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Dionysus Is My Dude

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Hellenic Paganism Blog with a focus on Dionysus. Plus my life's drama. 26y

ha ha, when you disappear from tumblr for months and then suddenly show back up. no real reason i had a hiatus. i just didn't feel like being on the site for a while. i've realized there's not much here for me on this platform as i grow older, out of my anime obsession and my teenage years. i'm more focused on my hobbies and work instead of blogging about my life and the Theoi. really, i'm not religious these days, nor do i really do any spells or rituals. i do wonder if i'll get back into my craft when i eventually move into my own apartment, where i have that privacy to do whatever i want. but that's still far down the line. money is idiotic and such an issue for me, especially with my hours being cut down despite us being ten times busier. it's a lot.

so this blog may have no more personal posts, and instead be a catch-all for witchblr reblogs whenever i decide to come and spend time on here. i'm just not a big social media person. i have a twitter and never tweet anything myself. i have facebook and only post about my plants. like, i feel uncomfortable with social media, even though i know i'm nobody special and don't have to worry about being "cancelled" or anything. i just like doing things for myself. i know it's not healthy for me to have no social life and my only friend is a penpal -If you're reading this, I'm sending you a letter today!- but I don't know how to have adult friendships. I mean, I understand they require lots of work, but that just feels like too much for me. when I exchange numbers with someone and tell them they can text me anytime, they never do. so i feel clingy if i message first and it's just really uncomfortable. object permanence is a major issue with people as someone with adhd. if i don't see you a lot, then i often forget about you. it's a thing!

anyway, i never meant for this blog to gain major popularity or make me "tumblr famous" or whatever, but thank you for all of you who followed me and felt comforted by the posts I made. i wish you all the best. merry meet and merry part.

am i going to bust out my handheld camera to take pics of my plants 'cause my phone camera is crap?

yes

The Seed. a tarot spread for ostara.

1. The Soil.

Where have you grown? While it most certainly is the dawn of a new day, keep in mind your roots are proof that you have already come a long way. The soil is your past. What lesson can you learn from days gone by?

2. The Weed.

You wish to flourish and grow strong, but there is undoubtedly something that is stunting your progress. What are your obstacles, what’s holding you back?

3. The Seed.

Within your immediate future, which area of your life will you first see signs of growth? Which seed has taken hold?

4. The Sun.

The love and support of others is helpful. But the will to grow comes from within. Let the sun be a reminder of what you need to keep in mind in order to help yourself grow.

5. The Rain.

A blessing in disguise. Understand that not all things are always as they seem. Grey skies can sometimes bring you down, but like the sun, rain too is necessary. Through struggle, you will find strength. What blessing in disguise is upon your horizon?

Ghost? Or hallucination?

So we all know I suffer from psychosis. I'm one step down from having full-blown schizophrenia and may go on to develop it in the future. Anyway, for a very long time, I've been both fascinated and frightened by the paranormal. I used to watch any and every paranormal scary movie I could get my hands on, even horror anime. Then, when I was thirteen, my friends and I had a sleepover and decided to make a homemade ouija board and play around with it. One of my friends suddenly became "possessed" by the spirit of another teenage girl who supposedly died in my room and was buried underneath it.

It was all fun and games. You know, young, naive teenagers doing spooky things because that's what girls DO. To this day, I'm not sure if my friend was really possessed or just fucking around for attention. Another of my friends acted like she was possessed by the same girl, but was a lot more sinister about it, threatening me with scissors to the point I called my mom to take my home.

Now, they both could've been messing with me. Everybody knew I was the most naive and emotionally vulnerable of our friend group. So it would make sense that they would play around being possessed in a way to mess with me. But there's always the possibility that it was all real, and that whatever really did possess them was definitely not a teenage girl who was buried under my bedroom. My friends were never quite the same after that, and we quickly stopped being friends.

I'm very certain I've had ghostly encounters before. I used to volunteer as a scare actor in a haunted house that was run out of a gigantic old factory that was notoriously haunted. One day, while walking past the clown room -in broad daylight as we built the place during the day- the swing in that room was just swinging. Nice and slow. There was no breeze able to get into that room, nor was there anyone who was in the room or in any of the adjacent rooms. The swing was just moving. I had a lot of moments where I just felt like I was being watched while in the maze or cleaning up areas outside of it. But the one REAL experience I had was when I was walking down a hallway that was lined with tarp. I was walking fast to get out of the maze so I could retrieve something from the green room, and right by my head, something punched through the tarp on the other side. I called out, but no one answered. It was RIGHT at my head. It was aiming for my HEAD. More than being scared, I was PISSED. I'd done nothing to those spirits and I did my best to respect them and they ATTACKED me!

