When I was like, 7-8 years old, I saw Nosferatu for the first time and afterwards was convinced that there was a vampire in my closet.
So Mom set a bunch of garlic cloves around the closet door and gave me a wooden branch sharpened to a point to put under my pillow. Whereupon I was fine.
And tbh I think that explains a lot about how I am now the way that I am.
around that same age I suddenly realised that the house we lived in must be built on some kind of Burial Site (might have watched too much are you afraid of the dark followed by too many archaeological shows about mummies and graveyards)
and so I was especially afraid of the ghost of the Miner who died in the mine (a very unimaginative ghost in Silesia, but all the more likely)
when I told my family, my weird uncle (a friend of the family, not actually related) told me that it’s a dumb thing to be afraid of, because if the house truly is built on a cemetery, there’s a fuckton more ghosts to be scared of than just one. logical, I assume. shook my world.
he gave me a glow-in-the-dark Virgin Mary figurine (yep) and told me no Silesian, ghost or not, would disrespect the Good Lady so I ought to keep her by my bed and I’ll be fine.
but sir, holy shit, you just told me there are a fuckton of ghosts. I know the average size of a parish graveyard, I’m not a dumb kid. you just made this far more serious.
and so I would leave, by Glowing Mary’s feet, offerings to all the hypothetical dead of the graveyard. candy, bread, beads, feathers. I gave it to Mary, too, after a good half an hour session of charging her under a lamp.
my little child mind slept better than ever, knowing that I have a fuckton of dead friends now - or at least a fuckton of dead allies against one weird Miner Man Ghost.
where was I going with this? I don’t know. time to leave some beer at my ancestral shrine, be right back.
I have had the very loud and very persistent thought of "ALL CHIHUAHUAS GO TO VALHALLA" for the past hour or so so I think Odin's drunk and yelling universal secrets again
I used to be super judgey about people who thought that the gods were meddling in their lives and challenging them, but only with like….really bullshit things.
I am on record as saying that I didn’t get why your problems are a challenge but everyone else is just…suffering for no reason? A lot of other people got fired today, you losing your job probably wasn’t Brighid sending you a message to start freelancing. The gods didn’t arrange your divorce, I said.
And then I watched the gods literally arrange my best friend’s divorce, so you know, sometimes you gotta eat your words.
While I still think some people are missing the point, I gotta admit, I was missing it too.
Now I have gods in my life bugging me about dumb shit that probably sounds so far beneath their notice to anyone else looking into the situation. But I can see how they really do need me to handle these minor, petty problems, because if I don’t, I won’t be able to deal with the bigger shit they’re trying to get me to handle.
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So yeah, I was right, in a way. It wasn’t any of my business. To the me of the past:
YOOOO, I’M THAT BITCH WHO HAD AN ARRANGED DIVORCE VIA GODLY INTERVENTION!!!!
So, it was wild. HBW and I were doing our yearly readings in August, (as one does), and I don’t remember anything else about the reading except that the Queen of Swords, The Divorced Woman, came up for December of 2015. We had a joint nervous breakdown and came to the conclusion that OBVIOUSLY there was NO WAY that card could mean what we originally thought. It was surely about the improvement of my marriage via clear communication. TOTALLY.
A little backstory. My ex-husband is an emotionally and financially abusive Sonovabitch, who withheld love as a form of punishment, woke me up at 4am to start fights, kept me from getting a job or a drivers licence, and would not let me have any kind of money except twice monthly for groceries. Any money I spent I had to expressly ask for permission to use, and even though I had many great ideas for improving our financial situation, I was shot down every time because “I didn’t have enough adult experience to handle any kind of money.” I was to stay home and care for my two kids with an insufficient diaper supply and clean house with insufficient materials.
2015 was a rough year for us. On Jan, 2nd, 2015, I caught him on a hookup site trying to arrange a literal orgy at a local hotel. To attempt to remedy the situation, I asked him to allow us to open our marriage so that he could be allowed to explore openly and safely, and I would be allowed the same privileges. He lied to me and said it was a good idea.
I very innocently started dating a man I knew (seriously, we only kissed a couple times and texted, along with some very cheap dates, which my boyfriend payed for). While my ex-husband told me he was perfectly fine with it, and I tried to talk with him many times to make sure we were all good, he was secretly festering inside. Sometime around July 4th, 2015, he woke me up in the middle of the night, screaming that he was going to throw me in the car and drop me off at Boyfriends house, that I was a whore, and I deserved to be homeless, etc. etc.
