ERIBROMOS

i surrender myself to loud-roaring and reveling, thrice-born, two-horned dionysos-zagreus, joy of humanity and the embodiment of life itself. euoi! fig or daphne (they/she). 30s. spiritworker, godspouse, and aspiring ethnographer who is devoted heart and soul to dionysos-zagreus. i share my own upg and personal experiences. i may also post academic content but don't claim to be a teacher or authority figure. 🔞 ⚠️ I DON'T TOLERATE TERFS, SWERFS, NAZIS, RACISTS, AND OTHER BIGOTS OR HATEFUL PEOPLE! support me on ko-fi · linktree · pfp

[aidashakur]

there's not a single casual bone in my body. everything means something to me

[pankadoll]

leaving it at that :)

[justvea18]

Ariadne, I think we're a little lost

[loudroaring]

[ . . . ] but seeing the gods in their true form was not always so benign. Most significantly [Semele], princess of Thebes and lover of Zeus, king of the gods, is tricked by Zeus's wife Hera into demanding to see him in his true form: Zeus appeared as a thunderbolt, and [Semele] was destroyed. [Semele] was the mother of Dionysus, so it is appropriate that the worship of Dionysus involved the potentially devastating opportunity of direct contact with the god (emphasis added)

— Mystery Cults in the Ancient World, Bowden (p. 27-28)

[queenmoriarty]

get in loser we’re gonna admire moss and mushrooms in the forest

[loudroaring]

I love Dionysos, and Dionysos loves me. Deeply. Irrevocably. At this point, I'd be surprised if we weren't inseparable at a molecular level, our souls entangled. Our devotion to one another is eternal. But I'm learning the hard way that love and devotion don't automatically equal presence. A few months ago, when the chips were down, Dionysos revealed that he would be exiting my life for a period of time, a timeline that has since become sacred to me. He will be leaving, and I won't be able to rely on or even call upon him beyond a working relationship for divination. He will be gone until he returns

At first I rallied against this revelation, kicking and screaming like a child throwing a tantrum. I don't want him to leave, so he can't. I don't know what I'll do without him, not when he has been so loud, so vivid, and so large in my life since we met, so he can't possibly draw his presence away. How can he abandon me now? How can I trust that he'll return? It took me a while to understand, and longer to accept, that that's part of the bargain. My practice can't stand on Dionysos and neither can I. No matter how much I love him — and if you know anything about me, you know that I love Dionysos so enthusiastically that it might as well be a blinking, neon sign — I'm not living his life. I'm living mine. There is rebirth that awaits me without him (ironic, huh?), and I must trust that he'll celebrate whoever I become

So, here I am, sitting on the doorstep of "goodbye." I burn his candle, I wear his oil, I hold him close in the moments between sleep and waking... and time marches ever toward the moment I'll no longer have him. What else can I do? What else would you do in my shoes?