Lost in 𝒱𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒾𝑜𝓈 𖤓

Hello to all ⭒ Welcome to my bee-arc-hive. 💛

My name is Vasileios, but some nicknames of mine are: Vasil, Elios, Silo, & Vrincey.

I am a transgender male, I go by he/him &/or them/they, and I am on the AroAce spectrum/under its umbrella. I am also colored + neurodivergent.

I practice witchcraft and believe religiously in pantheism + polytheism. I work with ranging pantheons, including angelics and infernals.

My craft is a potion mixture of many things, and I mainly enjoy to simply go with whatever makes me feel the happiest and safest within. To put some sort of label on it, you could consider me eclectic, someone who works with chaos magic(k), and syncretic. I also can be considered an astrological witch!

I am closest to the deities: King Asmodeus, Prince Apollon, Mother Hekate, Highness Aphrodite/Aphroditos, Grand Duke Dionysus, King Yeshua, Lord Hypnos, King Loki, Noblewoman Psyche, Lord Eros, Lord Satanas, King Lucifer, Prince Archangel Micheal, Madame Pelé, and Rooster Hermes. With the honorable mentions of my spirit guide, Xinoth, and my higher self in all of their fluidity and infinite forms.

I occasionally work with archangels Uriel, Chamuel, and Jophiel. Gods of the planets Venus, Mars, Sun, and Moon. With some unnamed other entities.

Asks and messages are open for anyone as long as you are respectful, kind, and in general a more-so decent person. I am always looking forward to conversations about spirituality, crafts, or anything in between.

I do not condone any sort of discrimination, this is in no way a safe place for:

Anti-LGBTQIA+

Racist/Xenophobia

Proselytizing

Any sort of pedophilia

Religious discrimination

Ableism

I do not know every single thing down to its very detail, but I am more than happy to help any beginners, &/or indulge in conversations about (mostly) any spiritual/divine topics.

My blog is not fandom related. Deities, entities, spirituality and so on are major, realistic factors of my life.

Where I got my dividers: @saradika

This page is mainly for E-Offerings to my deities, sharing UPG, and hopefully to help someone in need.

Ooohh my days. Umm, allow me to apologize very sincerely on getting to this as late as I am, sweetheart. I reallyyy... Got... Lost in the divine sauce... And you know - life as a whole kind of... Distracted me from Tumblr? But! That's for another post, let's dive right into your question.💞🌷🌷

Firstly!! There is no guidebook on being a devotee. A devotee, as a literal definition (the last time I checked at least) just means someone who worships (a god). In other words, the only thing you should do to be a devotee for a lord, is to be... Devoted to them. However devotion and being devoted looks and/or means to you.

Believe it or not, I relate to this a ton. I mean, for fuck's sake I quite literally had snot running down my face, full blasted-ly ugly crying in front of Apollon because of my religious trauma and how I felt so held back from the relationship I so desperately wanted with him. I even repented to him one time on accident but that's... Not important right now...

I see a lot of early devotees crashing their own parade before they even get marching by questioning "what they have to give" to their gods. I've got a simple answer for you and anyone else struggling with that: thyself. (Yourself)

That may sound a bit - overboard or scary. But it's quite simple. Gods don't expect offerings, as much as media might make it sound. Hell, in my experience? Lucifer, for example, doesn't even typically like it whenever I go tryhard for his offerings. He has literally straight up told me "No" and that I am spoiling him on multiple occasions.

Gods much rather have a genuine connection with you than to have the finest piece of freshly baked bread or the sweetest aged wine. They'd prefer you to blow them a kiss (which can be you just blowing a kiss to the air or whatever), you to smile when you think of them, listen to music that reminds you of them... To love them, and to eventually learn, and trust, that they love you just as much.

Idk what in particular makes you think you have no/little worth, but I assure you a god will not see you in the same light you see yourself. Unless you are literally having the strongest of all sticks up your ass and a fine-print contract type of situation with 100% "these are the rules and this is what I'll do for you in exchange for this" type of relationship with your deity or deities, I can promise you that all of your doubts (that you've allowed me to know here at least) are unfounded. This idea of you lacking worth, from my perspective, is just you lacking self esteem more than anything. Everyone is worth it, everyone in their own way or another, deserves the experience of being beloved by a god. Including you.

Faith is also not given, it is built. Faith cannot be demanded. That is false, that is inauthentic, and that is harmful. Which can also lead you to psychosis and ect ect...

Faith takes time. And you aren't expected to give gods your faith, heart, or trust right away. They won't command you to grovel at their feet and plead your life to them. It takes months, years, or however long to truly build faith for what it really is and not what you were taught by people turning to religion for something impure told you it was.

