#deity hypnos

There’s something about walking through isles of a store and finding something that reminds you of your god. Or sitting down to write pages full of words detailing your love for them, giving them praises, talking about how they’ve helped you or how they’ve impacted your life. As a god, a friend, lover, sibling, or parental figure. Creating things in honor of them, dedicating pieces of art, finding silly things you just *know* they’d find hilarious, or helping others find their way to them just like you did.

Or finding them in everything you do.

I think about Hermes every time I’m writing, I think about Aphrodite every time I look in the mirror and bring myself to admire what I see, or how I think deeply about the type of love and devotion I’d want, my mind strays to Eros and Psyche. When I see and feel how much I hate certain emotions of mine, I think about how they can be expressed in healthy ways, and how I can lean on Dionysus and Ares without fear or judgement. When I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin, I think about our sun gods, and when the moon takes her rightful place in the sky, I think about our lovely moon goddesses. When a thunderstorm happens, I know I can say a bright hello to Zeus. When I’m doing house work with a frown, I know I can think of Hestia to make it a little less tiresome. When I’m clawing my eyes out because I can’t sleep, I know Hypnos will be by my side to make sure I can get a few restful hours.

Who knew the touch

Of a simple rest

Could feel so comforting

In a world where silence has left my side

And sleep is the only time I am not tortured

Hold onto my hand endearingly

I call upon Dionysus,

God of madness and sanity,

For Your touch

To come over those who need it

To bring them back to themselves,

To ground them once again.

Dionysus Soterius,

Bring back the balance they need.

 I call out to Apollon,

God of healing,

I ask You shine Your light

To reveal the darkness and the truth.

To those in need the touch of a healer.

Apollon Alexikakos,

Illuminate for them a path

To follow toward the help they require.

 I call to Hypnos,

God of sleep,

To be with the restless.

Grant them the sleep they long for,

Touch them with Your hands

So they may rest their weary minds.

Bring Your poppy near

So they may sleep at last.

 To the Oneiroi,

Spirits of dreams,

Following Hypnos on quick feet,

I ask that You keep men’s dreams

Sweet and without terror

So they awaken fully rested.

Keep the nightmares at bay

Something I’ve done, and very recently, is just ask the gods I work with up front if there’s anything specific they’d like for me to get for their altar, and while they’ve given me answers, the most common thing I hear is also just:

“Anything that reminds you of me.”

And I’ve been pondering that since.

It’s like for a birthday or Christmas gift. Of course there’s specific things you’d like, but the things that are always(or usually) the most flattering and heartwarming are the things people make or get you simply because it reminded you of them. And that goes for the gods too.

Even if you think it may not be a “good” offering, put it on your altar that you have for your god.

Do it.

I’m getting better at speaking aloud to the gods. Communicating with divination and just *feeling* them in the room with me, but fuck, sometimes I really do wish I could have full on conversations with them.

When I’m speaking about my life or want more concise advice that isn’t tarot, I just wish I could hear them. I want to know what advice they would give, in their own words. I often times can feel their tone at least, and it’s how I’m able to navigate how to speak to each of them.

With Hermes, he feels more like a mentor more than anything. So I keep my back straight and speak to him with so much respect, even when my emotions get the best of me. With Dionysus, I lean back a bit more, and it just feels like I’m talking to an older friend that’s looking out for me. And lately with Helios it’s what I would almost call a sibling relationship, I think. Or something along those lines as he lets me playfully curse at him or pretend to dislike him. (I’m not a summertime person, for anyone who hasn’t read my other posts. I’m not just randomly starting shit with a deity I promise LOL)

And I just set up a small bedside altar for Hypnos yesterday. Haven’t gotten a read on how that will be going, yet. But he feels warm, welcoming.

But wow, that desire to hear their voice isn’t ever going to go away, is it? I’m jealous of people that get visited in dreams. That must be fun. Or even the lucky few who have been visited in person by them, albeit in forms we’re not familiar with. But you know it’s them after the interaction is over. You feel it.

Maybe one day, if they deem it necessary. Though I feel like it wouldn’t happen for something flippant. It’s always when you need them most.