I very quickly broke up with my boyfriend and somehow managed to soothe the savage beast that is me Ex-husband, but it was never the same.
As you might imagine, I suffered A LOT spiritually and emotionally in 2015.
I’ve always been an extremely spiritual person, and am close with my favorite deity. I’m clairaudient, and we speak somewhat often. Odin and I kind of have a thing. He tells me to do something with my life, I tell him no, my life goes to shit, I do the thing, and my shit gets better. I firmly believe that tarot reading was Odin’s way of trying to warn me of what was to come, and as I always do, I closed my eyes and ears, and told him no.
The day after Christmas 2015, my ex-husband had his sister and mother invade my house to clean. I’m EXTREMELY protective of my home, and uninvited, unannounced guests FREAK ME THE FUCK OUT. He knew this. I was crippled with anxiety. I had some inkling of what was coming, so i quietly locked myself and the children in the bedroom and packed all of my clothes and the children's clothes into two wal mart totes. You know, the big-ass, brightly colored, plastic totes.
December 29th, 2015, THE DAY BEFORE OUR 5TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY, My ex-husband sent my children to spend the night with his mother and sister WITHOUT TELLING ME, and told me he wanted me out in 72 hours.
Life as a single mother has been so tough for me. My children and I live in poverty, but we persist. I make sure no matter what, they never go without. But most importantly, WE ARE HAPPY. WE ARE FREE. I live my life as I see fit and there’s no one on earth who can stop me. (Most of the time, more on this later.)
In January 2016, I came very close to committing suicide, because my ex-husband had fucked with my mind so much, I thought I was going to lose my children, or, on what seemed like the very unlikely chance that I did receive custody, I was a useless piece of shit who could not survive as an adult, and I would quickly lose custody of my children. I won custody of my children in February of 2016. By March 2016, I had a job. By June 2016, I had my own place to live. I believe my brother, who is dead, saved my life the morning I meant to kill myself.
I believe my Gods arranged my divorce, and I am so happy for it. My ex-husband made me believe I was weak and useless. My divorced showed my that I am stronger than I even know, and pretty damn handy when I need to be.
Now, here’s where we come to the present. Or, recent past up to the present. In June of 2018, my apartment complex chose not to renew my lease. Most of you probably know that it costs a hell of a lot more to acquire an apartment than just one months rent. I was forced to move in with my parents, who are narcissistic and emotionally abusive themselves. Last month, my own father called me at 8 ‘o clock in the morning and called me a bitch 16 times in 4 minutes and 55 seconds. I have the recordings to prove it. That’s just one example of the innumerable indignities I have suffered at the hands of my parents, and I NEED TO GET OUT. I need my children out.
In December 2018, I briefly fled my parents house, due to my dad coming at me with his voice and fists raised. I thought he was going to beat the hell out of me, and my kids were in the room watching. While I stayed with my friend for 2 days, I made a gofundme. Due to circumstances, I was unable to stay with my friend and my children and I are back in my parents home. Please help us get out, so we can live our lives happily and free again. My parents are uber-Christians, and if they knew I’m a pagan they would kick me and my children out on the street without a second thought. Because the gofundme was made back in December, the information on the site is a little out of date, but the need is still there. If there’s anything you can contribute to help me and my children out of an extremely emotionally abusive situation, please help. Even just $5, $10, or $15 would help. I”m doing absolutely everything I can on my end, I just need a little bit of help.
So, that’s my story, and I hope it was as riveting as you all hoped it would be. Below is linked my gofundme. Thanks for reading, and possibly donating. I hope your Gods bless you as richly as mine have blessed me.
Do you have any suggestions or tips for a Hellenic Polytheist who wants to veil like they did in ancient Greece?
This wouldn’t be the appropriate blog to ask about pagan or any other non-Catholic/Christian practices. Some of my pagan followers would be happy to answer, if they don’t mind.
