#devotional
I thank you for everything. I thank you for your patience, your kindness, your understanding and caring, your guidance, your strength, and your love. You are welcomed in my life, my heart, and my family for as long as you like. Truly, it’s an honour to worship you and devot myself to you again and again every day and every night.
An idea for witches and hellenic/nonhellenic polytheists/monotheists, make a sigil that represents your god/goddess/deity’s name. For non witchy mono/polytheists, use all the letters in your deity’s name to create a symbol, and draw that symbol on things you wish to dedicate to your deity.
I don’t usually get upset when PJO fan blogs reblog my devotional writing, because they’re still allowed to like my writing, I don’t know if they’re also Hellenists, and I do still appreciate the exposure for my writing. But someone reblogged one of my devotionals to the Theoi, with added commentary about how it didn’t line up with the characterizations and events from the book series, and it was pretty disrespectful. I’m actually angry. Like, really angry.
My deities are not characters in your fantasy novel. You don’t get to look at my faith–myreligion–and complain that the figures of my worship are not the same figures as in your book series. My very real, very alive religion is not aprop for your fandom.
You’re allowed to like your books. You’re allowed to build a fandom around them. You’re allowed to create and share material for that fandom.
You are not allowed to critique a spiritual practice in the context of your fandom.
You are not allowed to disrespect an entire religion, it’s deities, and the people who follow that religion, because it doesn’t match up with your limited and incorrect perception of those deities.
You are not allowed to complain that actual religious practices don’t fit into your narrative.
My faith is not your fandom.
All encompassing, intoxicating,
Taken at his will,
Returned when he’s done.
He will say no,
You will beg.
He takes me when I’m ready,
He gives me back on time.
It will be time,
Before I know love ,
For now,
I know anger,
And hunger,
And I want more of him.
It is his game,
We will play.
He has his rules,
We play by them.
He bows to no one,
We bow to him.
He controls the mind palace.
He is darkness.
He is ethereal.
He is eternal.
He is sleep.
And He is coming…
Soft, swaying, lulling, grey
He takes you when he wants you
You can invoke his presence
But He’ll never be far
As draining as invigorating
He will open the world for you
He will be the last person
You will mistake him
When he comes
He waits patiently
But He is always there
There is no escape
He will take you
He is sleep
Preparing you for his twin
He will deliver you onto his brother,
Death
I just want to say…
Thank you, Lord Hypnos, for loving me, giving me strength, and encouraging me every step of the way. Like a proud papa, nudging his kin to get back up even after their 100th time falling down.
Thank you, Hypnos, for being one I can count on no matter what.
Eyes droop and heads nod away,
Slumber comes another day.
Hypnos doses opium dust,
The twin of death that we trust.
Lucid bodies and vivid dreams,
Reality bursts and melts at the seem.
Pleasure fueled bodies lay to crash,
Three sons split the messages to flash.
Thick, heavy, and consuming,
Sleep, sleep we are resuming.
This post will be updated any time I make a new devotional activity post. If there is any you want but do not see on her please feel free to message me.
Aphrodite