The Sunny Floret

You can call me Flo and I am worshipper (for now I will call myself like this) of lord ☀️Apollón☀️ and new worshipper of lord 🍀Hermés🍀 lady ❤️Aphrodite❤️

I am here to share my stories of worshiping them, to find more information/inspiration or stories of others about worshiping them, devotional acts for them or other gods. (I am going to add more gods in to my practise in the future.)

English is my second language so please, be patient with me.🙏

But…BUT questions like:

“Is Apollo a bottom? Because I think he is! Can you ask him if it is not offensive?”

…I wasn’t prepared for that…

I have my altars in my room and on one of them (Apollo’s) I have sunglasses there. Every time I use them I say “I’ll return it to you as soon as possible, I’ll just borrow it”, because they stayed there over winter, so I think of them as Apollo’s now.

Not so long ago it was finally sunny day and we had guests at our house.

One of them forgot their sunglasses at home. They went into my room, took the sunglasses off my altar, puts them on and walked to me asking if they can keep it with big smile on their face.

I tried to react calmly, but I still strictly told them “no and put them back”.

Them: Why?

Me: Because I say so. Put them back at my altar and don’t take anything from it ever again.

For a long time I didn’t pay much attention to topic “using ai in practise”, because “I mean, it’s your practise. You do you, lol”…

But then I saw these two posts from @cultkinkcoven

And I got…pissed. This is no longer just about using AI in your practise or stealing someone’s art. It’s also about DISRESPECTING someone’s DEVOTIONAL ACT. It was a GIFT for someone’s GOD.

Okay…She said she didn’t know at first. Okay. Mistakes happen. But girl! He explained it to you why he is NOT happy with it and why he wants it to be delated. His reasons are understandable.

If they find out before using it, they can still return it. But if they find out AFTER using it, they will feel terrible.

Aww. I’m glad to hear that ^^

I think, as long as you are respectful, they let us just be “childish” or “weird”.

At least they can meet up later and share stories about their worshippers and devotees…

When I was a child, every day was an adventure. Elves in the woods who needed me to built houses made from sticks, leaves and moss. Monsters under my bed that could be defeated by my plushies…

The magic of childhood, that I thought it slowly left as I was growing up, is back again. Maybe in different form, but it doesn’t matter.

I know I must look silly, childish or crazy when I wave at the sun to greet my wonderful lord Apollo. Or when I giggle and playfully scold wind spirt, because the cold “pinched” my cheeks. But why should I care?

Also I am able to enjoy simple small things again like when I used to get excited over candy as a child.

I have never been so excited for spring as I am now, because I know the sun will shine directly on my bed at noon, making it warm - ideal for small naps.

I'm even looking forward to Valentine's Day, because I can use it to celebrate it by giving my attention to my beautiful lady Aphrodite.

I used to hate driving, but now I love it thanks to my dear lord Hermes, since I know he’s watching over me.

After reading one post from one devotee of lord Dionysus, where the person was talking badly about people with specific mental problem, I meditated to see Apollo to talk to him about it.

He was standing with his back facing me. I came to him with…mocking attitude.

“Can you believe it, my lord?” I scoffed. “That person is working with Dionysus, your brother!”

“And? What is the problem?” He said calmly.

“I mean…How can he work with such person when he’s the god of madness?!”

In that moment Apollo turned around to face me. I gasped and nearly fell on my knees. He looked differently - dark skin with burning “cracks”, long red-yellow-orange hair flying around him, eyes dangerously glowing…If solar flare was a person, it would look like that. I immediately knew that he was upset. Almost pissed.

He grabbed my chin firmly, but still gently, as he spoke: “Only god can judge another god. Mortal can judge another mortal.”

I was speechless. Shocked. But not afraid. I knew I upset him, but also he wouldn’t hurt me. This was a lesson, because I crossed a line. How? I was about to find out…

“I…I didn’t-“

“You did,” he let go of my chin and returned to his normal appearance he uses when I see him. “I see you don’t know where is the line between the questioning and judging.”

“Wait…judging is bad but questioning is not when we talk about gods? How so?”

“When you questioning something, you are willing to learn. Willing to search for reason, solution. But judging?” He scoffed. “When you judge, you are not opened for learning. You see your “truth” and that’s enough for you. The line is the tone, the attitude you had when you spoke.”

I blinked stunned. “Oh…I…I refused to see more than the one article…”

“But you read more, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I said ashamed. “The person clearly has their own struggles, problems…And just like me, they had reason why they started working with Dionysus. And Dionysus has his own reason to stand by their side.”

He nodded: “Do you understand why I got upset?”

“No, my lord.”

“Because you tell yourself you are so opened minded. Willing to learn. But this situation proved that it’s a lie you tell yourself.”

I swallowed hard. “But…Why did you corrected me in such way? I never heard about someone who was corrected by you like this.”

