As a brand new, baby Hermes devotee, I decided to build him an altar.
I, being new to honestly everything, and probably doing everything wrong, spent pretty much my last pennies on everything I needed.
I bought a bowl, which i painted in imagery and sealed with nail polish
A safari plate which I glued beautiful glass stones too
Lavender and dragons blood stick and cone incense along with two holders (I panicked at what kind to buy, but it kinda called out to me I guess? I will admit to seeing he liked lavender somewhere and as a Northwest native, it does remind me of hikes and getting out so I guess it's fine??)
Multiple candles in white, blue, oranges, and one that is tan, all having different scents, yet surprisingly smelling beautiful all together
A altar place mat, aka a peice of fabric with chicken wings on it because ya'know what? What's wrong with some funny wing motifs? I mean, it made me laugh, and i feel like he likes it too.
And last but certainly not least, a hot wheels bus. Ironically safari camo patterned, with a small winged logo on the sides.
Mind you, I am very new to everything. Yet, with my ADD and the joys of Autism, I couldn't help but just, dive in.
That little bus called out to me. The moment I saw it, I knew I was coming home with me. Even before I know it was him alerting me to it.
When I set everything up, after an hour or so of painting the bowl, I washed my hands, lit the incense, wafted it around, put it out, lit the candles, and prayed.
It was awkward. I feel as if I kinda forced him into my space, and I struggled severely with figuring out what I should do.
I ended up blowing out 4 out of the five candles due to my anxiety, yet the last little blue candle refused to go out.
The flame seemed angry almost, growing massive, then almost instantly to nothing. It was beautiful to watch, and I will admit to almost crying in awe. It kept going, large, then little, flickering around and to the sides. I did try to put it out again, terrified of my parents walking in and scared that i was doing everything wrong. Yet, now that i think about it, the flickering reminded me of sympathetic laughter.
Regaining myself, I spoke to Hermes. Asking him to guide me as I learn and work to worship him better. I am devoting myself to Hermes, and I promised to try and to do my best.
I spoke for a few minutes, just, talking. Saying things in how I was very new, but I wanted his guidance in learning and in life. I promised offerings, and seemingly, that little bus, and the orange and gold dice I've had in my backpack for months now, seemingly have a new and worth-while purpose.
By time I had finished with my anxiety ridden speech, the candle was calm, steady, and what I would define as standard sized. I felt better. Giddy, and I could feel myself wanting to cry. It felt good. Really good.
I did my best to say thanks, to smile as I put out the candle.
When I was done, after everything, I did still feel nervous. Especially after reading a few posts on how to welcome a god into your space. (IM SO SORRY HERMES)
But even now, I feel good. I want to research him, to research what I'm so excited to get into.
This post is very long, and kind of a mess, but i needed to get my first experience down. I want to make sure I remember it forever. Especially so that I can see how I grow in my devotion, and how I've changed for the better!
This post is dedicated to Lord Hermes :D
