Hark, the sea is silent, the breezes silent too: The pain within my breast, though--it will not be stilled. ἠνίδε σιγῇ μὲν πόντος, σιγῶντι δ᾽ ἀῆται: ἁ δ᾽ ἐμὰ οὐ σιγῇ στέρνων ἔντοσθεν ἀνία --Theocritus, Idyll 2.38-39

“A woman’s face with nature’s own hand painted / Hast thou, the master-mistress of my passion”

Lines from the poem Sonnet 20 by William Shakespeare (1609) one of his texts most noted for the theme of sexual ambiguity, and the sculpture Sleeping Hermaphroditus, an Imperial Roman copy of a Hellenistic original by Polycles (circa. 155 BC) rediscovered during the early 1600s and subsequently accented with a marble pillow sculpted by Bernini in 1620; now housed in The Louvre, Paris.

Lord apollon almighty god of sun and healing bless our hearts and bodies with your forever long life and prosperity lord Apollo the son of Zeus and Leto the twin of Artemis the overseer of truths and protector of the young enlighten our world and nourish our bodies with your wisdom and powerful light I forever devote myself to you as a devotee with highest regard and honor hail lord Apollo and blessed it be <3333

Spring is for

Romantic poetry, reciting and acting out Shakespeare, roses, fresh pomegranates each day, classical music, Hellenism, Latin and Greek, vulgar girlhood, morbid longing for the picturesque

Heavenly Aphrodite, born rising from seafoam green, crying tears of pearl; bless me, and allow me to witness the infinite possibilities of beauty, the shades and colors and patterns of our exquisiteness.

Allow me to feel the fire in my heart, the softness in my soul, the weakness in my knees as I look in awe at how ethereal the human form can be.

Bless me Lady Aphrodite, bless me with raging, bursting, boundless love 💕

Your body is a temple.

Adorn it with flowers, paintings, and art.

Treat it with respect. Love it.

For your body is a temple of the Gods.

They made you. With clay. In Their every own hands.

They chose you to be here.

They knew you would change people's lives, make the world a better place. That you'd drink, eat, make love, love, love in so many ways. And hate, and bring terror and destruction. Destroy the very earth They've made for you. Destroy temples. Create temples. Abuse substances and destroy substances. To call the elements and to send them away again.

Like the rippling of the Sea, things come and go.

They have known you since before you were ever created.

For your spirit is Theirs. And Theirs, yours.

Your body is a temple.

As she mourned, so mourned the earth.

As her body withered, so withered the plants.

As her eyes stung, so stung the winds.

Winter comes when Persephone leaves.

Falling leaves from falling tears.

An earth lost to Hades.

Normal

i am sorry. sorry for telling you my darkest secrets. sorry for admitting my identity for you. sorry for pushing you away.

i have told quite a few, but they all look at me with the same look: contempt. they don't like my odd identity. how i am genderfluid, pansexual, a hellenistic pagan. they cannot wrap their simple minds around my "leftist" personality. it is very hard to find those who do not look at me like i am akin to scum on the earth.

i hide. i do not speak about it unless spoken to. i bite my tongue where i can, until it is severed from my body; yet they still expect more. they expect me to change. change my gender to "normal"; change my sexuality to "what is right"; change my religion to what is "real".

are you just following the crowd by being "normal" or do you really feel like that is how you wish to live?

-Jackson Foster

1/4/24

About Bunny <3

non-binary - they/she

25

Aqua sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

green/kitchen witch, please feel free to ask me questions

omnitheist

here to post things I find beautiful, witchy shit, and random ramblings from my anxiety riddled gourd

some of my interests are tagged below

Epitaph for an Ant

Anthologia Palatina 7.209 = Antipater of Sidon (2nd half of 2nd cent. BCE) Note: Deo = Demeter. Here beside the threshing floor, o suffering workman-ant, I have raised for you a barrow made of thirsty dirt, So that the grain-bearing furrow of Deo may charm you even dead, As you lie in a chamber turned over by the plow. αὐτοῦ σοὶ παρ᾽ ἅλωνι, δυηπαθὲς ἐργάτα μύρμηξ, ἠρίον ἐκ βώλου διψάδος ἐκτισάμαν, ὄφρα σε καὶ φθίμενον Δηοῦς σταχυητρόφος αὖλαξ θέλγῃ, ἀροτραίᾐ κείμενον ἐν θαλάμῃ.

Ants, pg. 180 from Album der Natur, 1854-55

Nike

How costly is triumph, how costly your name, Nowadays, lost in words A name so powerful That it ravaged the past.

I have given my life for it, my pride, my love, your own wings shade the future from my eyes yet I reach for it still.

Broken, whole, remade. Come to me, finally, Do it, and I shall see again, Never asked for your name, But I need it, desperately.

O’ Goddess, let me claim you Let me claim your sacred gold, I will beg at your feet, hands curling against your tunic, for a Victory that isn’t mine to bear.

i feel like a bad hellenistic witch

i don’t have the energy to truly connect to the ones i worship

while i believe in them and listen to their stories and teachings i feel it isn’t enough

some days i curse to them, why make a body that hurts and crumples? why cast so much pain on me?

i want to be open and free, talking and connecting to my deities but how does one run through a field of flowers when using a cane?

in my heart i know i am loved but it gets so difficult some days.

my altar lays untouched for months, my crystals uncharged, my pendulum in a drawer. what do i do when i feel guilty but cannot leave the comfort of my bed?

am i bad?

the real question is what side would you be on, if you had witnessed infamous ides of march ??

You have no idea how tough a question this is for me specifically for soooooo many reasons

Pros of being a conspirator - I am French, any action against Julius Caesar is an automatic W for me in favor of our dear departed Vercingétorix (plus I was a chronic Astérix reader as a little kid when I was in France over the summers), tyrannicide is inherently moral because autocratic single person rule is not something I'm a fan of, in general I also quite like democracy, get to be a part of one of history's greatest group projects. Also Antony annoys the shit out of me so being opposed to him would be nice.

Cons of being a conspirator - I like reading about Augustus so I'm partial to his sides in conflicts on a personal level, the Cinna the poet vs Cinna the conspirator debacle is a bit of a turnoff, speaking of the aforementioned Augustus when the grieving hyper-intelligent teenager with all of Caesar's money and connections and personally loyal soldiers rocks up to Rome saying "hey people who murdered my father figure I'm gonna kill every single one of you and leave your families destitute no matter how long it takes me" and starts amassing a lot of popularity and power to get that done I would like to not be a part of the dead people group as I like not being dead, Ides of March had noble intentions but so spectacularly backfired almost immediately by being a direct cause for the rise of autocratic single person rule in the Western world and I can't have that on my conscience both morally and also because that's one of history's biggest Ls. Also Cicero annoys the shit out of me so being opposed to him would be nice.

You see my dilemma.

I'm gonna be on the seer's side, I'm staying out of it, I'm an unbiased witness who's just gonna whistle on through and go about my day and hopefully not die.

Hail Aphrodite,

gleaming, sea-foam born goddess,

I look for you in the night sky

& find you nestled between the stars,

O Goddess, a pearl amongst the burning masses,

more beautiful than even Sappho had told,

I praise and adore you, Dearest One