix, twin brother of Madarro, hear me, your humble devotee. In the shimmering light of dawn, as the sun kisses the waters, I call upon your radiant spirit to guide my heart and my hands. I present before you meals of fish and offerings of star-fish, sweet water lilies, and fragrant seaweed, wafting incense toward the heavens. May these gifts reach your ears and fill your heart with joy, as you have filled my life with bounty and abundance from the depths of the sea.

Grant me, Adarro, the wisdom to weave my nets with skill and the strength to cast them upon gentle waters. Teach me the ways to honor the rhythm of the tides and to recognize the moments of peril, that I may navigate the currents with grace. Protect those I hold dear as you safeguard the fishermen of old and bring forth the harvest of the sea in merry abundance. I rejoice in your spirit, O joyful god, as you dance along the sandy shore, celebrating with mortals as you guide their lives with laughter and light. Let my heart mirror your joyful essence, so that I may also bring cheer to those around me, with hands that create and feet that follow your dance. In your presence, I find solace, Adarro, and in your wisdom, I seek understanding. May I honor you as the tides honor the moon, in perpetual rhythm and reverence, for you are the lifeblood of the sea and the joy of the shore. Let my voice carry your name, and my heart forever treasure the blessings you bestow. So shall it be, in the realm of the waters and the sands, marked by your joy.

Syember!

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Bowynn Gods: Gorto

Gorto  (Gor-toe)  The Gorto are Kii of forges and kilns. The Gorto are the helpful spirits of potters and blacksmiths. These Kii are said to be some of the small servants to brothers Kalen, Gondor and their wives. The Gorto try to assure that pottery will not shatter while baking and metal wares will not overheat or bend wrong while being forged. The Gorto will take residence most of the time in blacksmith's and potter's shops, close to the forges and ovens. Gorto often work hand in hand with The Abbonna.

Smithies, will have images of Gorto carved in their anvils and hammers, and Potters with have their images on the sides of their kilns. Potters and Blacksmiths will make the first object they create devoted to the Gorto or in the shape of a Gorto, this is a way of asking the Gorto to bless the crafter in all they make there-after.

The Gorto (left and right in the 2nd row) working hard in the home of Gondor

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The Bowynn Gods: Bia

(This listing starts with the 7 great divinities of Creation. The Creatrix that was at the beginning. After the 7, all other gods will be listed in alphabetical order.)

"Creation / Hand of Bia" - created by D. Kzmarinski 1984 - 26"x34"

Bia  (By-ah)  - In the great Bowynn tale of Creation, Bia emerged from the reign of nothingness. Bia was not so much a deity as much as being a personification of creation. Bia represents creation, the force and balance of all things. Without Bia there is only chaos. It was the emergence of Bia that put an end to emptiness, the chaos and vanquished the never ending “Mist”. From Bia was born the first gods. Bia is the very element of 'Balance.'

     From Bia the first gods of creation were born: Paut, Tya, Ohenn, Brea, Unthar, Sumon, Phoenix, , and musch leter Daeth and Tora, Saul and Shayla, Maeanna and the three sisters, the Ano Taya.

     Bia is the most sacred of all of the divine in the Bowynn tradition. Even the gods themselves including Anhur, bow down and give honor to Bia. In the Bowynn tradition, Bia can take the shape and/or voice of anything it please, thereby Bia was able to set down laws and judgments, and still does. There are some who solely devoted to Bia and Bia’s powers. They spend their lives in constant pursuit of attaining the goals that Bia set. Others just give Bia the most respect and live their lives in balance.

    Bia has no true form as the other immortals. Bia takes the form of all and none. Therefore, Bia takes no one side. Bia is neither male nor female, mostly depicted just as a hand, as it places the stars and plants in the universal space. Bia is the perfect balance. Being that Bia is everything and is all about, all things are sacred to Bia. So many different types of offerings are sent but the most popular is simply incense or lit candle.

      (Equivalent would be Khaos, Ptah, the Abrahamic "God" and other divine beings of creation.)