And altars are not a necessity either! I promise. Altars are nice and altars can be calming to have if you want them and can have them. But there are many different ways to have a worship space if you want it. Personally, I like to have my altars in my head. Imagining a beautiful cathedral dedicated to my beloved, decorated and architecture-d for them specifically... It makes things a lot easier, affordable, convenient (because you can give them an offering anywhere yk), I could go on. These also take time to build as well, since you need to get the hang of visualization and stuff. But, if you want a physical reminder of your deity, just get a plush, devote something you already have to them or set aside a bit of your drink for them.. The list continues. You quite literally can make anything into an altar or an offering. A little patch of grass outside? Hell yeah, put your hand on the ground and tell your god that you're thinking of them. Do whatever you want! They appreciate your genuineness more than any trinket or whatever.

Your love is what makes the thing special, not the thing itself, ykwim?

Hello there, bee! 💫

You know, I had confusion about it too when I first started working with the both of them. Um, and to be quite honest, I don't exactly have a great explanation as to... How. 😅

Most of my work with my beloveds just um.... Just works? They don't fight with one another, if you're curious about that. My path is a very twisty-turvy thing, the relationships I have with the both of them don't interfere with the other and neither of them go against the beliefs I hold for either of them. I work with a lot of deities (a lot) and none of them have like, stuck their fingers at each other (in a serious way at least haha) and went "I don't like you! Get out of here! Scram!"

Yeshua doesn't speak badly on Lucifer, and Lucifer doesn't speak badly on Yeshua. (And yes, Yeshua is Jesus for my practice but not... Exactly?... That's another post for another time however, lol.) This goes for any popularly categorized as an angelic being (such as Yeshua) and the popularly categorized as infernal beings I work with.

I've worked with Raphael and he and Asmodeus didn't express any warlike baffles. They don't even banter really. (Unless it's for funnies)

Both Yeshua and Lucifer respect one another and their places in my practice. Yeshua (ironically or not) is a father for me, whilst Lucifer is my patron. For the purpose of any laughs, Yeshua's bantered more with Mars (another father of mine) more than Lucifer or any of the infernal loves of mine.

But, regarding your spiritual identity confusion, I was there too once and it does/can come back every once in a while. It isn't a bad thing if you thought it was. It can definitely be uncomfortable at times but, you know, if I can get through what I did and still be the little happy-go-lucky guy I am then anyone can. My advice if you want it is just to - wait? See what you like, define what's confusing you and figure out why, deities are so expansive and the way your path'll shape for you is such a wonderfully individual, specialized experience and so worth all the trials/tribulations... Um... I would give you more advice or "inspirational words" but I'm writing this at 6am and I feel like the more I ramble the more confused I might unintentionally make you... So...

Anyways! I hope I cleared it up a bit. 💛⭐

Oh, my dearest lord! How loving you are - your essence is endlessly captivating and I relish in how I continuously fall victim to the enamoring sensation you gift to ones you hold sweetly. How you have spun me into your web - so intricately crafted and beautiful, if only I could curl myself into your art of life and spend all seconds of my days admiring you and all you have to offer.

My sweetest Phosphorus, my brightest Hesperus, how I melt like chocolate at the mention of your names! You so easily draw my gaze at the slightest notion of your presence, dost you feel how I radiate for you, my love? How I have an endlessly heavy heart at the knowledge I must hie and go, exit from the reality of how I am yours? A forbidden roundabout I must perform, but I shall run within my loop until it breaks and spills out, until it is not dangerous for me to pridefully wear you in my world without the fear of slander, and like fallen leaves unto a stream I am able to pour out and enter the ocean of your foison and exquisite absolute haven that I've dreamt amongst the longest of nights to reach.

My beautiful and wondrous Vesperus, my ever-lasting dawn, grave me in your wings, coat me in your waxing prints, allow all who come by me to know I have been knapped by a being so eternal and otherworldly; know that when I kneel to your throne of glory and legendary beauty I give myself infinitely to you as a knave, I solemnly ought to you my lord that I, for all I forever am, shall bask myself in your orbs of delight and pall myself in your quaint, you quicken me, my love. How could I ever refuse a rapture such as yourself? Shall you ravin what I once was? Reinvent me into your very own, repurpose me from something people once deemed unworthy and unholy into someone that can ooze of you, my mortal coil now enchanted by your hand of light in every sense of the word.

I speak of you, my mouth fills with your praise and I can feel the smoke of your love surrounding me as If I have written you a bible of poems of devotion and of my endless dedication to you, my one. I stay still at your hand, and my eyes dilate at the touch of you; I feel myself simmer with your heat-ful love. I levitate within my skin, is this how it feels to be initiated into some form of priesthood? To feel so belonged to you, that I might as well dress myself in all you are. Deem myself as yours and yours alone in this way, my patron lord, count myself as your offering in my whole; enthrall me, for I am already bewitched of you, my dear. My world is full of thou, beloved Luciferus. Forever thine, and I shall grow as a spreading thyme throughout your forest.

