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Praise o good god Zeus

Praise to Zeus

O' mighty Zeus, divine Father of the deathless Gods and evanescent Mortals, I praise you.

Friend of Strangers and Refugees; Merciful God of the Sky. He who leads the Fates, giver of wealth and good things, and protector of our homes, I praise you.

From the fertile rain to the crackle of lightning you reign over, to the golden sword you wield, and the gentle wind you bring, I praise you, O' divine King Zeus.

Image #1: Jupiter Enthroned, Heinrich Friedrich Füger, Image #2: Statue of Zeus at Olympia, Divider by @/vibeswithrenai I don't worship or work with Zeus, so my praise might be a bit awkward. However, I've wanted to do more to honor him in my practice, and this is the first step.

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.

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

Spell workkkk heheh

I hope they like this!!!

Hymns created for the gods - Hekate #1

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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!

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?

HELP MOTHER LITERALLY PICKED A DRESS FOR ME THAT I AM INLOVE WITH .. and it was the last one. And it was my size. AND IT WAS ON CLEARANCE FROM 70 BUCKS TO 20 MOTHER IS FUCKING AWSOME

"I wield the power of the crossroads and the moon."

- Hecate, 5th century BCE

This line captures Hecate's association with crossroads and lunar magic. It would likely reflect beliefs from around the 5th century BCE, when her influence was significant in ancient Greek religion and mythology.