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Hare

The Easter Bunny is of German origin. He shows up in 16th century literature as a deliverer of eggs, in his own way a springtime St. Nicholas bent on rewarding the good.

In Celtic mythology and folklore the hare has links to the mysterious Otherworld of the supernatural.

The Celts believed that the goddess Eostre’s favourite animal and attendant spirit was the hare.

Many Buddhist and Hindu texts describe the hare as a creature of fire, but not just any fire, the same consuming sacrificial fire of the phoenix, then to rise again out of the ashes.

To the Romans, the hare is an emblem of fertility, abundance, sexuality, lust, rampant growth and excess.

Eggs

Eggs have forever been associated with spring time. Ancient Egyptians, Persians, Romans, Gauls, and Chinese all embraced the egg as a symbol of the universe. 

Druids buried eggs dyed red, the color of menstrual blood, in freshly plowed fields to draw the goddess of spring from her slumber and to ensure abundance and fertility for the year.  

In Egypt and Persia eggs were decorated at the beginning of the year. The decorated eggs were exchanged at the equinox, the eggs symbolizing creation and fertility. 

Early humans thought the return of the sun from winter darkness was an annual miracle, and saw the egg as a natural wonder and proof of the renewal of life.

As Christianity spread, the egg was adopted as a symbol of Christ’s resurrection from the tomb. Hardboiled eggs were dyed red in memory of Christ’s blood, then given to children as a talisman to preserve their health over the ensuing twelve months.  

Pace eggs are kept year-round in British households for luck.

The protective qualities of the scarlet-dyed egg are still invoked in parts of Europe to guard fields and vineyards from lightning and hail, one is usually buried on the property for that purpose

According to European superstition, once an egg is consumed, its shell must be broken up lest a witch use it to gain power over the person who ate from it. A witch might also make a boat from an intact shell, then set sail in it and wreck ships at sea. Discarded eggshells should never be burned because doing so will cause the hens to cease to lay. 

Spring Deities

Anglo-Saxons worshiped Eostre, the moon Goddess of spring and fertility. 

The Druids worshiped Blodeuwedd, the Goddess of fertility, magick, and dawn.

In Roman mythology, Flora is the goddess of flowers and of the season of spring.

The Ancient Greek goddess Persephone is associated with spring.  

The celtic Goddess Brigit is honored at the festival of Imbolc which celebrates the first stirrings of Spring.

Freya is the Nordic fertility Goddess associated with spring growth and flowers. 

Spring Flora

Clover and other three-leaved plants were once considered spring gifts from the fairies to protect us and bring us luck.

Easter Lilies symbolize purity and spring time.

Other Wives tales

An old wives tale says  a wind that blows on Easter Day will continue to blow throughout the year, and that a shower of rain promises a good crop of grass but little hay. 

Children born on Easter Day are deemed especially fortunate. Those born on Good Friday, however, are doomed to be unlucky. 

References: motherearthliving.com, snopes.com, irishabroad.com, druidicdawn.org


May the moon light your path!

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Finally happy with Min-su and Ari-rae’s designs. Ari is an ancient elf now and Min is a red head with green/pink scales

