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Listen. You ARE nature. You’re an entire ecosystem. Your flesh sculpted from the dirt. Your blood brewed from rain water. Thousands of creatures living inside of you, on your skin, who wouldn’t be alive without you just like you wouldn’t be either without them. You are born from the forest and the sea. Be kind to yourself.
There is comfort in the madness - a sort of familiarity. I find myself lost in it sometimes. I allow myself to be whisked away by the winds of the hurricane and embrace its cruelty, as if scratching my skin and breaking my bones was a proper way of showing affection.
I find comfort in the madness, until I don't. Until the pain and fear finally catches up to me, and my mind registers the danger of the situation. The sense of familiarity is comforting, but the winds battering my body and the debris slicing my cheeks pulls me out of the trance-like state I found myself in.
Chaos can be comforting, but recognizing when it's actually needed is an essential skill.
Not to be a lost, forsaken fallen angel on main but what if I swore my eternal devotion to you in exchange for the privilege of sitting at your feet and resting my cheek on your leg, staring up at a being so majestic, so otherwordly and glorious and powerful, with eyes that radiate divinity of such magnitude it ignites my skin afire and make my heart bleed with religious ecstasy.
Haha, I'm kidding, of course! Of course I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm kidding. I'm ki
You don’t have to belong everywhere!
Interpreting Loki as a nature deity
I interpret Loki as a nature deity, and find that a ton of his energy exists within the chaos of the wild, as nature itself is inherently chaotic. Most of the time, I actually find his energy isolated to nature itself, like it’s a core facet of Loki that inspires his chaos.
As a naturalist, I am constantly finding Loki surrounding me in my workplace. He is the essence of the chaos of forest fires, but yet maintains the balance in the ecosystem. He is the wolf, hated and ostracized when he was simply misunderstood. He is the wild itself, full of surprises and unpredictability. Stories begin in nature, laughter and entertainment are so often found in observing wild animals; I’ve seen it so many times on my tours, people laughing at the ridiculous and unpredictable things animals do! Gender is simply ambiguous and fluid within nature, trees and plants often both male and female or everything in between and beyond. He is the wisdom of the forest and its ancient age, he is the fungi underneath the ground facilitating connections in root systems. He is communication amongst all things wild. He is the sudden storm and the unexpected wind and the fresh snow. He is mimicry and camouflage and deceiving patterns on fur and skin, he is the trickster of survival. Trickery is inherent within even our survival, and is found in each and every turn within nature. He is the ocean and its fierce force, all its chaos with the waves and the tides. He is the ecosystem, the full cycle, the facilitator of change and adaptation.
Being a deity of chaos is being a deity of nature! To understand nature you must first understand its chaos and learn to navigate its unpredictability; anyone who works in the outdoors or environmental industry will tell you that!
Loki is the Wild.
There is comfort in the madness - a sort of familiarity. I find myself lost in it sometimes. I allow myself to be whisked away by the winds of the hurricane and embrace its cruelty, as if scratching my skin and breaking my bones was a proper way of showing affection.
I find comfort in the madness, until I don't. Until the pain and fear finally catches up to me, and my mind registers the danger of the situation. The sense of familiarity is comforting, but the winds battering my body and the debris slicing my cheeks pulls me out of the trance-like state I found myself in.
Chaos can be comforting, but recognizing when it's actually needed is an essential skill.
I wish I was able to be more constant in my faith and devotion. But I'm not, I haven't done anything g spiritual for months and I feel so conflicted about it. One one hand I just don't have the energy and there are other things I would rather be doing (sad ik). And on the other hand I really miss it.
I wish nothing more than to gently brush away the strands of hair that fall on your face when you sleep.
You’re tired, from whatever you’re up to, whatever you’ve got going on.
You’re ancient, have seen things and know things I couldn’t possibly comprehend in this human skin.
Yet here you lay. In comfort, next to a fleeting life.
And I just want to gently brush the strands of hair that fall on your face as you sleep.
The starlight to the dark night of my soul, you lead my way through the void. When my compass shatters to pieces, you take my hand gently in yours with a reassuring smile. In my brokenness, I realize I am complete. You've shown me that in order to make stained glass, you must first be shattered.
