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thewhisperofzagreus · 7 months
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Bronze sculpture of Dionysus. Materials: bronze, silvering, gilding. Base made of marble. The product contains natural amethysts.
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holywineandmadness · 1 year
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Oh Dionysus, son of Semele
I honor your golden chalice
Filled with wine as red as blood 
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dandelionwineram · 3 months
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Semele Thyone, mother of Dionysos, Alcohol Markers, January 2024
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the-aesthetics-witch · 5 months
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florinethescribe · 9 months
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Give Dionysus Potatoes
❤️Love❤️ all my Dionysus lovers and fellow practitioners, and honor them as you may with grapes that's awesome...
But grapes are overrated.
Yeah yeah, grapes make wine, prefect, but give this man some hops! Give this intoxicated god some barley, give them sugar cane for their rum! Give them potatoes for their vodka!
Give Dionysus a bit of coke for a mixer, a bottle opener in his name.
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tristan-cant-sleep · 2 years
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e-offering to my Lord Dionysus🍇
Lord Dionysus I offer these depictions of you. I honor and praise you. thank you
Honor to the Gods!!!
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peggy-sue-reads-a-book · 10 months
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The Garden of Innocence
Dionysus x Ariadne | Greek Mythology | Teen+
Summary: Theseus is Edward Cullen a real piece of shit.
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Chapter 4
The truth was, Theseus was an excellent sailor. He was a novice, however, at the slaying of fearsome beasts. He had not expected to survive the labyrinth.
He was seventeen and had gotten lucky. And he loved Athens.
That, and he was the last, obviously, to find the Minotaur. The death blow to a creature with weak eyes and a bruised head. The real monster had been stench of the pit. And the darkness. Then there was the crunch and clatter underfoot. And worse, anything warm.
The thing had charged him. As it did, he skewered it through the eye with a rib snapped from the litter on the floor. It was just enough longer than the monster’s horns. And after it fell, he stabbed it again. He even opened its dead mouth, rammed the splintered rib through the back of its throat and left it there. No longer was he thinking of Athens. He was thinking of his back, and the fear of turning it to run.
That is what happened. That is how the Minotaur died. And after, Theseus followed nothing more substantial than a silk thread to find his way out again. It was an evil place. Even with the monster’s death-rattle behind him, the maze still breathed. When he returned to the light of Knossos, he was sweating and white as with fever.
Ariadne was so beautiful. Overjoyed to see him, never minding his drenched hair and shaking hands. He sunk to his knees, hid his face against her. Clinging to her as a suppliant— this beautiful girl he never expected to see again. What’s more, her things were packed.
He couldn’t just leave her.
The ship seemed so empty. There was not one surviving tribute besides himself. Would he return home a hero? Or merely a guilty survivor? He needed time to think. And the voyage from Crete to the mainland was short. He felt terrible for tricking her. He really did.
But she believed him so easily. Where was the hurt?
Their second night on Naxos, he build her a fire of blue and green. They gazed at stars and she fell asleep with her head in his lap.
He nodded off only a few times, his chin dipping to his chest just before he startled awake again. His legs and lower back cramped from the rigid stillness of that night. He knew he deserved it. There was sand in his ass. He deserved that too.
He would not wake her. The little movement he allowed himself was to touch her curls. It was a pleasure. “You’re so soft,” he whispered, trailing his fingertips along her cheek, down her neck.
The dark ocean was loud, almost menacing. The earliest light turned it purple— like wine. Every groaning tree, even the little frogs that peeped made his neck prickle. Some hero, he thought.
As the sky yellowed, Theseus could not bear it any longer. “Princess,” he said giving her shoulder a squeeze. When she only stirred a little before falling back asleep, he spoke louder. “Ariadne.”
“Hmm?”
She blinked up at him and yawned.
“I need to talk to you.”
The way she looked a him. No longer with guileless fawning, but caution. Like a startled animal when a twig snaps.
She sat up, inching to the very edge of his cloak. For a moment no part of them touched. Then she lay a hand against his thigh.
“Yes?” she said.
He rubbed the back of his neck and gulped. “The wind is right today,” he said, “I could probably reach home by dusk.
Her face brightened. “We’re going to Athens! Oh!” Her hands found both of his.
He looked just past her, at the lonely ship bobbing in the rising tide. He tried to let go of her, but found himself gripping her fingers all the tighter.
“You can’t go with me,” he said at last.
“What?”
His breath shook, “Ariadne, I can’t marry you.”
Tears sprung in her eyes. She jerked her hands out of his. “Well, that’s too bad because you’ve got to now. I’ve been alone with you for days and Minos would kill me before taking me back!”