Ay yo fam! Pagan who veils here! I did a quick search and here are some of the links I found:
First, a quick tumblr search showed a number of Tumblr-ites who happen to fit your criteria: https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/hellenic-veiling
Here’s a post from Bearing The Aegis (I like this site, I think it’s a good one, but also please keep in mind that I’m not Hellenic and haven’t been for quite some time): http://baringtheaegis.blogspot.com/2014/09/on-practice-of-veiling.html
I don’t personally use amino, but here’s a chatroom for you: https://aminoapps.com/c/hellenistic-polytheism/page/blog/traditional-practices-veiling/eL7V_RBU3ubxmvKW6nY0q5ZgMGwYGGP1WV
What’s this? A Tumblog dedicated to the specific process? Neat!: http://hellenic-veiling.tumblr.com/
Looks like @pomegraniteandivy can help you with this cool practice: http://pomegranateandivy.tumblr.com/veiling
And here’s one more link because veiling is cool as hell: http://hellenismosis.tumblr.com/post/153079113473/hellenic-veiling-about-it-and-how-and-why-i
I hope this info finds it’s way to you, Anon, and I hope I was able to help you on your journey, because you can trust and believe that it took me YEARS to come to where I am now.
Do you have any suggestions or tips for a Hellenic Polytheist who wants to veil like they did in ancient Greece?
This wouldn’t be the appropriate blog to ask about pagan or any other non-Catholic/Christian practices. Some of my pagan followers would be happy to answer, if they don’t mind.
Ay yo fam! Pagan who veils here! I did a quick search and here are some of the links I found:
First, a quick tumblr search showed a number of Tumblr-ites who happen to fit your criteria: https://www.tumblr.com/tagged/hellenic-veiling
Here’s a post from Bearing The Aegis (I like this site, I think it’s a good one, but also please keep in mind that I’m not Hellenic and haven't been for quite some time): http://baringtheaegis.blogspot.com/2014/09/on-practice-of-veiling.html
I don’t personally use amino, but here’s a chatroom for you: https://aminoapps.com/c/hellenistic-polytheism/page/blog/traditional-practices-veiling/eL7V_RBU3ubxmvKW6nY0q5ZgMGwYGGP1WV
What’s this? A Tumblog dedicated to the specific process? Neat!: http://hellenic-veiling.tumblr.com/
Looks like @pomegraniteandivy can help you with this cool practice: http://pomegranateandivy.tumblr.com/veiling
And here’s one more link because veiling is cool as hell: http://hellenismosis.tumblr.com/post/153079113473/hellenic-veiling-about-it-and-how-and-why-i
I hope this info finds it’s way to you, Anon, and I hope I was able to help you on your journey, because you can trust and believe that it took me YEARS to come to where I am now.
Just think of the god you want to communicate with to get their attention. Think anything towards them and that’s it, you have spoken to a god.(Some people prefer speaking out loud so they can be in better control of what they are saying to that god. I do this on specific days when my ADHD is particularly bad.)
Getting a reply is a little trickier:
Before I list all the ways I communicate with the gods, I just want to be clear on the fact that it took me years to recognize signs, symbols and energy of the gods who were talking to me. It took me a lot of energy work, practice and trust.
There is a video by the amazing @thepastelpriestess that talks about god communication and the tumblr problem of expecting an immediate clear sign from the gods (LINK)
From a personal point of view, the gods are not clear. It takes me a combination of the methods listed below to piece together the full message. Gods aren’t loud or obvious. Their messages will sometimes look like a beautiful day or a tastier meal. Here is a great post by @stygiantarot that encompasses this (LINK)
When I was starting off, I was NOT able to hear, see or feel the gods for years. Ares was the ancient spartan soldier I had befriended as a little kid but I thought I had just made him up. I don’t count this because as soon as I started questioning the existence of Santa Clause, I began to lose communication with Ares as well. I lost all contact with him after learning he was the god of war and refusing to be with him when I was first learning about Wicca a little after turning 12 (I no longer do Wicca). My connection with the gods has never been the same and is still not as clear as when I was little. A lot of witches wonder why they were more in tune when they were children versus now originally posted by @left-hand-path-notes (LINK).
Its normal to not be able to feel the gods, you are learning to sense them and their preferred methods of communication! This is going to take time, maybe even years but don’t get discouraged: You wouldn’t be upset with yourself for not knowing EVERY single thing about a person you just met right? The gods are the same, you are getting to know them.
The number one thing people want is direct communication and direct answers with the gods. They focus so much on this that they ignore every other method the gods might be using to communicate with them.
