Praise O Good God Zeus

Spell workkkk heheh

TW: MENTION OF DEATH

idk how people can hate zeus. he’s wonderful, he has been around giving me tips, and i always find myself praying to him and asking him AND themis if what i do is right, or if it goes against justice, esp when i’m thinking of doing a baneful spell. one time my friend was close to dying, and i was worried, he was one of the deities that came to me to reassure me she was going to be safe. he’s wonderful and kind, totally a lovely deity. hail zeus <3

Did I delete everything of social and make this random account? Yes I did. Hi my names ame I’m an artist sometimes, I’m a pagan witch and recovering sh. Dms will always be open

has this been done

(inspired by this post)

If you are a pagan devoted to a deity, please live.

Continue writing about them, please keep saying their names. Please keep worshiping them. If you can’t find the strength within yourself to live for yourself, please try to live for them.

I know it’s getting scary. I think it’s going to get scarier. But please, if nothing else. Live.

Thousands of years, hundreds of genocides and crusades and decimation of culture, and yet somehow my Lords still have followers. Somehow I’ve found them. Somehow these names still have meaning. Through all of us they still remain.

Despite the efforts of centuries of suppression and control, My Lord is still alive, because I am alive.

In our fringe little cults, even when we must whisper because we cannot scream.

and maybe one day we’ll be free to frolic in fields or dance in forests while we chant without fear.

but for now, just live. Please.

I hope they like this!!!

✧ ʜᴇᴄᴀᴛᴇ • ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴅᴏɢs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴄʀᴏssʀᴏᴀᴅs, & ɢʜᴏsᴛs ✧

Witches I need help interpreting a dream

I was somewhere in my town on a really tall building about to jump and someone grabbed me from behind and it felt so real and I woke up immediately I felt like it was mother or maybe I’m just being delusional LMAO WHAT DO WE THINK

Hymns created for the gods - Hekate #1

I

Under the starry sky,

I find myself at the crossroads,

The moon greets me as a friend,

With its illuminating glow,

Under that white beam I find,

An ever-blazing torch held three-fold,

With a stern gaze, soul piercing touch,

Held tight as a bright light guides the way,

Obsidian pebbles mark the path,

To where I let go and create,

And as the air fills with lavender and myrrh,

As dandelions make their way from the underworld,

As I place garlic upon the threshold,

And walk through the gates,

To which the keyholder granted me access,

Knowing I am protected.

Hail Hekate!

Hail Hekate!

Hail Hekate!