#vis writes

sometimes it’s soooo hard to be polite and understanding. I always want more people involved in the religion. it’s my livelihood, and it truly is something utterly beautiful and special. however, I do disagree with those who claim to be apart of one religion, and are not. for example, you aren’t a Hellenic Polytheist if you don’t believe in the core parts of the religion. obviously, there are things that we differ on. but the whole point is the way the ancients worshipped, and their rituals, and their practices. whether you make it modern or not is on you, but you have to have the beliefs of it. just say eclectic pagan. just say Greek pagan. Anything. Omnism. anything.

another thing is tik tok witches and deities. I find it so odd (perhaps disrespectful), that your invoke a diety you don’t believe in. if you wouldn’t do it with a widespread belief, don’t do it to our lively gods.

and learning is normal!! learning is okay. but if you KNOW your beliefs and they don’t align, don’t use labels that don’t fit. if someone tries to learn from you and you use incorrect labels, it’s harmful because you’re not one of the members of the religion.

Reader is a prisoner here. Not sure where to go with this idea. Any suggestions for which fandom, character or etc?

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Cold.

It was always freezing cold in here.

The cement floor was as frigid as the Arctic waters only a few animals could withstand, though the feeling was exactly like the chains around your wrists that bounded you in this hell, but this feeling was sadly starting to hell like routine. A routine that you hopelessly wished was just a sick trick of the mind and senses.

Breathing out a shaky breathe, you could see the cloud dispersing before your dull eyes. It appears that you’re imagination want fooling your senses. Closing your eyes, you desperately wished that this wasn’t your life but a rather one of the many realities that would soon end and open up into anew life for you.

You wondered what you had done to end up a caged bird in this frozen purgatory that they had placed you in. Too numb from the bitter chill, you couldn’t even feel the rocking motion your body produced, or when you wrapped your arms around your legs to your chest. When did that happen? You can’t even place the sensations of your own movements. Was this your own body still?

Nothing was real.

Nothing wasn’t suppose to feel real to being with.

Nothing wasn’t suppose to take everything away from you.

Or so you told yourself before you completely lost your mind. It was the only thing you could rely on, but what of those who couldn’t trust theirs? Would you soon join them?…..

The deafening silence screamed that it wasn’t long before you succumbed to the darker desires that would truly force you into the human, in which you would never recognize, you fought against becoming when you never had a say in such a metaphoric decision.

Looking in the mirror, you couldn’t say that you knew the reflection as anyone in your life. If it wasn’t for the fact that face that stared back at you, with their features moving as if you were the puppeteer that pulled their strings, then you would’ve been easily fooled by the image before you. Your features seemed to be drawn into a permanent dreary state; sunken in eyes, dead hair, and a layer of filth on your skin. How long have you’ve been here?

The chill that pierced every one of your nerves left you numb, incredibly unfeeling, to the tears that ran down your face. Their trails leaving a refreshing sensation, the sensation to feel atleast one thing besides the hopelessness that had crawled, and seeped into your being. Ever since you’ve been locked away in this maddening darkness, with its icy mistress, both working to slowly drive you into the edge before insanity underneath their very own claws of possession.

If only you could see the sun, once more, then you maybe, just maybe, could you finally hold onto you sanity that wished to dance away like the sand into the wind.

Though the question remains that haunted the back of your mind like a broken record no one minds in the crowded room:

Tiktok 'research' is NEVER research. You must read the hymns, the myths, the stories, and the culture around our beloved Theoi. I don't know how many times I see 'witches' try and 'invoke' Lady Aphrodite into a spell, or any of the Theoi at that. If you know nothing of them, do not invoke them. It is disrespectful to even dare to use the power of a goddess or god without any knowledge. You would NEVER pray to God without following the teachings of the Bible. Our small follower count does not mean you can take our gods and try and use them. If you wish to be a hellenic polytheist, you must first know where they come from, and what they teach. If not, you will never learn terminology. It is an orthopraxy, and our teachings should not be ignored in any case. While we do not have specific doctrine, the details are never to be left out.

I just needed this small thing…..

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You wake up with that feeling in the pit of your stomach. That feeling that today wasn’t the day you had hoped it’d be. Something was off but you couldn’t tell. You couldn’t tell until you saw what haunted your soul. The objects of your self deprecation, enjoyed taunting your mind and emotions, seemingly naive of their own actions until they force you to walk away to deal with these emotions yourself. Their actions will always repeat in the back of your mind.

You feel the anger smoldering behind your eyes as angry tears of frustration escape the corners before you could even hope of stopping them. You forced yourself to close your eyes even tighter to the point where your face was scrunched up make it appear as if you were pain. But you were in pain; the pain of your lack of authority. Why do you always cry when you were too upset to articulate what caused you such pain in the first place? What being would allow that to be a reaction to such emotional intensity?

Using your tongue to lick over your canines to test of how really sharp they are - a reminder that you have power but in reality you do not have any. Biting your tongue doesn’t relieve this frustration at all. Not one bit. The pain only serves to be a reminder that you truly are weak, that the only person you could ever hurt was just yourself. The coppery taste danced on your tongue to add onto their taunting. Oh how you wished you could hurt another to the same degree - or worse.

Clenching your fingers to form a fist that you desired - no desperately needed - to force onto the subject that created this feeling; the root of it all. Though your knuckles may be pressing into the skin, you realized that this was all you were able to do - all that you would allow yourself to do. You were mature enough to realize that you could settle such things civilly, but the question was; would they do the same for you?

Bitterly you laughed at the absurdity of it all.

No, they would not. Not for you.

The cooling sensation of rain, the bitter chill, doesn’t grant you any release from the monsters that maliciously enjoy pulling your strings. Taking your emotions for a spin on a carousel that was operated by a indifferent human who couldn’t care less for the safety of is passengers. It spins wildly, in every direction that made it difficult to even process a thought, and to form a secure handle onto your surroundings.

Deep breathes that they taught you so you could control your temper doesn’t do anything, but further enrage you. This fire only grew to the rival the size of the planet you inhabit. Sardonically, with a grin so foul you would never have guessed you could create such an expression, you let out a laugh - not one of happiness but one that spoke the volumes of how damaged and broken you had become - as you looked up to the sky with a hopeless prayer.

It would never be answered, you thought resentful of everything in this world.

Not until someone put a hand on your shoulder forcing you to look into their concerned eyes, “Are you ok?” That’s all they said and suddenly you felt a emptiness over come you entirely. It felt like their concern engulfed you into an embrace of acceptance of your emotions. There was no judgement besides that of worried for your self being. How could they do this?

“I…….” You have no words to say to this stranger. Your anger was sucked into a void to never be seen again, until the circumstances forced you to relive this powerless experience once more. But until then, you would enjoy this sensation created by this stranger, even if it would never last.

The tears on your face weren’t ones of fury, pain, resentment, grief, bitterness or any other emotion that could be associated with anger or sadness. These were tears of finally being asked if you were ok. That someone cared for you.

with fields of stone hay

Was the smallest town I ever saw