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A cleansed and purified space is not necessarily a protected space.
Also, a protected space is not necessarily a warded space
And a warded space (or protected space) is not necessarily a sacred space.
And a scared space is not necessarily a cleansed space
(See what I did there? Weâre back to square one)
Oh fuck guys I think I messed upâit all cancelled out and now Iâm in a filthy room filled with demons, ghosts, and a toad that barks âjingle bellsâ exclusively.
Have you considered some banishing?
I tried but the toad has wards!!!
Ah, of course, of course. The solution to this is quite simple. Promise to give the toad a reading, go quiet over the cards, shake your head and sigh softly and mournfully, and then tell the toad that bad luck is in its future unless it finds a more stable living situation than squatting in your house.
Ok I did that and now the toad is giving a melancholic soliloquy about the inevitability of death a woe !
Practice turned dnd
Gentle reminder that Aphrodite is not just for the femmes.
Thatâs what held me back from reaching out to her for a long time, because I had been told she is just for the girls, or that it would be disrespectful as a boy to want to work with her. As being a boy would be like adding an insidious poison to the sanctuary of her presence. Despite the fact that I only looked upon her with admiration and awe.
But over years I have learned she is not swayed by your gender, rather she looks upon who you are. Being a goddess of love she is compassionate, and she can sense sincerity. If you come to her sincerely, she will accept you. She is a safe space to all, regardless of who you are.
That may have sounded obvious, but I definitely wish I had been told this.
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Sketch of Apollo Sittande Pü Hästen Pegasus (Apollo Sitting on the Horse Pegasus) by Julius Kronberg (c. 1907)

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idk yâall should treat fat men better. and i donât mean mildly chubby guys i mean honest-to-god love-handles-and-double-chins fat guys. stop calling them shit like discord mods or gross weebs or nasty creeps or neckbeards or that theyâre stinky or sweaty or beer bellied or whatever else. fatphobia isnât cute, even repackaged in a neat little box of âew menâ
#not my usual reblog but absolutely
âI want a bfâ âI want a gfâ okay??? I want to let go of my past no matter how hurtful the memories might be??? I want love to define me rather than break me in my feverish attempts to seek it????? I want the ever shifting opinions of other people to no longer have such a chokehold on me?????
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Hermes is the crease in your smile, the glimmer in your eye, the skip in your step.
He is the humanity evident by the grooves in your fingerprints, the footprints that follow you, the clothes that shield you.
He is the moment of bliss when you look at the night sky's thousands of distant stars, the feeling of wonder when you step foot on foreign lands, the small spark within you that pushes you forward when you want to quit.
He is the sarcasm in your tone, the cheeky smile on your face, the mischief in your jokes.
He is the wild dream about the gods that made you laugh, the words you needed to hear on a hard day, the pat on the back that helped you keep going.
He is the driver of your car as you sit in the passenger seat and stick your hand out the window, the cashier who compliments your outfit and makes you smile, the comedian who makes you laugh your lungs out with tears coming from your eyes.
He is the kind homeless man in the street who offers advice to passerbys, the animal shelter owner struggling to make room for more strays, the single parent working their ass off to make end's meat.
Hermes is more than just a travel god. He is more than just comic relief. He is more than just the mail man.
He is Hermes of The People. And I couldn't be more grateful to know him.
If you saw all those stardew reblogs just now, no you didnt

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very well, i shall smoke this âbowlâ with you. but take warning! henceforth i may become quiteâŚ.. sillyâŚ
Lord Apollo,
Thank you for teaching me to once again enjoy music the way I want to regardless how I look in the process.
Thank you for teaching me to appreciative the outdoors and the sun in the sky.
Thank you for inspiring me to embrace my disability, ethnicity, my background and the color of my skin.
Thank you for inspiring me to take care of myself.
Thank you for giving me strength to embrace myself and take initiative to change things for the better.
Thank you for giving me that sense of humanity, that sense of function and thank you for making me feel whole.
Lord Apollo, I pray for you to remain with me as long as you deem fit to stay.
Thank you Apollo, for giving me a future.
Something I love about Hermes is that his presence is akin to that one friend. The one that doesnât belong to any group, any clique. A complete drifter. Someone who you arenât as personal with as you think you are, yet.. you still are in ways you wouldnât ever imagine.
He could phase off the earth for days and come back and youâd never know, yet at the same time you miss every second you donât share. Heâs mischievous, elusive. Heâs like trying to catch a fish with your hands. Yet at the same time heâs always there the moment it feels youâve been left by everyone. Heâs there to banter, just when you need it. And he seems to know you inside out, despite the fact you couldnât get a reading on him even if you had your whole life to ponder. Heâs noncommittal to being there, but heâs simultaneously committed to being there for you when you need him most. He wonât stay forever, but heâll always swing back around right when you need him.
Heâs an enigma, and I couldnât love him more for that fact.
Ayo anyone up worshippin they deities?
The gods are not their myths. (Or on this blog we support Zeus because we follow his cult, not the poetsâ.)

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I have this thing with the Greek gods where I HAVE to piece together and understand the Greek gods and their epithets.
I was looking at Hermes this morning and as per usual, I couldnât figure him out.
So I did what I usually do and I just wrote.
I figured Iâd share what I wrote about him. It made me feel very connected to him and I feel I understand him as much as my human brain can understand a God.
He is always going somewhere. Even if itâs with your feet kicked up on the dash with the windows down listening to music. He is always going somewhere. Always thinking something. He is fast. Both mentally as the trickster and the deceiver but also as the athlete. He is fast. He is the messenger. Running back and forth, in the creaks listening to what shouldnât be listened to but reporting it all the same. He know desperation as the thief. He knows the need to steal. Whether itâs for the rush of kleptomania or for the food on the table. He understands and guides. He know desperation deeply. So he guides. He is good. He is smart. He is lucky. He knows that to be raised in dirt you must move quick and be sharp to survive. But he is empathetic to those still in the dirt. At his most peaceful he is with the sheep and the farmlands. Knowing that to live with the animals and survive with them he must be one step ahead. But heâs not in the dirt with them. He is good with them.
There is so much beauty in God(s) holyyyy. Like how? How can You be so freaking beautiful?
Absolutely, I often find myself looking through old statues and depictions of deities and just finding them so gorgeous and wonderful.