The anti-myth literalism narrative is quickly spiraling into disregarding the myths entirely. Myths serve as the very foundation for 99.9% of myths - explain why Zeus is the King without mentioning the Titanomachy. Explain why Hermes and Apollo are associated with hawks - or why Hestia is a virgin goddess, or why Dionysus is associated with madness. Can you? Without a single reference to a myth? Myths are not reflections of the Gods, but a God with no myth gets forgotten. Please do not forget our gods.
I never thought I would be writing this. I never thought I would be begging for help just to keep my children warm, just to feed them one more meal. But here I am, reaching out to you, because I have no other choice.
My name is Rola. I am a mother of two beautiful children, and before October 7th, we had a life filled with love and laughter. We had a home. My children had their own room, filled with their toys and drawings. We would sit together on our balcony, drinking coffee in the early morning light. We had dreams, just like any other family.
But in an instant, it was all gone.
A missile struck. The earth shook beneath us. The air filled with dust and fire. My husband and son ran, stumbling over each other in terror. I stood frozen, the ringing in my ears drowning out my own screams. Our home was shatteredâwindows blown out, doors ripped from their hinges. And when I looked outside, our neighborâs house, a place that once echoed with children's laughter, was nothing but rubble and ash.
That was just the beginning.
The bombs never stopped. Every night, I held my children close as the sky rained fire. The sound of explosions mixed with the cries of mothers searching for their babies in the darkness. I covered my children, whispering words of comfort, but how do you comfort a child who is terrified of dying in their sleep?
We had to leave. We walked away from everythingâour home, our memories, the warmth of our life before. My children left behind their favorite toys, their books, their safe space. Now, we have nothing.
No home.
No food.
No clean water.
No way out.
I went to buy sugar the other day. It cost $20 for just a kilo. Food is disappearing, and the little that remains is impossible to afford. Every day, I fight to find just enough to keep my children alive.
I am exhausted.
I am scared.
I need your help.
I never imagined I would have to beg for my familyâs survival. But today, I am.
Please, if you are reading this, help us. Help me save my children. Help us find shelter, food, a way to rebuild even a small piece of the life we lost. If we ever have the chance to leave, we need support. If we are forced to stay, we need a home again.
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devotional acts are the best because I already sing a lot so now I can just be like âAnd this next one is for Lord Apollo!â and proceed to destroy my vocal chords
devotional acts are the best because I already sing a lot so now I can just be like âAnd this next one is for Lord Apollo!â and proceed to destroy my vocal chords
This post will be for venting about something that happened to me recently. This post is not pagan related.
I was at the place where i train, and the class hadn't started yet. So i was talking to my friend, and he told me that there is this new girl, and that i should say hi to her. In a few minutes she arrives.
Then, the three of us started talking, and my friend said "i went to the therapist recently". So i said "oh, i haven't gone in months, i really should go again."
And then, the girl said something that really upseted me. She said "why do you need one? You look fine. I don't see any reason for you to go to one" or something like that.
Like... it wasn't a big deal, i know, but i got really upset. Like, she knew me for five minutes, i don't think you can judge if a person needs a therapist.
Anyways, sorry for posting such a different thing, but i had no one to talk about this. Thanks for reading! :)
It is with a heavy heart that I ask for assistance with food for my two toddlers. We are waiting on foodstamps to reapprove us because they cut us off when we became homeless. We are currently living in a motel with no car, in the middle of nowhere.
There is a gas station across the street that sells milk for $7 đ