There are SOooooo many ways the gods reply.
I combine all of these methods to get an overall feel of what the god is telling me.
-Sudden thought: Physically hearing a god is SO RARE! (I have yet to experience this for myself). You could suddenly get a mental thought that may or may not sound like your inner voice, but the message falls in line with what you need.
Many people don’t like this method because they don’t trust their mind. They think their brain is playing tricks on them. This gets trickier when the person is a perfectionist, suffers from anxiety, depression or anything else that makes them question their thoughts. This is when faith comes into play because the truth is, there is no sure way to know if it’s the god or not, you just have to trust it is.
Example:
Me *thinks*: “Apollo, I’m bored.” Immediate thought reply: Practice drawing. (Note: sometimes it’s not as instant and comes later)
WARNING!!!: If the thoughts are emotionally abusive, it is NOT a god. The Gods are immortal and know your time here is VERY limited. They would never waste your time by pointlessly tormenting you. They have been around for thousands of years and have seen much much worst. The messages they give might be strict but they are always constructive and loving. If the perceived negative comment does not leave you with room for growth (for example “You are still learning” VS “You are so stupid”) that is not a god talking, it is a pre-recorded trauma from your past messing with your head.
-Mental Images/Inspired Action: Sometimes gods don’t use words and rely on images instead. Or the desire to take physical action. The gods use this method on me a lot more because I am more of a visual and action oriented person. Our interaction may look a little something like this:
Example: Me: Apollo, I’m bored. *Gets a mental image of myself drawing or gets sudden urge to draw.*
-Signs: Signs are the reason I always recommend people research and take in anything and everything that has to do with that god. Their favorite color, their favorite gods (the ones they bond with the most) their mythical children, their legends, etc. Don’t rely solely on the basic knowledge everyone knows about that god because they may be sending you things that are more specific than their basic info.
The gods will also use regular signs that pull you in. Signs you may have never really payed attention to but suddenly jumps out at you.
Example: This happened to me earlier this year. I was thinking about a project I had promised the gods that is near and dear to my heart. This project was time consuming and while the gods are excited, I worried I wouldn’t finish it in time. I considered just dropping it until a sign stopped me in it my tracks. It read: “If not you, who?” I felt like that sign had been placed there specifically for me even though I had passed by it every day without paying too much attention to it.
-Coincidences/Synchronicity: Sometimes its a string of “coincidences.” A word every person you keep bumping into is saying or something you didn’t notice before and see everywhere now. Things that create a domino effect with one action.
Example: When I first started talking to my significant other, a butterfly would pass by them EVERY time we were on the phone. These weren’t always real butterflies, sometimes they were pictures on the wall, tattoos or a word that would pop out of nowhere, but they caught my S.O’s attention. They would tell me about them without realizing I had a psychic reading telling me to “follow the butterflies” to find my soulmate.
-Other people: Some of the ways the gods will talk to me is through other people. I will suddenly feel like calling my spouse and they’ll be like “you should draw.” Sometimes I will bump into a stranger who repeats things my gods has previously said. There have been Tumblr users on here who have made me cry without realizing how much I needed to read the beautiful messages they had sent me. Messages that sound exactly the same way the gods usually speak to me. Or a show whose character gives an inspiring speech I needed to hear. The divine is everywhere.
-Feelings/Tastes/Smells: Sometimes it’s a nagging feeling, a sudden craving or a sensation. Getting a sense of what they are telling you or feeling like you are being hugged. I will feel tingles randomly happen combined with a mental image of the god. I have a specific perfume on Aphrodite’s altar that I will smell when I am out in public wearing a different perfume. Sometimes the taste of honey appears on my palate and know a god is trying to get my attention.
-Tarot/Pendulum, etc: These methods are the most popular because they take the frustration out of guessing.The methods above require faith and trust but tarot, pendulums, etc. cut to the chase and give information that is easier to understand. These methods also help you get used to identifying the energy of the god you are contacting. I recommend them for people who are just starting a new relationship with a god. You can buy a deck for under $10-11 (LINK) or you can make your own deck from scratch (even just by cutting 78 pieces of paper and labeling them).
me as a 12 year old: yeah, women are just objectively more beautiful. like its just true. women are always more attractive than men, thems the facs. it is nature, god’s will, if you may. i am heterosexual.
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