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.
Morning devotions.
Kinda forgot about this page
✧ ʜᴇᴄᴀᴛᴇ • ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴅᴏɢs, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴄʀᴏssʀᴏᴀᴅs, & ɢʜᴏsᴛs ✧
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
I hope they like this!!!
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
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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!
ive been thinking about this a lot
Hail mother Hecate
sometime i be wishing that i wanna die but i’m scared to know what’s on the other side, an eternity without a camera in my hand with some rolls of film?