I've had other experiences, of sensing presences and hearing footsteps up and down hallways, but I haven't had an experience that eventful since I was a teenager. I went to Salem, Massachusetts several years ago, a place I've always wanted to visit, and I don't know if I felt overwhelmed by how many tourists there were, or if I was sensing other presences. I walked around the old graveyard, I walked the Witch Trials memorial. I didn't go inside the Witch House, but I'm very certain I would have been extremely paranoid.

Last night, I binged a bunch of "ghosts caught on camera" compilations. And I started sensing something behind me. But, the difference between myself as a teenager and myself today is that I know I suffer from paranoid psychosis, and I know that my antipsychotics help me. I did NOT take my antipsychotic yesterday, and then I binged scary videos. It's most likely that I was just "sensing" things due to my paranoia. It's also likely that someone was in the room with me and I just sensed them. My house is not haunted. I've lived in this house off and on my entire life and have never really had an experience. I know that, sometimes, spirits can just drift in and out of places, or get attracted to certain people. I wouldn't be surprised if I draw in spirits. I've been told I have a very light, warm aura. Sometimes, I think that means I attract living people with serious emotional baggage who feed off my kindness like a vampire. It wouldn't surprise me if I attract spirits seeking light and warmth as well.

Or, is it all just my psychosis? Is it all just my paranoia? Is it delusional of me to think I attract spirits? Besides that punch towards my face, I haven't been attacked. But I always worry that, one day, something will try again. I got a protective rune tattooed behind my ear in the hopes of protecting myself from negative energies. I used to study the paranormal, mostly for fun, and then to prepare myself should anything happen. I've read that negative energies seek to break down more positive people. And I've also read that spirits seeking help will locate people who they feel can help. But, I don't feel comfortable communing with spirits at all. I haven't messed with a ouija board since I was that young teenager. I don't address any presence. I didn't even say anything to that spirit who tried to punch me. However positive and attractive my energy may be, I'm just not the kind of person who WANTS to interact with spirits. I don't want to see or hear anything. I don't want to be touched. I don't want anything to do with spirits, not even if they were my own ancestors. I am TERRIFIED. I believe that spirits sense that when I sense THEM, and that's why they just leave me alone. (The normal ones at least.)

I want to move out into my first apartment by this time next year. I know that I'll ask the owner about any ghostly complaints before I rent the place, and I'll properly cleanse it before I move in. But I still worry. I still feel like a very vulnerable person, and I fear that negative entities will take advantage of that.

Proskynesis

Proskynesis is something that I don't often see people talk about within the Hellenic polytheist community. Even when it happens to be a topic of discussion, there's usually plenty of confusion surrounding it.

Let's talk about it!

What is it?

The information we have on it nowadays is somewhat limited and the resources talking about Ancient Greece often mention it solely in the context of Alexander The Great and the Persians, so it's no wonder proskynesis might seem quite mysterious to some when it comes to Hellenic Polytheism nowadays.

But what on Gaia's loving Earth even is "proskynesis"?

Proskynesis [προσκύνησις] - the meaning may vary and has been discussed by classicists for quite some time; some imply it's an act of kneeling but if we look at the etymology of the word, it indicates an act of kissing or hand-kissing. It could literally mean something like "I kiss towards" or "I blow a kiss". Lucian also connects the gesture with "a kiss thrown with the hand". Proskynesis is also often acquainted with the Roman adorare.

However, given the variety of forms, the word appeared in ancient texts, we can safely assume that it was not used consistently to describe a single specific gesture or action.

The custom was primarily associated with Persia and the Greek ideas of Persian behaviour. It was regarded as an old, traditional act of prostration and a gesture of supplication performed before a person of a higher rank. Plenty of accounts frequently refer to this action as being performed before a king.

Overall, although the narrow meaning of the word might be "to blow a kiss", it can be seen to be used in a slightly looser sense to mean "to greet in the Persian style", and thus to include within its range of possible meanings "to prostrate oneself".

The Greeks did not perform proskynesis towards any people, as they believed one should not proskynesis to any "human master". Some accounts also imply the action was considered to be solely "reserved for the gods". Performing proskynesis in this way might've been considered quite ludicrous in Ancient Greece.

