#madrianism

Gregorian Date: April 18th - May 15th Season: Spring, 2nd Month Position: Daughter Half of the Year, End of the Eastre Cycle

Major Festivals: Exaltia (14th Maia / 1st May) Minor Festivals: Maia's Day (1st Maia / 18th April)

Name meaning/s:

Maia (Roman): uncertain, possibly "Majesty" or "Increase"; goddess of spring and growth; connected with Vulcan as a goddess of destruction and purification; possible namesake for the month of May. May 1st was sacred to Maia, who was given a sacrifice on that day.

Maia (Ancient Greek): "Mother, Nurse, Midwife" ; a Nymph, eldest of the Pleiades, the Mother of Hermes and nurturer of Arcas. Was conflated by the Romans with their own goddess and her myths adopted by them.

Maya (Vedic (Indian) Religions): "illusion, Magic" ; the illusion/s to which we are subject as unenlightened beings. The Illusion that the world is permanent, that individuals beings are separate from one another, etc.

My Commentary:

Like many other Filianic month-names, Maia takes its name from a goddess, as described above. Maia is also the name of a Genia, the first of the three Werdes. Maia is an important Genia, the spinner of the world-illusion, in both its negative and positive aspects; she creates both ignorance and wonder.

Maia runs from April 18th - May 15th. Where I live, this is the planting season, the threat of frost is diminishing, the trees are filling out with leaves and everything turns green. Many flowers bloom, insects are flying, and overall there is a feeling of richness and spring bounty.

A few months ago, I got really into learning about Aristasia. I had known about it for years but had not gotten too deep into the lore (whether the Tellurian lore or the Herthelan/Chelouranyan lore) until December of 2025. And now, it is something I think about at least a bit every day.

My lifestyle, ethics, and philosophy are completely incompatible with Madrianism, which is somewhat sad because it is a faith I see a lot of beauty in, a faith a part of my soul longs for... but the majority of my soul is against. I consider myself a bit of a hedonist, though perhaps less than I should be. I'm also a Lilith worshipper, though a terrible one to be honest. Perhaps there is space to explore some form of Left-Hand Madrianism, but that seems rather contrary to the point.

Every couple days, I return to this website and I search for Aristasia again, hoping that there is another post from the scant handful of folks who write about it. Whenever there is, I get very excited. I do hope that the Nova project is able to get off to a good start soon, and I would very much like to be involved in it, but I fear that I would be as terrible an Aristasian as I am a terrible polytheist and a terrible hedonistic and a terrible HDG fan.

In all honestly, I don't even think I am good at Empty Spaces either. I really only write cozy works, and it has been a year since I wrote anything.

Maybe my fate is to continue piecing together my own reality from the fragments of the ones I cannot properly hold myself? Or, as William Blake once said, “I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.”

The Maid took up the great Moon-Axe, whose silver blades were as the crescents of the moon, in symbol of Her light, and went alone into a desert place. And, knowing that She had not the light of Her Mother upon Her, malefic keres gathered about and beset Her: keres of fear and of dread isolation, and every sort of restriction. And they tore Her soul with their talons, crying: Hope is dead, for the light of the Mother is fallen from You. You shall go down to suffering and death and none shall save You. In the illimitable emptiness of the universe shall You stand alone and none shall give You comfort. In the darkness of eternal night shall You kneel to weep and no hand shall be put upon Your shoulder, but every hand shall be raised against You to do You hurt.

And the Maid was filled with trembling, but She answered: Go your ways, for what I have said, that shall I do.

The Clear Recital; Mythos 4 : 1-6

I've gone ahead and decided to use the main blog of this account as my religious blog, after years of dealing with the annoyance of working from a sideblog.

If you don't know me, I have been under this username (the old blog is now @themiscyreian-archive) for a few years now. Before that I lurked in Filianic spaces for awhile--I think I first encountered Filianism in either 2018 or 2019!!! (This is crazy to me!!)

Everything on this blog older than this post is from before I converted this blog to religious use, but I prefer not to delete everything for sentimental reasons. Please excuse the mess, or feel free to look at the reblogs I made years ago, I think some of them are cool :)

On my name: Themiscyra is the legendary island of the Amazons. Themis is also the name of the goddess of Justice and Divine Order, and another name used for the Janya Lady Thame. So please feel free to call me Themis <3

A conclusion - so far, - of a decade and a half of work, of searching, practicing, and feeling.

To the Daughter of the Queen, Garmented in the perfume of violets, She who is the crescent cow-horns of the sickle moon, I bring my offering today.

Praise, o light-footed Virgin, You who are noble in red! In rubies, and garnets, and carnelian, in hibiscus silk.

Vestal Mother, yours is the right to be proud, As we sing to you. You are the young rose in spring, and your root Cradles the foremothers.

Our Lady is exalted among the daughters of Heaven. Radiant Princess, Star of the Sea Robed in celestial light.

She abases the cruel and proud And hearkens to the plea of the lowly. The foe who denies Her Godhead She overthrows But blessèd is the humblest of Her servants.

She delivers the captive into Her care And takes the hand of the fallen. Firm-fixèd is the destiny Of the monarch who honours Her name.

May the whole world praise Thee, compassionate Princess; May Thy glory be told of in all the earth. Let them exalt Thy dominion And Thy valiant courage And glorify Thy holy Name.

Have mercy on Thy servant who gives Thee blessing And take her hand in need and suffering. In illness and distress, give her the gift of life. May she go forever in joy and delight To magnify Thy holy Name Before all the peoples of the world.