According to mythological accounts Silenus was  tutor to the God Dionysus. Most notably Silenus enjoyed wine and was renowned for his good- natured wisdom, and anyone who managed to gain his undivided attention could from him discover the future.
    Most mythological descriptions portray Silenus almost permanently in a state of drunkenness; but if anything Silenus counsels for moderation.

Silenus chooses to appear as a male in his mid 50s. He is big, broad and slightly plump. He has rosy round cheeks, a short grey-brown beard, wispy greyish hair, dark eyes and a laughing smile. Silenus is one of the most cheerful of all the Gods, and his arrival is always accompanied by a deep-throated chuckle. 

"I enjoy the way you honour me, speak to me, have wine with me and burn incense for me. I am not a mighty God, rather a lesser one yet I enjoy myself better than those on high. As a God I take my work very seriously. Other Gods and Goddesses give gifts of courage and love; but I bring laughter which is just as important. Retain your sense of humour and all will be well.

There are mortals who condemn drink as evil. For mortals a moderate amount of wine is good for you. None at all or too much is bad. Wine from the grape is far superior to liquid from hops or spirits. To drink oneself into a stupor when one does not know what is happening is more than foolish as it can let evil enter the body. But to drink to be merry is the finest thing and therefore should not be stopped. I am the great God Silenus who knows these things.

I now have many more temples and am influencing the mortals to be more cheery in their manner and their dress. Christians, pah! They do not appreciate wine. The blood of an impostor, the son of a God who does not exist. They worship a God of their imagination who they believe expects them to be pure in all ways, that they must never drink, never smoke. They do not seem to wear bright colours and are permanently miserable or else put a false smile upon their face. 
    In a temple I have recently acquired, the only wine the priest took was a sip of communion wine, as their custom demands he takes a sip before starting this ceremony. I enjoyed influencing a choirboy to  fill it with a half bottle of whisky, a strong liquor. The priest enjoyed this so much he had more than one sip. Although it was rubbish, he preached the best sermon of his life and his miserable face nearly cracked with laughter when he left my temple.
    I believe every day and every night are for celebrations, yet this does not seem to be so. So I make my own."

Silenus' Celebration of Wine - 
4th October