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??
Remember that time I said the goddesses could be anything other than women and the backlash that got?
I inhale as sage burns. The smoke wraps around me and my mind quiets. It fills me and Hecate is there.
I have never felt Artemis with a bow in my hand. I have never been so skilled. instead, I sit next to her in old trees. We listen to the air.
Aphrodite is near me when I gaze at myself in the mirror and have no hateful thoughts about my body. She swims in my bath water, happy that I am taking care of myself.
Athena is in my intense need for battle and for standing my ground. She helps me flip the pages of my books.
Hestia is there in the candles I light. She flickers and dances in the flame, illuminating my face.
Hera beckons me when I hold my tongue. She stands by as I create my own healing in the silence.
Persephone is in the smell of spring. As the rain hits the pavement and falls down on me, I am in her embrace.
Demeter watches when I must compromise and when I must smile through aches to survive.
Hestia, hear my breath as it circulates through me and as I exhale into others.
Hestia, listen to my wanderings and stumbles. Guide my feet as I try to find my way.
Hestia, Hestia, may I carry my home inside of me. Let my fire be lit by the journey’s lessons.
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.
LGBTQIA witches
Hellenic witches
Curse friendly
Feminist witches
No TERFS
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 