He looked away, reddening. “I have not taken your honor,” he mumbled.
“As if that matters!” She stood over him, her voice rising to an angry screech.
Something in the pitch of her voice annoyed him. “A priest might still confirm your purity,” he said harshly. There was no cause for her to make a spectacle of herself. He had expected a delicate reaction: weeping, perhaps.
“Theseus, what are you saying? I thought- I thought-“
“I do love you,” he said, “But I can’t bring you into Athens. You might not even be safe.”
“Why not?” she cried.
“Think about it,” he raised his voice, tears now in his own eyes, “Every year since you can remember. Your parents—“ His words were brittle with sudden anger, “Do you realize what they levied from us? A ship full of - of-“
“Of course I do,” she said, “I helped you to kill my own brother.”
“Your brother? How can you call it that?”
The dull eyes. The grinding teeth. Hot breath in the dark.
She held her up to look him sharply in the eye. “We have the same mother. You already killed him. What does it matter if I show him a little dignity?”
“I could ask you the same thing! It eats fourteen children every harvest and you’re concerned with its dignity?”
He was flushed, shaking in his anger. She was frightened.
“He is my brother. You have my loyalty which is all I can give. I cannot change blood and nature and history to your liking.”
Theseus looked very near to striking her. She held rigidly still. She would not flinch from him; she had already given enough.
“It is as I have said.” He frowned deeply, but appeared to have mastered his temper. “You are not a fit bride for Athens.”
“But what about you? I love you.”
“I know,” he softened at last. “But I am not my own person. I came to Knossos ready to die for my city. I will not lose what I have fought for over an imprudent marriage.”
“You sound like a king,” she said.
“I will be a king. And Athens and Crete are still enemies. Can’t you see what will happen?”
She could, but was too offended to relent.
He took her silence for ignorance. “If I take you to Athens, your father’s fleet will be right behind us. His wealth is in gold and ships. If he plunders us, he could afford the mercenary forces necessary to move further into the mainland.”
“And what if he doesn’t?” she answered sharply, “I betrayed him. I’m not worth the ships it would take to recover me.” When he opened his mouth to argue, she cut him off. “I know him better than you do.”
He looked away from her. “Fine. Say he didn’t follow us. It’s still not acceptable. My father will arrange a marriage for me that will credit him. You will not.”
“But you love me.”
“Not enough to lose wars for you.”
She backed away from him, an angry knot in her gut. “You used me.”
“I did not mean to— I didn’t think of it—“
“You should go.”
“Ariadne, you have to forgive me—“
“I don’t have to do anything.” For a moment she seriously considered spitting at his feet.
“I didn’t think I would live — I thought you were the last girl I’d ever see. I shouldn’t have—. Ariadne, I’m sorry. I have wronged you, I am wronging you now, but—“
“Theseus, go.”
He reached for her, but she turned her face away. His last kiss landed awkwardly on her ear. She flinched in annoyance.
“The gods keep you, princess,” he said.
“Take your cloak. I don’t want it.”
She neither replied nor turned away. But she watched him all the way to his boat. Only once the vessel was free of its mooring did he realize she was gone. He had not seen her run. Theseus squared his shoulders, calves straining to push the hull through the sand. He could be home by dusk if he kept focus. A humid wind filled his black sail, and he jumped aboard.
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🦁🍷🍇Dionysus moodboard offering 🍇🍷🦁
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hail-omadius · 1 year
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Me trying to explain to my vaguely religious mother that Dionysus and Jesus may actually be two aspects of the same diety
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#Dionysus#hellenism#paganism#Local man looks after the sick and immigrants and protects minorities#Is raised from the dead and has a father who rules the skies#Blood. Wine. Vices or sin as they call it#Dionysus existed before christ and before greece#I have a lot of very specific and detailed feelings about my spirituality#Jesus is a flawed diety as all others are he was just as much off his rocker as the lord of parties themselves in this essay I will#people only view dionysus as the hedonism god who doesn’t care about your liver it couldn’t be further from the truth#do you really think a diety of wine would encourage its abuse get the fuck outta heeeeeere#Duality is also big in pagan deities#Embodying the suffering itself and freedom from the suffering works just fine#‘’But OP he tells people to worship the one true god’’ which one. go on tell me#also can man not lie when writing things down?#the bible is in several languages it was a historical document collab#you could also see the one true god as a god that embodies all other gods#an unnamed force all gods came from#he also spoke in parables constantly and the old testament was literally a bunch of metaphors to teach lessons barely any of it was-#-actually real#saying jesus was a pantheon god is probably the least popular thing i’ve said#may make many people mad#but jesus loves these kinds of people he knows that the ones who know him will be shunned by the majority#which is why i don’t abide by organised religions worshipping jesus#often it’s a malformed and terrifyingly bastardised version
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teovebal · 11 months
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whenever i get this sudden craving for drinking, smoking and kissing women, i just know Dionysus is around
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thewhisperofzagreus · 9 months
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Dionysus - Greek God of Wine and Festivity Statue by Yalu&Freedom
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lanatflix · 5 months
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Entities are not human.
