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Me:” I feel so disconnected from my gods maybe they’ve abandoned me or they are angry”
Apollo:”no girl it’s called depression go take a vitamin D and go outside”
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the cure for loneliness is sitting in a peaceful spot, lighting a little candle and inviting a deity you love to join you
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I need you to genuinely understand that pagan and polytheistic spaces are just as likely to turn cult-like as Christian ones.
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e-offering for Lady Artemis and Lord Apollo 🌙🌞🏛️🌿
Blessed be the Divine Twins ✨🌱🏛️
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Dionysus is in the erratic dancing in your room
Apollo is in the strum of your instrument
Artemis is in the swift glance of the deer
Hestia is in the warm hugs of family
Athena is in the peering eyes of the owl
Zeus is in the admiration of the pattering rain
Hera is in the stern guidance of a mother
Hephaestus is in craftsmanship of your tool
Aphrodite is in the overwhelming feeling of affection
Ares is in the instinct to protect those in need
Poseidon is in the enthralling crash of the watery waves
Hermes is in the ever-moving soul of a traveler
Demeter is in the wind sifting through the wheat
{ Original Poem for the Theoi }
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Sometimes the vibes at the altar can’t be beat.
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"Witches escape to the forest to listen to the whispers of nature itself." -Dacha Avelin
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How I perceive different deities' energies
(based on personal experiences)
Apollon ☀️: Light coming up from somewhere deep in the gut. An ache that almost burns. And it might if I stare too long. Swelling gold. A chorus of music too perfect to be written, words that could shatter my tongue if I tried to speak them.
Brigid 🔥: A lump at the back of my throat. Tears in my eyes while I smile. Joy and grief mixed together under my ribcage. Melodies sung through the ages, and through tears. Warmth at my back and a hand on my cheek. Baked bread. Garden herbs. Clear water from a well. An embrace that could last an age.
Nyx 🌌: The low, echoing hum of something eternal. Something too ancient to comprehend and too overwhelming to be perceived. Endless. Ethereal. Peace and chaos. Quiet and thunderous. Coffee. Red wine. Onyx.
The Morrigan 🐦⬛: A chant of words I can't understand, spoken in a language I never knew and never forgot. The cold steel of a blade's edge. Sharp, precise, and unwavering. Her language of secrets and ancient knowledge could swallow you whole if you let it.
Hekate 🗝: Whispers. Shadows against candlelight. A flickering flame that knows how to dance in the wind. The smell of old parchment and herbs. A ripple on the water. As intricate and mesmerizing as a spider's web. Silent and sharp like a viper. A bark and a growl heard from somewhere too far away for me to see.
Aine 🧚🏼♀️: Sunlight breaking over the surface of a river. Citrus. Wildflowers. Fresh grass. Wind sweeping over a meadow. Wind chimes. Fruit trees finally coming into bloom. The juice from an apple trickling down your neck. Laughter. So much laughter.
Aphrodite ❤️: Flower petals. Something sweet and soft like honey that trickles down the back of my throat and seeps into my belly. It spreads all through me like starlight trapped in my veins. Bells. A want that could dissolve me. A yearning that would hurt if it didn't taste so lovely. The pain feels like a lifetime away.
Tiamat 🐉: Clusters of stars. Endless reflections of light on the water's surface. The deep song of a whale that echoes through the pulse of the sea. An eye that gazes down from the cosmos.
Caer Ibormeith 🦢: A lullaby that has been with me for longer than I know. A kiss pressed to my forehead. That place between sleeping and awake, between real and not. Cool air at twilight. Dew on the glass before sunrise. Clean fabric. A veil. Flying over the world as it sleeps.
Artemis 🦌: Freedom. Breaktaking, devastating freedom. A stag drinking fresh water from a spring. A doe and her fawn, sleeping as the songbirds chirp at dawn. A rush. A absolute rush like mountain air in your blood. The moon over the ocean at night. Bird calls. Wildflowers. Bones bleaching in the sun. The great bear that walks in the stars. A hymn that only beasts can sing. Jasmine and animal fur and the midnight air.
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