We can also see it appear in several tragedies, comedies, dialogues and historical accounts with several different meanings:

Meaning: supplication/prostration

  • The word appears in Wasps, where Aristophanes indicates that to prostrate oneself before another human being is not to blaspheme but "to show oneself a slave".
  • Herodotos mentions two Spartan hostages refusing to perform proskynesis before king Xerxes. as it's not their custom to proskynesis before men. Xenophon later references this passage and although the Spartans in Herodotos' Histories make no mention of the gods (Xenophon does), it is clear that in both passages the contrast being drawn is between the freedom of the Greeks and the enslavement of the subjects of the Persian King.

Meaning: religious/cult (kiss)

  • Lucian describing the death of Demotenes says that the orator was in the temple of Poseidon accompanied by a guardian who was supposed to bring him alive to King Antipater. While pretending to perform proskynesis to the god he took poison "without arousing suspicion of the guardian for lifting his hand to his mouth".
  • Plato in Republic uses the word to describe appropriate behaviour towards the graves of heroes and in Laws, he references the Greeks and "Barbarians" performing proskynesis at the rising and setting of the sun.

Meaning: referring to places (in this case, it could've been kissing the earth when coming back after a period of absence)

  • In Oedipus Coloneus, Theseus is described as "doing proskynesis to the earth and to Olympus of the gods at the same time"
  • In Sophocles' Philoctetes, Philoctetes himself talks about doing proskynesis to his home on the island of Lemnos.

Meaning: referring to other customs (kiss)

  • In Prometheus Bound, the chorus suggests that wise men proskynesis before Adrasteia [epithet of Nemesis meaning "unavoidable (punishment)"]. The custom was mentioned in a couple other texts. It was done for deprecating the wrath of the goddess or the vengeance of the god for "indiscreet words".
  • Proskynesis might've been performed after sneezing since a sneeze was often considered a divine omen (see more about this here). Xenophon describes how he himself had made a short speech and "just as he said it someone sneezed, and the soldiers on a single impulse did proskynesis to the god."

To sum it up: in a more general sense, proskynesis could be regarded as a solemn gesture of respect that could've been used in the context of worshipping gods, reverencing sacred objects and places (at least in Greece).

What's the deal with Alexander The Great?

Without getting into too much detail, Alexander the Great proposed this practice during his lifetime in adapting to the local customs of Persian areas that he conquered, but it was not accepted by his Greek companions. In Alexander's case, it was the prostration type of proskynesis. It's also thought to have been connected with his desire to be recognized as the son of Ammon/Zeus. Most of his men could cope with Alexander's Persian interests but honouring the ruler as if he was a god went a bit too far for them. Eventually, Alexander did not insist on the practice, though.

How to perform proskynesis in worship?

It's not too common nowadays, to my knowledge and we don't even know for sure how common this practice was in ancient times but I think it's something worth looking into and possibly incorporating into one's practice if desired.

The easiest ways to perform proskynesis (kiss type!!) in day-to-day worship:

  • when walking by or approaching a statue/image of the god
  • in a way to greet the god
  • at the sun (Helios) or the moon (Selene)
  • towards the sky (for Ouranic Gods)
  • towards the sea/some body of water (for the Sea Gods)
  • towards the earth (for Chthonic Gods)

Those are only some of my suggestions. I personally do use it in my practice and think it's a nice, low-effort way to honour Theoi on daily basis!

Sources:

  • B. M. Marti, Proskynesis and Adorare
  • Herodotos, Histories
  • L. R. Taylor, The 'Proskynesis' and the Hellenistic Ruler Cult
  • H. Bowden, ON KISSING AND MAKING UP

we all really looked at Dionysus, God of drunken debauchery and insanity, and went "that dude is SUCH a wife guy. this man would give Ariadne the mother fucking stars. he. is. so. in. love. how wholesome of him. <3" And like I dont even mean just us in modern depictions. Like in their mythology. He gave her a crown made out of stars. He literally gave her the stars.

Dionysus: (◡‿◡🍇) here is your local god of confronting madness with substances that alter brain chemistry reminding you to take your meds 💜💜

Dionysus: (◡‿◡🍇) you hold infinite love and infinite capability to be loved, don't be afraid of it💜💜💜

Dionysus: (◡‿◡🍇) you are mine and are worthy of it 💜💜💜

Also Dionysus, about two seconds later:

(ʘ‿ʘ🍇)

aren't you tired of being nice???? Don't you want to just go apeshit?????? wouldn't it be nice to just go absofuckinlutely batshit feral and tear into those who oppress your world???