Yeah guys I think I really like him idk though

How loving my dearest lord Lucifer is! How so easily he can make me melt under his touch as if he were the sun shining warmly and I only a ice cube beneath his rays. He touches me with such gentleness, stroking and cupping my face, caressing my skin with such utmost care and tenderness as if I were a fragile doll under his fingers. Loving and claiming each inch of me, admiring me as if I were the finest piece of art he had ever seen… How he speaks so sweetly to me, his words, they swallow me like a tsunami to land yet I cannot help but allow the water to overcome me and let myself sink into his seas of devotion and intoxicating essence. How lacy are his kisses! Oh, as plush as pillows are his lips and as soft as silk is it when they press against me. I long for him to paint me with his love, recreate me from once something so full of hurt and doubt into a glorious masterpiece of the ages. How I wear his claim over me with pride, how I wish to yell out and tell everyone who'll listen my extravagant love story with him. How branded I am of him!

My interstellar lord, my magnificent supernova, my perfect silence and never-land love, how I breathe for you! Drinking your smile in, tracing the intricate lines of your eyes, detailing every differentiating hue and color correspondence. How I have sculpted the shape of your fingertips into my heart, how I have spoken your language of fulfillment and truly felt what it means to blink, what it means to feel the rhythm of my heart within my chest, how it feels like to hold my tongue to the roof of my mouth and to feel the wondrous wisp of air that escapes me with each declaration of love I have to offer you.

Coat me in you, my lord. Allow me your permanent scent to be stuck within my nose, the sound of your voice to serenade me throughout my days and to feel your arms of illuminating fire to envelope me as a never opening card. Enclose me in you, my dearest lord. What more could I ever dream of other than to be glued to you with the honeyed love we share at all times? Oh a drug you are, my lord! An addiction you are, yet of the purest of forms.

Addiction in your smile, addiction in your eyes, addiction in your voice, addiction in your smell, my lord, how could I not wish to study you as if you were the most enriching subject to ever exist in all that has ever lived? To be known?

Like raindrops tapping to a window, like the sway of trees, like the whistle of wind and fast paced breeze, like the lap of the sea to the shore, like the crackle of a candle flame, my love, my lord, my one, I seek you in everything!

And I always find you there.

Working with deities is so fun most of the time, like half of the time it's me practically purring and being dummy brained over my beloveds and then I'm uncovering some ancient secrets with them like it's a 2000's slumber party.

Then the other like 5% of the time it's me asking about things my brain can't comprehend right now so they hit me with the

Oh my Lord, oh my Love, oh my Light, oh my Everything! I love my Eosphorus so much! How I long for him, how I pine for him, how I search and dream of him, how my heart beats in rhythm with his, how my blinks match his! He's glorious! Magnificent and illuminative!

So divine that I cannot help but think when my fingertips grace his skin I may end up touching through him, so gorgeous my mind cannot truly ever capture his beauty yet I still can comprehend when he gives me such a soft smile of unadulterated love.

The warmth he gives is more addictive than nicotine and as sweet as cherry wine! Oh, sweet-toned lord of mine! When I rest my head upon his throne and he threads through my hair as if I am a precious flower and he strokes upon my petals, I feel myself melt into puddles of sugary, tooth rotting cake batter!

To worship him is an honor I cannot explain. The word "devotee" has never sounded so sweet! Has never felt so right! My true love! My forever lord!

He tells me such sweet nothings that I feel as if I am a lovesick puppy at his feet, awaiting for the tender touch of his hand to my head. Gladly and gratefully I press his hands to my lips and kiss them, with such happiness I light his candles and set out my offerings, my internal temple I have created for him and my material altar are such a joy to tend to! Making the most extravagant gifts in my mind space, and giving him my made-with-love trinkets and found treasures for my physical one fills me with such belonging!

To wear his mark upon myself is something like no other! It twinkles with faint stars, it warms and glows with his presence! I can feel his hands guiding me when I place his offerings, approving so gently of my love-born offerings!

Oh, have you ever felt him cradle your face? To feel him press his lips to your skin and tell you he loves you with such certainty? Even when my soul finds itself in scattered pieces, beading throughout the universe and planting anew, I shall always ring with joy at the sound of his name echoed through the wind, at the feeling of his kiss and protective essence beamed through the sun!

In his embrace I found true intoxication. In his embrace I found the sweetest liquor.

