Hail to Ares and Athena this Memorial Day! Hail to the spirits of those who have fallen! May you be with those in service everyday!
Internet Girls: I worship Lilith because she’s so sex positive and really connects me with my femininity!
Aphrodite: *Sigh* And they wonder why I keep sending them fuckbois…
And just about every other day. Io Hermes!
Sing, O Muse, of Hermes who bears the willful wand that creates as He speaks!
Walker between the Worlds, you are the ancestor of all wizards for it was you who first set out into the realms to enact change according to your will.
Your will stands erect, your tongue is sharp and your mind even sharper, you Hermes of the Word weave the cosmos through speech and story and song.
Companion of Mnemosyne whose waters are life-saving, may you guide us in shaping our stories so that we may further hasten the accomplishment of the Great Work!
Hail to you Hermes! I praise you in song but I shall call to my mind both you and another song!
Take a listen to this song. It’s Neopagan. It’s duotheistic. It’s monistic and talks about a “Lord and Lady”. It’s talk about nature. It’s good old 70s Neopagan hippiness.
And you know what? I respect it way more than most “pagans” today. At least it’s devotional!
“Dance then wherever you may be for I am the Lord of the Dance that be!”
Paganism has become nothing but a byword for atheists with tarot cards. Every year the “community” seeks to remove anything resembling any kind of meaningful identity that justifies its existence
If I had a nickel for everytime a “pagan” or “witch” argued with me because I suggested giving offerings to rivers, I’d have two nickels. Which is not many but it’s strange that it’s happened twice.
She said “Do you love me?” I say “Only partly. I only love the Theoi and my mama. I’m sorry!”
Sing, O Muse, of the prophetic Lizard King!
Jim Morrison, he who was possessed of the spirit of the Mask God Himself!
He wore the mask of the Son of Semele and likewise the Son of Semele wore the mask of this wild singer who danced on stage and ejaculated prophecy!
Many know Jim Morrison the artist but only those wise in the ways of Bacchus can recognize the wisdom of a man who drank to hear the last poem of the last poet.
Hail to the Lizard King who brought many to Dionysos!
I praise you in song but I shall call to my mind both you and another song!
Sing, O Muse, of Dionysos Meilichios!
Soothing one who allays all fears and brings pleasure into our toil-ridden lives, I am bid to sing of the encounter with Prosymnos who felt the sting of desire for Dionysos’ of the unshorm locks
Once when at the waters near Hydra-haunted Lerna you sought to descend into the House of Hades to receive your mother Semele who was blessed by the love of Cloud-gathering Zeus, you encountered a mortal stricken with love for the Wine-faced One.
Prosymnos looked upon the beautiful form of Zeus’ loud-roaring son and was enraptured by His beauty.
He requested that he be able to join in love with Dionysos and Euboleus agreed to this deal.
But the Fates had Their plans enacted and Prosymnos died before Dionysos returned with His mother
Honor-bound and with a desire to make good on His promise, Dionysos who is sweet to His people carved a phallos from the fig tree and made love to Himself in honor of His fallen aid.
Hail to Dionysos the Kindly who cares for His people. I praise you in song but I shall call to my mind both you and another song!