#divinelydevoted

[ophaninn]

paleness does NOT equal divinity.

[chosen-courier-blog]

everything and everyone exists to be beautiful and pleasing to Them, and everything and everyone inherently fulfills their role

[ichorandhoney-blog]

hey, I was wondering If I was welcome in the prophet community, or if there’s a specific other tag for people like me?

So I get premonitions, omens, and prophetic dreams, although they’re typically pretty small scale. However, I don’t speak for a specific god like I think prophets typically do.

Am I still welcome, or should i stay in the actuallydivine tag? Thank you.

obligatory question mark?

[solsilvae]

how it feels when you are close to the divine, summarized:

every muscle that you are currently aware of becomes tense, the shoulders and neck and forearms bearing most of the burden. you are tempered steel and can be thrown to the ground like a marble statue of old. your head is not filled with cotton, but glass fleece, and you are hyperaware of any thoughts, because you can suddenly tell the difference between your own and others. it feels as though your nose will bleed. it feels as though you will spontaneously start crying. a headache sets it and you say, “it hurts, please stay but it hurts.” some parts of your skin feel hot, like you’re being touched, it travels across your body and you can almost really feel it. the ringing in the background, omnipresent but rarely noticed, gets louder.

[vatespluviae]

it’s a bit like static. like ringing in your ears. like whispers, omnipresent and enduring, but just beyond your range of hearing. always on the edge of meaning, of understanding, without ever crossing that threshold.

it’s catching the edges of a radio signal that was never meant for you, crackling and fuzzy and never quite clear, but audible. still audible, if you’re careful, if you’re quiet.

it’s a song, a repeating undertone to all your thoughts, ringing out note by note boy note. you catch yourself humming absently along as words you don’t know fill your mind.

it’s painful, because you were never meant for this, and the strain of bending to hear, to listen, to know pulls and twists your battered body and mind out of shape. never once do you think to stop, to hesitate, to look back.

because there is no going back, not once you’ve heard it, not once you’ve recognized it for what it is.

for who can turn their back on the voice of a God?

[ophaninn]

mourn, my children. mourn. your tears are honey on her tongue

[ophaninn]

Hello, I am a Christian-based prophet with Celtic and Hellenistic pagan influences. While I’m not yet sure the nature of the relationship I have heavy connections to ophanim and similar angels. I’d love to meet more in the divine community.

Please like, reblog, or comment on this post if you:

are divine

are divinekin

are a prophet

[ophaninn]

and the authority of the heretic will lead you yet