Rituals of Delsephine

The Morning Rituals of Delsephine

A Tale of the Twelve Tribes

No longer are the tiles of Babylon more sugared than those of Monemvasia.

The oils you brought in from the markets… olive oil pressed from fruits plucked from ancient trees, and all that there is. There is.

I, too, cannot help but wonder how thick the rugs of the Ninth Tribe of Delsephine must be.

The peppers are red with desire and burn with the flames of fire. Cardamom oil drifts from the oil lamps, and lavender fills the air. This is the scent of Desiderada, rising from the sacred stones of amethyst.

The bath is filled with fresh waters from the river goddess Oshun. Her waters, cool as spring, renew the soul, healing bruises left by wars and disruptive entities that dare invade our territory.

The guards attack, defend, and fight to protect the land. To protect our Queen.

The forces of nature, weaponised.

Air, fire, water, and earth.

The mountains crush, the fires burn, the waters drown, and the winds sweep the invaders away into banishment.

“I’ve heard the tales of Delsephine,” they say.

The Queen whose music serenades all Twelve Tribes. Her castles plated in gold, her baths filled with the sacred waters of Oshun, milk, and honey.

The harp, her weapon. The dance, her enchantment. Poetry and songs of seas and flowers, her divine powers.

The flowers do sing along, you know.

Echoes of choruses and songs of melodious tunes. The lyrics, a poetry of love, passion, bliss, and beauty.

The Garden of Gaia is where songs are born, and where the harp first learns her tune.

We dwell in the refuge of the Most High.

A green and scenic refuge of gardens, fresh waters, ancient trees, blossoming flowers, and precious fruits of every sort.

Here, we break bread with the nymphs and dance within their territories, telling tales born of every soil beneath our feet.

We bathe in fresh waters and whisper secrets into oils of enchantment, woven by the hands of Bethsheba herself.

These are the morning rituals of Delsephine.

And when the rituals are complete, the world is kissed once more with rebirth from the goddess.