Right now, I'm all about Mama Muerte ❤️🖤🤎☠️🌹

Because I felt unheard or unloved

Because I was told faith wasn’t good for me, was poisoning me, driving me insane

Because I needed to step back and try to live my life focused on being a person instead of a worshipper, because I wasn’t caring for myself

And each time, I always come home to Them; always a little different, but I return nonetheless. The Netjeru are home to me. Even if any conversations with Them are just my own imagination - I don’t know I believe the validity of conversing or of divination frankly as anything more than parsing out your own internal thoughts - but even just talking and imagining what They’d say can be so helpful and comforting.

She who weeps amber, She who weeps gold. May She walk with me, as my fate unfolds.

Freyja the loving, Freyja the wise, may She bless us, every sunrise.

She who is true strength, who beauty defines. May She be with us, by our sides.

-Velvet Rose

óðinn: "don't worry, i'll get it done. just don't ask me how."

frigg: "secrets are worth gold. yours are diamond. share with discretion."

loki: "i'll break your bone so it'll heal right this time."

sigyn: "would you rather be right or be loved?"

angrboða: "you are the only god you have to live with."

freyja: "go loud. we'll deal with the consequences."

freyr: "...we gotta? okay. baby, hold my beer."

njǫrðr: "can i interest you in some chill the fuck out in this trying time?"

hel: "i'll hold you through it—and you still have to do this."

fenrir: "...can we bite them? we could, in fact, bite them."

jǫrmungandr: "this too shall pass."

gullveig: "fuck around. find out. remember."

þórr: "not everything is a nail, but a screw still bows to a hammer."

sif: "everything is a little more possible with a belly full of warm food."

Most holy mother of death

Support our hearts and bodies

Send us love in our hours of need

Abuelita Roja

Santita, mamita

May I reach out to you in love and magic and health

Mama Roja, your presence heavy and sweet in this season,

I pray to you that I may take from you all things kind, patient, good, and motherly

I pray I may take holiness and beauty of the gift of life

Santisima Muerte, you are the heady roses before the petals fall, you are the vivid sunsets and sunrises, you are the last breaths of a blistering summer

You are the taste of the harvest in autum

You are the warm bite of brandy under the chilly blankets of winter

Mama Muerte, I pray that I may come to know you and your divinity

I pray that I may know your love

La Flaca, I pray my words to you are like roses and marigolds adorning your white bones, a praise of beauty and love

Mama, I thank you for your presence, however short or long you decide to visit.