I am Maxine Culpa. Along with my late daughter Mia, I first became aquainted with Saint Sybian through our husband, Composer Felix Sebastian Culpa. He was born and raised in Calabria, Italia, near the site of the ancient Greek settlement of Sybaris, in the last century. When he was thirteen, Sybian began to appear to him, initiating him into her spiritual and sensual world. Felix, who was forced to disappear after unfortunate and definitely unsaintlike events , told us of Sybian's devotion to the pleasures of the father's creation: food, drink, the arts (particularly music and dance) all nature ---especially the body!! With the help of American Musicologist Patrick Lockwood, I have written these entries. Now, He also has been taken from us. Our new Scribe is Daniel Pierce, and our new Goddesss is Esperanza, whom Sybian herself has ordained. I hope that all who view this site will be encouraged to let their minds and senses wander to discover the voluptuous gifts the father freely gives us. Newcomers are urged to go to the earliest postings.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Pedro is Buried

With Felix not to be found, Maxine buried Pedro on the grounds of the estate. Esperanza presided over a most secret and sacred ritual ----- “The Embrace of the Moon.” Pedro’s brother Emilio, now the director and protector of those on the estate, was inspired to compose the “ dance chant” which the men of the estate intoned as the women danced around and over Pedro’s body, anointing it with the “Scent of the Saint”, the essence of the Bergamot oranges that only grow around Sybaris, on a coast far away.





Circles ‘round the moon
Halos sway and swoon
Tidal waves all synchronized
Seasons all in tune.

Arms of stars embrace him,
With distant lightning grace him.
All dignity to him belong:
He was gentle strong, he was strong.

Circles ‘round the moon
Halos sway and swoon.
Had he lived to be a thousand
He would have died too soon.

No statues be erected
By those he protected
Yet on the lips of every lover
No other’s name will hover.


Now the invisible road is shown,
But it is his destiny alone.
Sybian’s grotto awaits its plower
She wishes it to bloom and flower.

The tidal waves all synchronized,
Seasons all in tune,
Halos sway and swoon,
Circles ‘round the moon.






Moon embrace.mp3

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