So I had a dream about serving and being friends with a god (which was odd because I don’t currently chill with any gods who are seen as men. I’ve only really felt comfortable with goddesses).
I remember him being the god of mars, so I’m assuming it was Ares?
He also talked about the god of mercury being sad, at least in the dream. So that would be Hermes.
It came to an end with them telling me that this dream wasn’t real and that I had to go back.
Anybody have any ideas about this??
Athena,
Guide my mind into the open flames of change. Allow my old leaves to float away from my open hands.
Artemis,
Show me my way into the wilderness of thought, into the abysmal green lands that frighten. Let your creatures walk with me.
Aphrodite,
My soul searches for me, the body it carries is lost in an ocean of doubt. Wash my self-hatred from my throat.
Hera,
Butterfly wings pull me up into the evergreen trees, because you are a believer in hearts overcoming themselves.
Persephone,
Darkness isn’t always a terror, a rotten thing. It binds and comforts, allows for introspection. Grow signs along my path.
Demeter,
She knows I walk the path of the unmade. I have much to do, but I am not broken.
Hecate,
The wisp of wind exhales from my lips as newness is drawn into me. Love me through my transformation.
Hestia,
Watch as I stumble into a new welcoming place. The walk is uncomfortable, but you are holding my hand.
The goddesses are ever-changing and fluid. Why would they be constrained by a binary gender?
I come to my goddesses, I
say: “How do I speak when I have no tongue, no language?”
They look at each other.
Each has had their tongues cut out before, but they grew back. Sharper, growing
flowers. Each had to make up their own
language. Gurgles and grunts, song and silence. What do they say to the young
being that fears?
Scream.
Water Witches 