Dionysus

Other Names: Bacchus, Zagreus, Liber
Epithets: Bakkhos (frenzied), Bromios (the roaring), Eleutheros (the liberator), Meilichios (the mild/gracious), Maenoles (the mad), Nyctelius (of the night), Nyctipolos (night-stalker), Staphylites (of the grape), Theoineos (god of wine), Agathos Daimon (good spirit), Oenops (wine-faced), Antheos (the blooming), Kisseus (of the ivy), Kittophoros (ivy-bearer), Dimetor (twice-born/of two mothers), Dimorphos (two-formed), Dithyrambos (of the dithyramb), Areios (warlike), Kryphios (hidden), Karpios (of the harvest), Hyes (of moisture/the dripping), Ekstatophoros (bringer of ecstasy), Boukeros (bull-horned), Aigobolus (goat-slayer), Melanaegis (of the black goat-skin), Lysios (loosener/deliverer), Lenaeus (of the wine-press), Limnaios (of the marsh/liminal), Psilas (giver of wings), Psilax (uplifted on wings), Soter (savior), Khthoinios (of the Underworld), Dendrites (of trees), Eubouleos (of good counsel), Polymorphos (many-formed), Khryphion (hidden), Khoreutes (the dancer), Melpomenus (singer/of the tragedy play), Phleon (the luxuriant), Omadios/Omaphagos/Omestes (flesh-eater), Bassareus (the fox), Androgynos (androgynous), Agronios (wild, savage), Oinops (wine-dark/wine-faced).
Domains:Wine, ritual ecstasy and trance, festivals and revelry, pleasure, madness, hallucinations, intoxication, liberation, fruit, androgyny, GNC and LGBTQ+ people, viticulture, theater and choral songs, life-force, reincarnation.
Appearance: He appears to me as an androgynous and beautiful young man with long, curly hair that flows over his shoulders (it’s usually dark brown but seems to change color, being occasionally blond, black, strawberry, etc.). He has wild eyes that are vine-green or the pinkish-purple of grapes, and they’re usually either bright and laughing or disturbingly mad-looking. He typically has ruddy cheeks and a bright smile. He’s usually not wearing much beyond a cloth draped over his body (in white or purple) and/or a leopard pelt, but sometimes appears in in casual modern clothing with a leopard-print jacket. He often wears a grape headdress, and he sometimes has horns resembling a bull’s, ram’s, or goat’s. His laughter is both musical and utterly insane. His aura is the reddish-purple of grapes.
Sacred Days and Festivals: Greater/City Dionysia (10-17 Elaphebolion). Lesser/Rural Dionysia (10 Poseideon). Lenaia (12-15 Gamelion). Anthesteria (11-13 Anthesterion). Oskophoria (8 Pynapsion). Haloa (26 Poseideon). Agrionia (nocturnal women’s festival).
Symbols/Attributes:Grapes, thyrsus, masks, drinking cups, ivy leaves, tambourine, winnowing basket, honey, phallus, animal skins, leopard-print fabric.
Sacred Animals: Leopard/panther, bull, serpent, goat, fox, bee, frog, bat
Sacred Plants: Grapevine, ivy, fig, pine, fennel, orchis, thistle.
Elemental Affinity: Earth, water, darkness.
Planet:Neptune (modern)
Colors:Purple, green, gold, burgundy, black.
Crystals: Amethyst, grape agate, black diamond
Incense:Grape, fig, fennel, musk, cinnamon, frankincense, storax, vanilla, cannabis.
Tarot Cards: Temperance, The Hanged Man, The Fool, The Devil, The Hierophant, The King of Pentacles.
Retinue: (called the thiasus) Maenads/Bacchantes, satyrs, seilenoi, Ariadne, Silenus, Pan, Thyone (Semele), Kotys, Korymbos, Aristaios, Phales, Methe, Telete
Associated People: Actors, social outcasts, women, androgynous/LGBT+ people.
Offerings: Wine, honey, grapes, figs, other fruit, ivy, pinecones, milk with honey, mead, sparkling juice, masks, stories/poetry/plays, dance, donations to community theaters or big cat conservation.
Syncretized With: Liber Pater, Sabazius, Osiris (though personally I think Shezmu fits better), Serapis, Tammuz, Shiva, Flufluns

Hymns to Dionysus

Homeric Hymn 26 to Dionysus

I begin to sing of ivy-crowned Dionysus, the loud-crying god,
Splendid son of Zeus and glorious Semele.
The rich-haired Nymphs received him in their bosoms from the lord his father
And fostered and nurtured him carefully in the dells of Nysa,
Where by the will of his father
He grew up in a sweet-smelling cave,
Being reckoned among the immortals.
But when the goddesses had brought him up, a god oft hymned,
Then began he to wander continually through the woody coombes,
Thickly wreathed with ivy and laurel.
And the Nymphs followed in his train with him for their leader;
And the boundless forest was filled with their outcry.
And so hail to you, Dionysus, god of abundant clusters!
Grant that we may come again rejoicing to this season,
And from that season onwards for many a year.

Orphic Hymn to Dionysus

Dionysos I call, loud-roaring and divine,
Primeval God, a two-fold shape is thine:

Thy various names and attributes I sing,
O, twice-born, thrice begotten, Bacchic king: 

Wild, ineffable, two-form’d, obscure, two-horn’d,
With ivy crown’d, howling, pure.

Bull-fac’d, and warlike, bearer of the vine,
Endowed with counsel prudent [Eubouleos] and divine:

Triennial, whom the leaves of vines adorn,
Of Zeus and Persephone, occultly born.

Immortal daimon, hear my suppliant voice,
Give me in blameless plenty to rejoice;

And listen gracious to my mystic pray'r,
Surrounded with thy choir of nurses fair.

Orphic Hymn to Dionysus Khthonios

Dionysos Khthonios, hear my pray’r,
Awakened rise with nymphs of lovely hair:
Great Amphietos Bakkhos, annual god,
Who laid asleep in Persephone’s abode,
Did’st lull to drowsy and oblivious rest,
The rites triennial, and the sacred feast;
Which rous’d again by thee, in graceful ring,
Thy nurses round thee mystic anthems sing;
When briskly dancing with rejoicing pow’rs,
Thou move’st in concert with the circling hours.
Come, blessed, fruitful, horned, and divine,
And on these rites with joyful aspect shine.
Accept the general incense and pray’r,
And make prolific holy fruits thy care.