the dionysian principle, aesthetic

the orion experience / elaine de kooning, bacchus #81 / anne carson / lawrence alma-tadema, the roses of heliogabalus / ernest bieler, autumn and wine / donna tartt / maurice denis, bacchanalia / via @nobody-is-typing / lovis corinth, ariadne of nexos / franz von stuck, dancers

yoooooo, this week is all about the Festival of Dionysia so let's PARTY!! Nah, i don't have any friends to hang out with, so i'll just be at home, watching musicals and singing and dancing around while I clean up for spring. i spent friday and sunday cleaning and my rooms look so much better and smell better.

i also got 6, count 'em, SIX new plants, including a sword fern, English ivy, four succulents, and a Venus flytrap. i have an app that tells me when to water them, feed them, and repot them, so i've actually kept my two previous plants alive for a WHILE, which is fantastic! it's called Planta if you guys wanna know. you take pictures of your plants and name them, and the app does all the work of telling you when to care for them based on things like pot size, distance from window/sunlight, and the size of your plant once it's in your care. i highly recommend it. i think it's free too? i can't remember paying for it, but i so would with how nice it is.

i just looked at my test results from my fragile x syndrome lab, and it's negative. so i continue on my journey to figure out everything that's wrong with me and why. i really thought i was onto something with the fragile x, it really did explain absolutely everything i've struggled with. i'm now gonna start looking into issues caused by the mother smoking, 'cause my mom was a smoker all the way up until i was like, seven. i don't know. maybe narcolepsy. that would explain several things, too. i don't know. i just don't know. this is like my obsession, my special interest. i don't know.

woke up late, with chills, nausea, and super weak legs. I can't stand for very long, and walking is a bit hard, so i called in to work, 'cause you can't really work in a pharmacy all day if you can barely stand, let alone walk. and i think i'm getting a fever, too. hooray. today is a day for Apollo, according to the hellenic calendar, so i'll be praying today to feel better. not up for a formal ritual, though i'm sure Apollo will understand. i just feel crappy. i'm pretty sure it's partly due to how much i walked around yesterday, and my period. btw, have any of you with more eco-friendly mindsets tried reusable pads? they're awesome!

conflicted feelings about Loki. so obviously i didn't care much for the Norse pantheon until the Marvel Cinematic Universe came into being and suddenly everyone (including me) is obsessed with Loki. and yeah, I was writing self-insert fanfiction from a very young age and wrote a bunch of stuff about being MCU Loki's friend and subsequent lover and all that, yada yada yada.

But as i've grown older and i'm growing more confident in my lesbianism, my love for the MCU Loki has shifted from romantic/sexual love to a more maternal love. these days, in my MCU self-insert fanfiction, i've created a character that literally is Mother Earth. she was created from irradiated plants and microorganisms way back when there were still dinosaurs and stuff. an old Asgardian king discovers her and they fall in love and have the first "humans" together. so she really is the Allmother of Earth, essentially. and in her arc, i've written that she was there when Laufey and the other Jotuns attacked Earth back over a thousand years ago, and Laufey took a special liking to her, kidnapped her, and impregnated her. she eventually gave birth to a little blue baby boy -you see where i'm going with this? but he was taken from her and you know the rest.

so skip forward in time and she thinks her son was killed a long time ago. then Thor is banished to Earth and she gets to meet her distant grandson and catch up on things on Asgard since Odin stopped visiting after the war -no doubt out of guilt that he never rescued her when she was kidnapped and held captive. but she doesn't learn that Loki is her long-lost son until Loki's invasion, and she makes it her mission to get her son back, no matter what Odin says. in my stories, i write that Odin uses magic to regress Loki back to a baby so the Allmother can raise him as she was always meant to.

so, I get conflicted feelings when thinking about the ACTUAL god Loki. because i've shaped the name around the MCU character and i struggle to separate the two. i've had dreams where Loki comes to me -and one time he had sex with me which made me wake up even MORE confused, but I don't know how to feel about the real him.

those of you who work with Loki, how do you separate the character and the real god?

Hestia

Goddess of the hearth, home, sacrificial flame, hospitality, and the eternal warmth within us all
"Hestia, in the high dwellings of all, both deathless gods and men who walk on earth, you have gained an everlasting abode and highest honor: glorious is your portion and your right. For without you mortals hold no banquet, —where one does not duly pour sweet wine in offering to Hestia both first and last. And you, Slayer of Argus, Son of Zeus and Maia, messenger of the blessed gods, bearer of the golden rod, giver of good, be favorable and help us, you and Hestia, the worshipful and dear. Come and dwell in this glorious house in friendship together; for you two, well knowing the noble actions of men, aid on their wisdom and their strength. Hail, Daughter of Cronos, and you also, Hermes, bearer of the golden rod!"