This holiday is in memory of the oracle who read for Eris. Appropriate ceremonies are those which forecast the future or demystify the present. The following poem by Didyma Thelema’s lover, Asklepiades, is usually read aloud:
Didyma plunders me with her beauty.
When I look at her I am wax over fire.
If she’s black, what of it? So are coals.
When kindled, they glow like blooming roses.