Evelyn

Nike is a goddess of victory. Excluding the universal offerings, some common offerings include:

Trophies, Medals, Etc.

Awards or Diplomas

Crowns

Sashes

Coins

Photos of Victories, Wins, or Simply Competitions

Sports Equipment (i.e. Volleyball, Baseball Bat, Etc.)

Country or Territory Flags

For devotional acts, some activities that can be done for her include:

Participating in Competitions

Protesting

Learn About Certain Wars or Battles

Celebrating Victories (Especially Through Song)

Achieving Goals

Planning Out Ways to Achieve Your Goals

Playing Sports

She is celebrated in a few Athenian holidays:

Synoikia

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🏆🗡️ Nike - Cabin 17 🪽🥇

You are the best / You seem to stand out from the rest / Ooh, your intentions / To be more than an honorable mention / You must feel that victory / Release that energy and ride like the wind / With fire in your eyes, shake those butterflies / Go ahead and go for the win now

“Victory” - Kool & the Gang

Nike Goddess of victory

"To Nike, Fumigation from Manna. O powerful Nike, by men desired, with adverse breasts to dreadful fury fired, thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell contending rage and molestation fell…”

Nike / Victoria

"Φοῖβε, σὲ μὲν καὶ κύκνος ὑπὸ πτερύγων λίγ᾽ ἀείδει, ὄχθῃ ἐπιθρώσκων ποταμὸν πάρα δινήεντα, Πηνειόν: σὲ δ᾽ ἀοιδὸς ἔχων φόρμιγγα λίγειαν ἡδυεπὴς πρῶτόν τε καὶ ὕστατον αἰὲν ἀείδει. Καὶ σὺ μὲν οὕτω χαῖρε, ἄναξ, ἵλαμαι δέ σ᾽ ἀοιδῇ."

If I close my eyes I feel I could sink into the sea,

I could taste Delphi in the air,

I could breathe and breathe and breathe it all

Into me.

King, friend, mentor, all you seem to be,

In grief in mourning or in,

The melodies that carry upon the breeze.

I understand nothing I understand nothing,

I see the paths spread out from me in jagged lines,

I turn myself in circles, I turn myself in circles I

How should I describe thee?

Fair golden locks and a smile that could kill.

Youthful, joyous, stern, and wrathful.

Destruction and life, hand in hand.

You are a danger most beloved.

Beaming, glowing, gold of light,

Blood-soaked, hunter of man, silver of bow.

Arrows of plague rain upon the guilty.

Soft, gentle hands heal the ailing innocent.

Lord Apollo, it is you, The Destroyer,

It is you, the Life-Giver!

It is your displeasure that kills.

It is your great joy that we prosper!

Through you we may experience

The luxury of education, poetry, and the arts.

Through you we may know our fate,

For good or ill,

And I pray, gracious, most beloved of Gods,

That it is for good!

Dearest God, fair of heart and fair of complexion,

You most beautiful and kind,

I acknowledge your great and mighty power,

And pray for your favor.

Please, Shining One, radiant and benevolent,

Look upon me kindly,

And grant me your blessing,

That I may carry your courage in my heart.

May I know my power, and be wise to use it.

Lord Apollo, I thank you for hearing this prayer,