So I have noticed, both online and offline, that a lot of people project human values and behavior to entities that aren’t human and that is very strange. This came yo me from years of observation but specially the last two or three years since witchcraft has become more popular and accessible for people, which is not inherently a bad thing but also comes with a lot of people doing things wrong.
I was around 8-9 years old when my grandma started explaining witchcraft to me, she passed away when I was 10 but witchcraft stuck with me forever, of course I didn’t start actually working on very small things until I was around 16 and of course I didn’t start working with entities until I was like 26 years old.
The first one to present to me was Satan, I was 11 years old (ish) and he came to me in dreams, of course I was scared and I didn’t say yes until many many years later, but he was there. Next came My sweet Lord Dionysos and Ares.
I know that somehow Ares is more “accesible” and “easier” to work with but the obvious effect he has on you is to stop bottling your emotions so it took me six months to say yes since I was in a very unstable moment and I could have done a lot of harm to someone who hurt me deeply, but with Dionysus I started working right away and it started a self discovery journey, a lot of things changed in my life and perception but I am grateful.
Now, I have seen a lot of people trying to humanize non human beings and that is very… odd.
I have worked with a lot of entities, deities, demons, fae in my practice, and I feel honored to do so because they have allowed me to use their energy for specific reasons even if my practice is not completely related to them and that us something I really appreciate.
I have never had to reach out to any entity, they would come to me to offer their energy and show disposition, of course I am just a person so I can’t deal with ALL that energy so I just thank them and let them know I will call them if I need them to, or sometimes they come because a specific person needs work done with that specific entity so they offer their help.
However, I find it very odd that some people try to understand any entity through a human lens when they are not humans. They don’t feel like we do, they don’t love like we do, they don’t think like we do. Because they are not human.
For example, working with infernals has helped me understand a different perspective on morals, my idea of betrayal and cooperation are different now but I still have my own moral code and the values that I live by. Same goes to Mexica or hellenic deities. So with this I don’t understand why people try to convey human values ir emotions on them.
It is okay if you feel appreciated and respected by them, I feel respected and supported by them, I know that I will never walk alone with them by my side and I trust their judgment and lens on human life but I still understand that we are basically chinchillas to them. Small cute creatures that give them stuff and they return the favor, of course they will recognize your knowledge and energy and power and all of that, however it will never be horizontal and reciprocated since they don’t understand human things like love or friendship the same way we do.
I am not coming for anyone, is just that I find it interesting, I wouldn’t say my deities love me because they don’t and can’t see them through a human lens, because they’re not. But I notice that a lot of people tend to humanize them and it feels weird to me.
Anyway, this is just a reflection on those topics, I am not trying to achieve anything with this, and of course I write this as a witch since I am an atheist, just wanted to let it out. That’s it.
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orphicalia · 2 years
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went to the thrift yesterday and the Gods provided!! I mean look at that vase--suggestions on what to use it for?
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Fair Theoi, I thank you for providing me with objects that I may devote to your glory and light! May I continue to observe Your signs and presence so I may better worship You, in all of Your entirety! You are the light each morning and night, my Gods. You are the wind and sky, the earth which makes these objects. Khaire Fair Theoi! Long live The Gods!
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moonlatias · 1 year
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Sacred Anthesteria
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“In honor of Dionysus, he who inspires and incites in us joy, revelry, and empowerment;
“In honor of Dionysus, she who inspires and incites in us passion, indulgence, and lust;
“In honor of Dionysus, they who carries the mysteries of death and rebirth;
“We offer these gifts, and thank you for your presence. May the feast begin!”
A truly joyous event last night! Lots of fun and the food turned out delicious. And our wine choices were excellent too! We’re so happy we celebrated!
(Pictured above: the remnants of our temporary altar, rearranged to honor Dionysus. The stag may be more permanent at this point, and remains a focal point of our love for the God. Also our feast, which was fantastic!)
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vinferasilk · 3 months
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Just starting an altar for Dionysus 🫶 I’m looking forward to making it better and if you have any tips for working with him or are another Greek pagan I would love to talk with you. This is your reminder to have an amazing day.
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tristan-cant-sleep · 2 years
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e-offering to Lord Dionysus🍇
My Lord Dionysus, I offer this to you tonight
thank you
Honor to the Gods!!!
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