Diana, Queen of Serpents

[Zephonith Serpent Woman]

 Diana, Queen of the Serpents, Giver of the Gift of Languages

 

 

 

"In a long and strange legend of Melambo, a magian and great physician of divine birth, there is an invocation to Diana which has a proper place in this work. The incident in which it occurs is as follows:

"One day Melambo asked his mother how it was that while it had been promised that he should know the language of all living things, it had not yet come to pass.And his mother replied :

"Patience my son, for it is by waiting and watching oursel;ves that we learn how to be taught.

And thou hast within thee the teachers who can impart the most, if thou wilt seek to hear them, yes, the professors who can teach thee more in a few minutes than others learn in a life."

It befell that one evening Melambo, thinking on this while playing with a nest of young serpents which his servant had found in a hollow oak, said:

 

"I would that I could talk with you

Well I know that ye have language, as graceful as your movement, 

As brilliant as your colour."

 

Then he fell asleep, and the young serpents twined in his hair and began to lick his lips and eyes, while his mother sang :~

 

 

"Diana! Diana! Diana! Regina

delle strege! E della notte

oscura, E di tutta la natura! Delle 

stelle e della luna, E di tutta la

fortuna!

Tu che reggi la marea,

Che risplendi il mare nella sera!

Colla luce sulle onde, La

pedrona sei del oceano, Colla 

tua barca, fatta, Fatta a mezza

luna, La tua barca rilucente,

Barca e luna crescente; Fai

sempre velo in cielo, E in terra

sulla sera, E anche a navigate

Riflettata sulla mare, Preghiamo

di dare a questo, Questo buon Melambo, Qualunque parlare Di 

qualunque ammali!"

 

The invocation of the Serpent's mother to Diana

 

 

Diana! Diana! Diana! Queen of all

enchantresses and of the dark night,

And of all nature, Of the stars and of the

moon, And of all fate or fortune! Thou 

who rulest the tide, Who shinest by night

on the sea, Casting light upon the waters

~,Thou who art mistress of the ocean In 

thy boat made like a crescent, Crescent

moon-bark brightly gleaming, Ever

smiling high in heaven, Sailing too on

earth, reflected In the ocean, on it's

water, We implore thee give this sleeper,

Give unto this good Melambo The great

gift of understanding What all creatures

say while talking"

 

An extract from the Vangelo, or Gospel of the Witches, by Charles.G.Leyland.