Pasture on the Steppe

Gang of violent murderers has a fear of people defending themselves against their attempts to murder them.

Trigger warning for: Suicide, csa

It aches my heart that Father Ares is not very much talked about in Hellenic Polytheist spaces and oftentimes misundestood. Or that is just what I've seen so far wandering around the internet.

I just wanted to talk about how dear he is to me in many ways, even from the times where i was not yet a Hellenic Polytheist. I'll always be grateful to be able to feel the warmth and ease in my heart when I'm overly stressed and anxious. Muscle by muscle, tissue by tissue i feel the entirety of my heart with all its shape alter with the serenity he brings where I'm even at my worst. Even on the verge of ending my own life his warmth and protection prevented me from doing so. That was how i met him and I'm forever grateful for all he has done for me to protect and support me in every aspect of life.

Not only he has protected and leaded my way to come out victor from the battles inside me, he has protected me so much from harmful people, especially men. I know that he's not traditionally seen as the protector of women in the Greek world but I can say that I've experienced his protection on me as both a woman and a child of his on many occasions. I've been abused and used many times as a little child, ruined my self esteem and self respect over unnecessary men who are completely and utterly uncapable and neglectful. Though with him, brick by brick rebuilt myself and my image in the eyes of mine. With him i learned to not lower myself for the sake of love. With him i learned to be the primary source of love for myself. Now that I've came to learn many things with sometimes an unspeakable pain and yearning, i'm grateful that the love for men i once almost worshipped and idealize stayed unrequited. Because i know for a fact it was Father Ares protecting me and at the end the worst i experienced in matters of love was just rejection. He has done so much for me, made me go through a process of which i found my core self and cherished it eternally at the end.

He's my beloved father and i feel the most secure, protected and warm when i feel his presence around me. This is my first ever post on tumblr, on this account i had for ages. I just hope that it reaches for those who need and who are willing to seek help.

And please know that he is, of course, the god of war but also the war inside us. Which is for me the bloodiest and the most gruesome war where we are usually all the figures of war in the body of one. We are both the little soldier who got drafted to war the day they were talking about dreams of future with their friends at high school but also the experienced, unforgiving enemy general. We are both the scared infantryman on the frontline but also an obnoxious war criminal. But at the end both the oppressor and the oppressed is us and no one else. All the cruelty for nothing but anguish.

They are talking about prosecuting family and friends of the founder of ANTIFA. The problem is that I'm pretty sure the "founders" of ANTIFA and their girlfriends are dead.

It's "Boys will be boys" taken to the extreme.

It's the attitude that leads to bullshit like blaming rape victims for the way they were dressed.