Symbolic motif of the Great Creatix with a symbol of Bia in the very center. Embroidery detail on a Hladd. created by Lorra Konrad 1991

Bowynn Gods: Owenn

Owenn  (Oh-when)  Owenn is the Bowynn god of healing, good health, surgery, recovery, medicine and herbalism and all other skills and attributes of mortal health. He is the patron god of Doctors, nurses, surgeons and those of the healing and health care professions. This includes shamans, druids, witch doctors and medicine men.

     Owenn was raised amongst the first tribes in childhood where he learned why people got sick and died. He was not a god but very much mortal. Owenn was one of those of the Great migration. And upon reaching Europe and settling in, he taught the first tribes of people the arts of medicine and healing and was beloved by all for his gifts. Sadly, on his travels, Owenn encountered a great snake, he was bit by the poisonous vermin and it was that which killed him. His body was found and cared for where he had fallen and a shrine was built in his honor. And yet, instead of the custom of cremating the body, the people found they could not carry out the task. Instead, the people wrapped his body in the most glorious of clothes and placed his body in the inner shrine. For 7 long months everyone from every tribe came to mourn Owenn’s tomb. Moved by this, the gods held a special council and answered everyone’s prayers. By Chumash and Kalma, with their grace and blessings, Owenn was resurrected as a god on the 7th day of the seventh month after his fall. He emerged from the shrine as a god and one of the Akua. In this form he has continued to bless mortals with his talents and divine gifts of healings.

Owenn and his 3 daughters of healing and health    

As a god and in time with the Akua, Owenn fell in love with a garden Kii and the couple had wed soon after. From their union, came forth three daughters who together were named "The Sisters." It is they who work with their father, Owenn, in his arts of healing. Not just for humans and the gods as well.

     As a god, Owenn is seen as a fully mature man, a father figure, with long teaming hair and thick beard. His head crowned with a copper circlet in the shape of a snake, symbolizing change from illness to health. Owenn’s demeanor is always gentle, never baring an ill word or hand to neither man nor animal. He is seen wearing a wayfarer’s robe of crimson and robes under that of various greens, representing the herbs he uses. His staff is wrapped with vines of herbs he uses in his healing brews. Often seen in his hand is a wood bowl which he makes medicine. In his totem form Owenn often appears in the form of a snake or frog, which is most sacred to him. Bowynn homes with altars and shrines to Owenn sometimes bare an image of a frog or snake with a coin in the mouth. Coins and herbs are the most divine of offers gifted to Owenn. Bowl bowls of herbs, clean water and incense are also the most common of gifts.

My Personal Prayer to Amaetheon

O mighty Amaetheon, steadfast patron of shepherds and cultivators of the earth, I humbly raise my chalice in reverence before your bounteous spirit. You, who traverse the orchards heavy with fruit and the meadows lush with blossoms, bless us with the fruits of your labors, pouring abundance into our lives like honey from the comb. O Amaetheon, adorned in the colors of harvest, crowned with ivy and the sweet essence of abundance, lend me your ear. In your presence, I bear witness to the wonders of life—the honey's golden glow, the grape's rich sweetness, and the milk's nourishing touch. My heart overflows with gratitude for the gifts you bestow upon us. With hands outstretched, I bring forth offerings from my table—cheese crafted with care, fruits plucked in their prime, and the assured bounty of the land. I place these before your likeness, hoping to see our pantries overflow with your blessings. May your wisdom guide my hands as I toil in the fields and honor the sanctity of your divine gifts.

O benevolent and every giving Amaetheon, guard us against the perils of excess! Let not the wine or ale blur our vision or lead us astray into the thorns of folly. Instead, teach us the art of balance, that we may enjoy your bounty without losing ourselves in debauchery. May your wisdom shine brightly in our hearts as we celebrate, ensuring our revelries are filled with joy, not chaos. In the spirit of harvest, let us gather together in joy and gratitude, sharing the fruits of our labor as a testament to your divine provisions. May our voices rise in songs of praise, echoing through valleys and fields as we honor you. With every shared morsel and clink of tankards, let the spirit of community flourish under your caring gaze. O Amaetheon, as I walk this path of cultivation and care, may your spirit be my guide, ensuring the cycles of life continue with harmony and prosperity. May every venture I undertake be blessed with abundance, and may your presence imbue my hands with the gentle strength of the harvest. So shall it be, under the watchful eye of the god of abundance.

Syember