Margaret:
    Typical isn't exactly the word to describe the weekly contact with the deities whose names have been given to the days of the week, but then again in a strange way it is. For during the years that followed it was generally like this, in terms of the nature of the individuals we chose to honour each day. Sunday: Helios, Monday: Selene, Tuesday: Ares, Wednesday: Hades and Hermes, Thursday: Zeus, Friday: Aphrodite and Saturday was Cronos.
    Generally Sundays, Mondays and Fridays were gentle. 

SUNDAY July 15th

HELIOS

We stood before the altar within the blue circle. We had placed two goblets of red wine upon the top. We raised the goblets upward as Nica spoke a welcome to Helios, the native American one he had adopted and adapted.
    Within seconds of us hailing the God of the Sun and placing the goblets on a side table the temple glowed gold. Golden sunbeams lit up the altar, different kinds of beam, some thin but others were thick. I can't describe just how amazing it was, all different kinds. SO beautiful, and then Helios’ voice rich and deep:
    "I send my beams into this lovely little temple once more and with them comes my love to you both and may I bring peace and serenity as well. Much is taking place in the temples all over your world.
    The priestess has had some frightening experiences and I have no intention of adding to these, but will take her to a place where she can regain a feeling of security."
    He pulled me so gently and I stepped into open grassy countryside, short grass and downland. I sat down and suddenly butterflies appeared, dancing and flapping all around. There were so many different kinds fluttering, some exotic others more common. 
    I heard his voice:
    "You know what this means. It is a sign. Just rest."
    So I did. It was so lovely and warm and beautiful to watch.
    "Now you are not alone. I bring the priest here so that he too will feel the tranquillity in his mind."
    And across the field, in the distance I could see a little wisp of mist.
    "That is all you can see." 
    I knew it was Nica.
    "Yes you are privileged mortals. Yet we too are privileged. You pay homage to all the mighty and great ones so regularly. This will never be forgotten."

I felt lifted and noticed a path, a sandy path with small bushes on either side some in bloom and lots of wild flowers on either side. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, the sun was shining and the air was filled with floral perfume and butterflies.
     "Feel my sun beams on your shoulders. This is a path of energy and vitality. May you always walk it together."
     And suddenly I saw, next to me was Nica. Grinning like a Cheshire cat.
    "I bring the priest and let him walk beside you," said Helios. "So that he too may feel my rays upon his shoulders."
    We walked quite a distance and then ahead of us was a pool, a natural rock pool and I turned to Nica...
    ...but he was gone. I was alone again. On the ground I noticed a green glass goblet.
    "Drink from this pool. It will give you energy."
    And I picked up the goblet and dipped it into the pool, the water was perfectly clear. Without hesitation I drank. It tasted very sweet.
    Then before it even reached my stomach I was back in the temple. The altar was radiant with gold.
    "Today many mortals will be influenced by my presence in my temples. Go now. I bless you both."

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/...Journal Sunday Night