Orphic Hymn to Dionysos Lenaios

Hear me, Zeus’s son, blest Bacchus, god of wine,
Born of two mothers, honor’d and divine,
Lysian, Euion Bacchus, various-nam’d,
Secret child of gods, holy, fam’d
Fertile and nourishing, in whose liberal care
Earth’s fruits increases, flourishing and fair;
Sounding, magnanimous, Lenaean pow’r
O various-form’d, medicinal, holy flow’r:
Mortals in thee, repose from labour find,
Delightful charm, desir’d by all mankind:
Fair-hair’d Euion, Bromios, joyful God,
Lysian, invested in the leafy rod.
To these our rites, benignant pow’r incline,
When fav’ring men, or when on Gods you shine;
Be present to thy mystic’s suppliant pray’r,
Rejoicing come, and fruits abundant bear.

Orphic Hymn to Triennial Dionysus

Bacchus frantic, many-nam’d, blest, divine,
Bull-faced Lenaean, bearer of the vine,
From fire descended, raging, Nysian king,
From whom initial ceremonies spring:
Liknitan Dionysos, pure and firey bright,
Eubouleos, crown-bearer, wandering in the night:
Pupil of Persephone, mysterious pow’r,
Triple, ineffable, Zeus’ secret flow’r,
Ericapaeus, first-begotten nam’d,
Of Gods the father, and the child fam’d,
Bearing a scepter, leader of the choir,
Whose dancing feat, frantic Furies fire,
When the triennial band thou dost inspire.
Loud-sounding, Tages, of a firey light,
Born of two mothers, Amphitios bright:
Wand’ring on mountains, cloth’d with skins of deer,
Apollo, golden-ray’d, whom all revere.
God of the grape with leaves of ivy crown’d,
Bassarian, lovely, virgin-like, renown’d,
Come blessed pow’r, regard thy mystic’s voice,
Propitious come, and in these rites rejoice.

Orphic Hymn to Dionysus Bassarius:

Come, blessed Dionysus, various nam’d, bull-faced,
Begot from Thunder, Bacchus fam’d
Bassarian God, of universal might,
Whom swords and blood and sacred rage delight:
In heav’n rejoicing, mad, loud-sounding God
Furious inspirer, bearer of the Rod
By Gods rever’d, who dwells’t with humankind,
Propitious come, with much-rejoicing mind.

Orphic Hymn to Dionysus Liknitos:

Liknitan Dionysos, bearer of the vine,
Thee I invoke to bless these rites divine:
Florid and gay, of nymphs the blossom bright,
And of fair Venus, goddess of delight,
Tis thine mad footsteps with mad nymphs to beat
Dancing thro’ groves with lightly leaping feet:
From Zeus’ high counsels nursed by Proserpine
And born the dread of all pow’rs divine:
Come, blessed daimon, regard thy suppliant’s voice,
Propitious come, and in these rites rejoice.

Orphic Hymn to Dionysus Perikionios:

Dionysos Perikionios, hear my pray’r,
Who mad’st the house of Cadmus once thy care,
With matchless force, his pillars twining round
When burning thunders shook the solid ground
In flaming, founding torrents borne along,
Propt by thy grasp indissolubly strong.
Come mighty Bacchus to these rites inclin’d,
And bless thy suppliant with rejoicing mind.

Verses from the first Hymn to Dionysus in Euripedes’ Bacchae

O blessed is he who, happy in his heart,
Knows the initiation rites of the gods,
Purifies his life and
Joins his soul to the cult,
Dancing on the mountains, with holy purifications
Celebrating the Bacchic rituals.
O blessed the man who dutifully observes
The mysteries of the Great Mother, Kybele.
Swinging high the thyrsus
And crowned with ivy
He serves Dionysus.
Onward you Bacchae, onward Bacchae,
Escort the roaring Bromios home,
A god an the son of a god! Escort him
Down from the Phrygian mountains into Greece’s wide-wayed streets,
Streets wide for dancing, Bromios the Roaring God!
[…]
Sweet is the pleasure the god brings us in the mountains.
when from the running revelers
he falls to the ground clad in his sacred fawnskin. Hunting
the blood of slaughtered goats for the joy of devouring raw flesh
he rushes through the mountains of Lydia, of Phrygia.
Hail to the Roaring God, Bromios our leader! Euoi!
The ground flows with milk,
Flows with wine,
Flows with the nectar of bees.
The Bacchic One, lifting high
the bright-burning flame of the pine-torch,
like the smoke of Syrian frankincense,
springs up and rushes along with his thyrsus.
Running and dancing he incites any wanderers,
shakes them with shouts of joy
tossing his luxuriant locks to the wind.

