#charon deity

[sleepnowmychild]

Me, upon dying with no coins because I spent them all on capsule machine trinkets: Lord Charon do you have PayPal?

[khaire-traveler]

I'd like to think that when we die, we never die alone. I believe that Thanatos waits beside us, there to hold our hand as our souls leave our bodies. I believe that Hermes takes our other hand, guiding us from this life to the next. I believe that Charon sits us down on his boat, transitioning fully from the world of the living to that of the dead. I believe that when we enter through Haides' gates, even then, we are not alone as we're accompanied with other souls - maybe some people we know, and others we don't. And when I take my rest in the Fields of Asphodel, there'll be other content souls, resting amongst the flowers beside me as we spend our afterlives in peace within King Haides' beautiful kingdom.

[wingedfoolnearthesun]

walking around with a coin in my pocket for Lord Hermes, Father Thanatos, and Lord Charon, in constant fear that i might not be guided over the River Styx when my time comes (cons of practicing in secret)

[rottenstocking]

Charon

Charon; Ferryman of the Dead.

Honestly? His took me so long. I started Charon's collage after Persephone's, and have only just finished it as I didn't have any creativity really flowing for it. I know it isn't the best? but I hope you guys like it still :)

(let me know if I get anything wrong!)

[diana-thyme]

Greek Gods 101: Charon

Charon is the ferryman of the dead. Excluding the universal offerings, some common offerings include:

Depictions of Boats

Depictions of Staffs

Coins

Depictions of Oars

Dew

Depictions of the Underworld

Depictions of Ghosts and Hauntings

Water (especially dark water or dyed water)

Rum and Other Strong Alcohols

Graveyard Dirt

For devotional acts, some activities that can be done for him include:

Collecting/Searching for Coins

Rowing a Boat

Learning About the Dead

Learning About Mortuary Practices

Learning About Funeral Rituals and Practices

Drinking Alcohol

Visiting Graveyards

Visiting Funeral Homes

He is not celebrated in any Athenian holidays.

[styx-naiad]

I just got this badass Charon incense burner for my Hades altar! 💀

[khaire-traveler]

Soul

When a tree dies, where does it go?

Does its soul join those in Asphodel or Elysium?

Does Charon bear it, freely and without charge, across the Styx?

Does it dig its roots deeply into the abundant grounds of the Field,

Or lay its roots beside the restful souls of ancient heroes from times past?

Does its final breath intermingle with the breeze?

The same breeze that brushes back your hair,

That carries the melodic sound of your laughter?

Is its soul carried on that breeze,

Far away into distant lands,

That it couldn't explore before?

Does it appear in the forests that Wild Artemis roams,

Housing the squirrels and the birds that she hunts?

Is its soul held in the hands of Lifebearing Demeter,

Cradled sweetly as a mother cradles her child?

Or would its soul bury itself deep within Gaia's soil,

Finding peace and refuge surrounded by her all-loving presence?

When a tree dies, where does it go?

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|| A poem made by me for the trees ||

[khaire-traveler]

The Underworld is a Galaxy

TW: Death

One day, I'll become like the stars,

Passively watching the earth below,

Looking down at the chaos that is life,

I will be surrounded on all sides,

By other celestial bodies,

And I'll never be alone,

I see myself traveling down,

The starry river of Styx,

A galaxy that Charon rows through,

The burning hot suns will light our path,

As he rows to the gates of Haides,

And star-ladden Cerberus lets us through,

We'll enter through a meteorite archway,

And see millions of souls looking onward,

Millions of stars facing us,

And I'll take my place amongst the stars,

I'll stand at the sparkling shores of the Lethe,

And I'll drink from its icy waters as I look down,

And once again, I'll forget the trials of earth,

I'll see but won't perceive them,

I'll forget how it feels to live through it all,

My tears will join the Lethe's waters,

With bits of stardust sprinkled into them,

And I'll mourn the flesh that once covered my body,

I'll ask to return to earth once more,

I'll live again through the hardships,

And again only find relief,

Upon returning to the stars.

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|| A poem about death by me ||