“Because of the reason you called me. Because of the help you asked me for.”

“But this-“

He raised his hand to stop me. “You don’t realize that your ‘wish’ has deeper meaning than you think. There is so much more you need to learn about yourself.”

Once more I was speechless for few seconds. “And the only way I’ll learn is…not easy.”

He nodded.

“Is this reason I don’t want to work with lady Hekate? Because working with her is discipline and I am afraid of it?”

He nodded.

“Even though I know I need it, I am avoiding it.”

“And now you regret your decision to not work with her. But don’t be afraid. You have me, Aphrodite and Hermes by your side now. And you will reach the thing you need.”

“So…questioning god is not bad…”

“Correct. It might be annoying to us sometimes. But we can see that you are only trying to learn more, not to disrespect us. And learning is part of the journey.”

“And…where is the end of my journey?”

He smiles. “You don’t know?”

“I…no. I think I know.”

…okay…no…Can we stop saying that? I know there are people who have it this way, but not all of us are like this…

I loved greek mythology way before I could even read. I watched DVDs (gods I feel old now) with kid version of greek mythology, where stories were really REALLY simple and short (this guy is bad, this guy is good, end of story).

“You worship Apollo just because he was nice in Percy Jackson”

Dude, I grew up on stories where Apollo was just pure egoistic evil bastard (I am sorry, my lord) and I still loved him. And these stories even made me…anger/sad without me knowing why until my parents read me longer versions of them where there was explained why he did what he did.

In another words: I don’t love greek mythology because of Percy Jackson books. I was a fan of Percy Jackson because of greek mythology.

And my reasons why I worship my gods have nothing to do with these books. My reasons are bit personal and I don’t feel comfortable to share them yet. But it was long journey to finally find my way I am comfortable to walk on.

Me: *At night shift, tired and bored* Apollo! Apollo! Apollo! Apollo! Apollo! Apollo-

Hermes: Yo, what the fuck?!

Me: But what if I get burned?

Apollo: I don’t care if you are scared of being burned by fire! Go outside and spend time with friends by campfire!

Me: Urgh! It’s not fair that boys can be shirtless, but if I dare to go outside without wearing bra under my clothes I get called shameless, whore, inappropriate-

Aphrodite: Fuck them! Tits out, girl!

Me: YEAH! *takes my shirt of in front of my altars*

Hermes: Oh! Bobbies~

Me: Who said that?

Apollo: Him.

Me: *feeling Apollo’s fingers in my hair and hearing him sing Slipping Through My Fingers while meditating with him* Huh, I guess it’s my imagination-

Apollo: Excuse me? Didn’t you ask for my presence?

Me: I did, but-

Apollo: Didn’t you ask me to be here for you when you need when you started to worship me?

Me: I did-

Apollo: So am I doing too much that you doubt my presence?

Me: I-

Apollo: Do you think this is not real?

Me: …I…I’m sorry?

Apollo: Good. Now go back to meditation and relax.

Me: …

Aphrodite: Don’t forget to drink, honey.

Hermes: And after this go for a walk, okay?

Me, after I started worshiping gods: *learning to not me ashamed of my body* I look like woman. It’s not as disgusting or shameful or provocative as I though. And if someone thinks it is, it’s their problem, not mine. And if they dare to complain or try something, I will show them their place.

Me then: Urgh! I hate getting dirty! Ew! Dirt!

Me, after I started worshiping gods: *after I did my manicure, I got feeling that Apollo’s plant needs to be transplant* Oh poor thing, it’s been almost a year since you got this pot. It must feel small now. Don’t worry, baby, I got you. *transplant the plant and messing my nail*

Me: *doing my nails, unbothered* Oh really? How so?

Person: For example he killed Achilles!

Me: *knowing a few things about the myth* And do you know why?

Person: Well…because he wanted to!

Me: And why?

Person: …Well…umm…because…he is…evil and…

Me: *calmly* Okay, darling, stop. I know that Apollo has done…bad things in myths, I know. But they are just myths. Stories written by humans. It’s like spreading a rumor you heard from your friend who heard it from their friend who heard it from their mom who heard it from her friend who heard it…You get the idea. There are lot of versions of them. We can still learn from them and get an idea how gods were like…But they are not facts. And before you come here to tell me how “evil” my god is…Do your research properly first.

Person: Urgh! You are giving me lecture again! I just wanted to tell you interesting information!

Me: Oh did you? Really? Or did you just want to use that information to start an argument with me? Or to make me feel bad?

Person: …

Me: Honey, if you are bored and want to have an argument, just say so. I know lot of harmless topic to have harmless argument about. No need to attack my believes.

Person: …F**k you…

Me: *tears up*

Apollo: Wha- wait! Wait! Why are you crying? I wasn’t that mean, was I? *panicking*

Me: No, it’s just so sweet…

Apollo: ??

Me: You are so nice to me!