Is the Mama Bear Goddess cursing Japan or is saying that just as bad as "Pat Robertson blaming the earthquake in Haiti over voodoo" when he was alive?

I've been wondering that. Ever since worshipping Artio, there has been an increase in bear activity around the world. Japan got a new prime minister who is like Donald Trump with the gender of Margaret Thatcher and she wants to violate Article 9 and remilitarize in order to go to war against China. Hokkaido has seen a recent increased bear attacks that have gone to extremely dangerous levels. Hokkaido is know for the Ainu people, an indigenous group with similar struggles to Native Americans. They had a ritual called the Iomante, which they worshipped the bear as a God on earth where they raise a bear cub for 3 years as royalty before sacrificing the bear and releasing it's sacred soul back to the heavens.

So I wonder...

Artio - Artiō 

The forest has its guardian.

Artio, the Celtic Bear Goddess, symbolizes protection, strength, and the wild spirit of nature.

A devotional statue for pagan altar spaces and mythological collections.

The ancient goddess Artio represents strength, protection, and the sacred bond between humans and the wild world.

A handcrafted statue designed for pagan altars, woodland decor, and sacred spaces inspired by nature.

Shop link: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1246399070/artio-bear-goddess-pagan-witch-celtic

In Celtic tradition, Artio is a powerful goddess associated with wilderness, abundance, and the protective spirit of the bear.

She embodies the strength of nature, the quiet wisdom of the forest, and the nurturing yet fierce energy of the wild.

This statue was created as a devotional piece for pagan altars, nature-inspired spaces, and lovers of Celtic mythology.

don’t look me in the eyes right now

all the white noise in the world couldn’t drown you out

the air tastes bitter like my coffee

hands like razor blades upon me

into a liminal space

pins in my ears every time you speak ’cause

it all feels too familiar

i feel it all, every thing, every splinter

spiralling my way to the centre

the room’s not spinning if i close my eyes

another piece of me to glamourise

the room’s not spinning if i close my eyes

turn off the lights and let me rot inside