(Translation by Stephen Esposito)

Horace’s Hymn to Bacchus

Bacchus on the far-off rocky hills, teaching
his chants – you who are still to come, believe me –
I saw him and his student Nymphs and
goat-footed Satyrs and their pointed ears.

Euhoë! – my soul trembles with that moment’s fear,
Bacchus possesses my breast and I madly
rejoice. Euhoë!, spare me, god of freedom [Liber],
spare me, god of the fearful thyrsus of power.

I must celebrate your inexhaustible
revelers, and the fountains of wine and full
rivers of milk, and mirror in song
honey dripping from the hollows of trees;

I must celebrate your bride and her
constellated crown, and Pentheus’ palace
shaken to bits in a mighty downfall,
and the destruction of Lycurgus of Thrace.

You control the streams, the savage sea,
you are hot with wine as on distant hilltops
you bind Bistonian [Thracian] women’s hair
with a knot of vipers that do not harm them.

And when the rebellious army of giants
tried to climb the heights to the Father’s kingdom,
you were the one who threw back Rhoetus
and his terrible lion’s claws and teeth;

Although you were said to be more suitable
for dances and fun and games and were labeled
unfit for a battle, yet you took
your part in war as well as in peacetime.

You were graced with golden horn when Cerberus
saw you: he was harmless, and softly wagged his
tail, and as you were leaving, he licked
your legs and feet with all three of his tongues.

(Translation by Joseph P. Clancy, University of Chicago Press, 1960)

Disclaimers:Descriptions of the gods’ appearances are purely a record of how I personally see them. Gods are shapeshifters that can appear however they wish, and will be perceived differently by different people. My own perceptions of them may or may not match ancient artwork.
Correspondences listed are mostly modern.
Festival dates are based on the Attic calendar.
Offerings listed are all specific to the deity in addition to standard ones.
Translations of hymns are from Theoi unless otherwise specified.
Sources: 
THEOI GREEK MYTHOLOGYneosalexandriaHellenicGods.orgκοράκι/crow’s grimoire

antheiasophia:

Hymn to Hekate

Hail to thee, O Hekate,

Our Lady of the night

Guide to those who’ve gone astray

And bearer of the light.


We hark to hear the Muses sing

Of your exalted name,

Revered by our almighty King

And mortals all the same.


Great Mother, cloaked in saffron robes

We pray your strength to lend,

You stand with us at all crossed roads,

And at our journey’s end.


With ease you walk between the worlds,

The winds dance to your tune

With magic in your fingertips

You wait beneath the moon.

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Currently working with Ganesha, Persephone, and Jupiter.

Not sure what to expect but I’m hoping i”ll learn lots!

Last, but NOT least, a sigil for @seeyounderthetree with the intent of “I find the root cause of my

Last, but NOT least, a sigil for @seeyounderthetree with the intent of “I find the root cause of my procrastination and remove it entirely from my being.”

Hope it helps! ^^


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Goretober Prompt 2: Blood SportEverything has their price, blood requires blood as retribution
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Goretober Prompt 2: Blood Sport

Everything has their price, blood requires blood as retribution


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apocrypals:

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1rakus:

1rakus:

1rakus:

an angel would fuck a streetlamp and it would be nothing. it would be like a dog thoughtlessly rutting against a couch: pure instinctual pleasure chasing with something that may elicit but not share in your libido. but if an angel fucked a cell tower then viable offspring could very well result

this isn’t an arbitrary fact nor am i saying it in a fit of tryhard i’m-so-quirky-weird-internet-man pretense ok im saying that metaphysically speaking, if we were talking about the pure intent and function of angels and cell towers, they are absolutely in the same family of creature

people are asking “are you okay” and “what the fuck does this mean”. you are not contributing to divine phylogeny

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Y’all will tag us in anything huh

It took me a moment, but I think OP means that both angels and cell towers are specifically made for communication purposes.

Nowmy brain is running with this idea and it points out that angels are 1 way communication, from God to humans, but cell towers are 2-way.

Therefore an angel/cell tower hybrid (angel tower?) would (depending on the precise details of hybridization) result in either 2-way communication with God, 1-way communication from God (essentially being just another angel), or 1-way communication to God.

The last is the funniest possible option, because it would allow people to scream at him about everything going on without (verbal) retaliation.

Arguably even funnier though, is that using OP’s method of classification, angels can hybridize with anything that specifically facilitates communication, leading to such additionally nonsensical lovers as:

  • Walkie-talkies
  • Smartphones
  • Telegrams
  • Carrier pigeons
  • Text-to-speech software
  • Email
  • Snail mail

And many more. I don’t normally do this, but @1rakus​, you must see what you have wrought!

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