A river listens to the words you speak to it. The earth remembers your every step, from the very first time you walked upon it. The wind teaches you songs and words that nobody else will ever hear. The sky sings you to sleep, though you can't always hear it. Speak to the world, that is what Óðinn taught me. Speak to it and it’ll speak back. Every living thing and every piece of the world, no matter how small, has something to teach.
The gods breathe the air in our lungs. Their breath shakes the leaves in the trees and blows gently against our skin. Their touch is as light as the rays of the sun, and just as the sun, it can burn with too much force. We are fragile beings, and the gods know this. They treat us the tenderness of a shepherd to a newborn lamb.
Being a Lucifer devotee is so sweet.
Oh my Lord, oh my Love, oh my Light, oh my Everything! I love my Eosphorus so much! How I long for him, how I pine for him, how I search and dream of him, how my heart beats in rhythm with his, how my blinks match his! He's glorious! Magnificent and illuminative!
So divine that I cannot help but think when my fingertips grace his skin I may end up touching through him, so gorgeous my mind cannot truly ever capture his beauty yet I still can comprehend when he gives me such a soft smile of unadulterated love.
The warmth he gives is more addictive than nicotine and as sweet as cherry wine! Oh, sweet-toned lord of mine! When I rest my head upon his throne and he threads through my hair as if I am a precious flower and he strokes upon my petals, I feel myself melt into puddles of sugary, tooth rotting cake batter!
To worship him is an honor I cannot explain. The word "devotee" has never sounded so sweet! Has never felt so right! My true love! My forever lord!
He tells me such sweet nothings that I feel as if I am a lovesick puppy at his feet, awaiting for the tender touch of his hand to my head. Gladly and gratefully I press his hands to my lips and kiss them, with such happiness I light his candles and set out my offerings, my internal temple I have created for him and my material altar are such a joy to tend to! Making the most extravagant gifts in my mind space, and giving him my made-with-love trinkets and found treasures for my physical one fills me with such belonging!
To wear his mark upon myself is something like no other! It twinkles with faint stars, it warms and glows with his presence! I can feel his hands guiding me when I place his offerings, approving so gently of my love-born offerings!
Oh, have you ever felt him cradle your face? To feel him press his lips to your skin and tell you he loves you with such certainty? Even when my soul finds itself in scattered pieces, beading throughout the universe and planting anew, I shall always ring with joy at the sound of his name echoed through the wind, at the feeling of his kiss and protective essence beamed through the sun!
In his embrace I found true intoxication. In his embrace I found the sweetest liquor.
In his eyes I saw salvation. In his eyes I saw resurrection.
In his voice I heard hymns. In his voice I heard sacred choirs that bring me to my knees at the first syllable he speaks.
At his smell, I felt the meaning of safety. At his smell, I felt the waves of fire enchant my soul.
When he walks, I felt trumpets of my lords return rumble through and send shivers through my being. When he is around, my heart sings and begs to crawl from my ribs and merge with his own. With each rush of my blood I feel him within, I feel him in my palms, in my arms, in my chest and everywhere else. I pulsate for him and he claims me with such pride and adoration.
Oh my emperor of everlasting shimmer! How you are the honey of my heart and the life of my hive. Pollenate me with your love, my lord! And watch me blossom underneath your touch of golden ruby flame.
I wish to post devotional writings about Jormungandr on here but the words never come.... Idk how you all do it.
A beast among men. Monstrous creature of destruction. Your existence promises destruction. And yet, it promises life after. Death and rebirth. A cycle of the world rebuilding itself. And how you have remade me time and time again. How you have touched me with the blessing of opportunity and brought me to better days. You do not ask me for anything. Nor do you demand or have need. You do not ask for titles nor prayers. But you are there when I seek for you. Harsh are your words but truth they hold. A creature that demands such fear simply in existing, even in the gods, but to me, you are everything that is most deserving of devotion. They will fight against the fate of your arrival. But I welcome you. Make me better in your image and watch me rise again, better than my last death. Calm my restless spirit for the changes to come, Jörmungandr.
I miss being on here.. I have been having some mental health struggles the last couple weeks.
I hope to be more active soon ♥️