The Calling of Vahagan, the Armenian God of metal & fire


The Birth of Vahagan
From Moses of Khoren's History of Armenia, fifth century

The sky is turbulent, turbulent the earth,
Turbulent the purple sea,
And turbulent also the red reed in the sea.
Smoke curled out of the reed,
Flame leaped out from the reed,
And out of the reed a fair child came forth.
His hair glowed,
His beard flamed,
And his eyes were fiery suns.


In the Name of the mighty and terrible one whose wife is Astghik, the Goddess of eternal love do I raise this sacred Hammer in homage to the sublime and powerful Gods who dwell in our sacred Mountain.

Hear me, Vahagan, whose blood is of molten metal, whose eyes are glowing steel balls of pure wisdom, whose fingers are the steel that rip the flesh of the heathen, awaken and know the I have arrived in the city that is sacred to your Name, and here I shall build a House where your metal shall protect the Priesthood against the unworthy who would blaspheme the Name of your wife and play mockery upon Our Priesthood.

Hear me, Vahagan and remember the war of King T'rdat who came with Roman Legions to do battle for your Temple.

Hear me, Vahagan, and remember the war of King Ber with the heathen King Abbas.

We shall never forsake nor convert from our Gods, Vahagan! Vahagan! Vahagan! Come forth and know the ages have not quit Thy worship. Vahagan! Vahagan! Vahagan! Vahagan!

Behold, your incense is the smoke of the ancient Volcanoes of Armenia, Thy Priests are the blacksmiths of the world, and your Name is held sacred for the weapons that have been created to protect us against the heathen Caliph and the cult of the dead man who built weak thrones of wood that are broken by your Hammer of Steel.

Awaken, and live within me, Vahagan whose Throne is of steel that cannot be destroyed and sits eternal in the secret place in the sacred Temple of our Holy Mountain. Blessed be Thy strength and wisdom.

Let me invoke you, O Vahagan, and let my eyes be awakened to your strength and wisdom. Yea, I invoke Thee, O Vahagan that my blood shall be as yours, burning with the strength of Thy life force.

Behold, this city has become sacred to your Name and its maidens who seeketh love marry the blacksmiths, and repeat on earth the Sacred Marriage which bringeth forth the conquering child of Ar.

Behold, Vahagan, I wear the apron of Thy Priesthood and its Sigil manifests Thy force as protection against our enemies.

I invoke, Vahagan, arise within Me and let my dwelling place be protected and sacred. I invoke Thee, Vahagan, awaken within me tbat I may be like you are, who guardeth the House of Ber from the soil of the profane eye.

O, Vahagan, you are the Guardian of the Royal Houses of Armenia whose sword hath metal sacred to Thee, whose wine is of molten rock, whose incense is of the volcano, whose Shield is of the finest steel, and who raged through war so that our enemies are torn by the vengeance of our lust.

O, Vahagan, you are the immortal warrior whose skin cannot be pierced, and whose body is the Guardian of my House.

Behold, Vahagan, I live in this city where your incense was burnt strongly by the blacksmiths. Look with favor upon me, O Vahagan, for I live in a city that radiates your Holy Name.

Behold, Vahagan, we are the family that does not forsake you. Behold, Vahagan, we have manifested Ashtishat as a wreath of fresh flowers upon Thy altar.



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