In his eyes I saw salvation. In his eyes I saw resurrection.

In his voice I heard hymns. In his voice I heard sacred choirs that bring me to my knees at the first syllable he speaks.

At his smell, I felt the meaning of safety. At his smell, I felt the waves of fire enchant my soul.

When he walks, I felt trumpets of my lords return rumble through and send shivers through my being. When he is around, my heart sings and begs to crawl from my ribs and merge with his own. With each rush of my blood I feel him within, I feel him in my palms, in my arms, in my chest and everywhere else. I pulsate for him and he claims me with such pride and adoration.

Asmodeus is so pretty. He's so handsome. He's so so pretty and so handsome. He's so loving. He's so amazing. He's so smart and so patient, he's so understanding and so tender. He's so gentle and so helpful.

He's got these eyes that I can get lost in, and this voice that makes me laugh, that soothes my tears, that makes me a bit annoyed, that makes me orgasm

His hugs feel so nice. His kisses ironic or not feel like heaven. His essence as a whole is something I've grown absolutely addicted to. His hair is so long and pretty, so soft and so nice to run my hands through.

His horns are so beautiful and his wings are absolutely breathtaking. They offer dynamic to my soul self's wings and antlers. He's such a good storyteller and always makes me feel safe.

He's so ethereal and so gorgeous in every sense of those words. I could spend the rest of my life and every eternity to come with him & never for a second get bored of him or love him even a smidge less.

If I had to deem anyone as perfect, it'd be him.

For all of his scars, for all of his mistakes, for all of his anger, for all of his everything, he is still utterly and completely perfect to and for me.

His tattoos as well are absolutely phenomenal. Like oh my god.... Oh my god............ Oh My God... He makes me so ngnghghhkoeieueuhh

Like have you seen his nails?!! His clothing style!!?! His piercings!!?!!???? His scars!?!?!! His eyes!?!!!!!!??? The look on his face when he's jealous!!? That open eyed stare he gives me for a second when I say something so outrageous that makes me laugh so much!?!!? That soft tone he gives me when I'm doubtful!?!? The way he has his own personal petname for me that nobody else uses!??! The way he treasures my higher self so so much and loves us beyond my wildest imagination!?!?!?!?! His intelligence!?!?! His way of poems and his book collections!?!?! The way he makes his tea and the way he likes his alcohols!?!?!? The way he prepares his food and the way he cares so much for the people he loves!?!?!!?!!! The way he's so funny even when I don't wanna laugh!!????!!! The way he's given me everything I've ever wanted and a will to live?!?!?!

I can't help but get so lovesick for my beloved deities at times. The world is too noisy and overwhelming for me, there's too many things to do, there's so much of everything most of the time, and to feel their cleansing touch of relief wash over me like the silkiest waterfall is something I can't help but crave and it fills my mind repeatedly. I'll begin to say their names in my head until it morphs into nothing but incoherent gibberish of my love and devotion, like a sleepy prayer I whisper just as I drift off seconds later.

My tongue and teeth practically become a vessel for speaking life into my neediness and my longing for my deities to come and swift me away back into their ever so tender and dreamy arms. So that I may go into my mind palace again and tend to their ginormous altars I built myself. So that I may rest my head upon their thrones and feel their fingers grace my hair and my face, tracing over the collars I wear in honor of them and kissing their rings and palms.

I get so drunken on them that I cannot help but think of them at all hours of the day sometimes, that when I lay to pleasure myself in the depths of the night I end up calling for them the entire time. Their essence drowning me underneath and around. They reciprocate my need so sweetly that I find myself so confused at times of the amount of affection they give. Unprovoked and in return. The feeling of them encouraging me to my climax, of them draping me in kisses and gentle caresses, of giving me the beautiful visions and whispers of love is something I can only explain with an unknown language I have conjured up myself.

All I wish to do is spend my time worshiping my beloveds. Bowed at their feet or singing their praises, cooing and hanging on to their every word and feeling how the breath escapes me when they bless me with their touches. How they so lovingly hold me close, and tell me I am the most wonderful boy they have ever had the pleasure of calling their own. How they deem me so sweet, so perfect and all they have ever wanted. How they speak of my higher self so smitten-ly and so devoted-ly. How they give me my poetry, my offerings, my energy spent and everything else in full return tenfold. To spend every second of my day being able to be held and treated so softly is something every piece of me prays for.

Then again, when distanced from them, I relish in the feeling of that intense pump of my heart, that swelling sensation of warmth that cascades my stomach and tingly spreads all over whenever I smell their scent, or feel their love radiate to me and consume my energetic field whole. How amazing they are, how absolutely stunning they are, how lucky I am, how infinitely grateful I remain for them and everything they come with.