alter offerings

Personal Offerings for Dionysus (Hellenic):

-Glitter has been well received.

-What many would denounce as “Gay” drinks, go over very well with. Cherry Mike’s Hard and flavored Smirnoff Ices

-Have encountered zero problems with drinking and eating any food offerings

-Craft foliage, from a place such as Michael’s, works nicely for an altar decoration

Monster


i left at your alter
an offering of words
each one an intricate
melody to be heard
these little bits of paper
my simple offering
it was all i had
and everything i could bring
surrendering words
i breathed my essence
inhaling all
you left me bare without defence
within your hazel eyes
I drowned my fears
while in your chalice
you collected my tears
both pure and humble
was my devotion
completely prepared
to set our love in motion
you claimed this mind
this body
and this soul
submitting it all
i relinquished control
yet in an instant
this dream you devoured
your words unleashed
turning sweet to sour
drank my tears
from the chalice that did remain
and with a vicious roar
you consumed my pain
in your eyes there was fire
i did not recognize
my spirit smouldering
in flames you baptized
with each drunken truth
your sober lies reveal
unleashing this monster
you tried to conceal

Brie
Photo credit to Alex Stoddard

November 29, 2016
   
My dearest Melody,
   
Please forgive the negative tone predominating my last letter. One would think by now I had learned to discern the difference between rational and irrational presumptions. I suppose I haven’t. The darkness of mind reveals itself in the most cynical application of logic, clouding our judgment in the process of labeling truths and theses. Still, it intrigues me how both our memories and preconceptions of the future ultimately share the same trait: surreality. It’s hard to stay aware of this and not get locked up in one’s own mind frames, which will always be subject to the whims of fleeting emotional states of being. The mind is a wondrous thing; a powerful tool of conjuration and alteration. Realizing this should offer some sort of mental liberty, a particular brand of freedom I have always so desperately sought to obtain. With varied results, evidently. I am still learning. I have to actively remind myself that which is truth doesn’t necessarily have to be logical. An interesting concept, now I think of it. Wouldn’t that be the most accurate description of a miracle? That which defies logic, or a logical outcome. Surely, in that case love would be the greatest miracle of all. A comforting thought. I do believe it is, dear Melody, and I am certain you do to. You were always remarkably attracted to the against-all-odds-scenario, perhaps it was because you were waiting for your own miracle. Yet, I wonder if you would ever be able to conceive the truth of your own miracle; that in fact you are a miracle? Though I do very much appreciate your humble nature, I do fear you are selling yourself short from time to time. So let me state it clearly: you are my miracle. For what doom awaits the perpetually tormented, hearing the creaking of his dungeon’s lock on the day of execution? Certainly it cannot be freedom, joy, and love. That would be all too much. At the very least it would be highly illogical. Yet that is what you have given me. It is but a metaphor, but words can hardly convey how much you mean to me; how truly remarkable you are. And yes, I know for some life-saving is a daily occupation; I’ve always held nurses, doctors, firemen, and anyone who would dedicate their life to saving people in high regard, but what could possibly be greater than saving a life through the sheer power of love? So please, never let anyone make you feel anything less than a miracle. Though some would conceive such a feat only to be reserved for a deity, opting to define any miracle as an act of God. You are more. At least, you are more to me. After all, it is life which makes existence miraculous. It is us! We are the wildflowers growing through the cracks in concrete; we are the puppy adopted on the day of humane euthanasia, bringing joy to the hearts of a family struggling to stay together, making them realize how much they love each other; we are the falling leaf causing ripples in the pond, startling the fish into fleeing before the heron even contemplated the decision to land on its edges. We are shifting shapes of chaos, with the added aspect of altering reality by our choices, which will always be subject to the whims of our emotions. Life is an accumulation of uncertain factors –  Then this must be the greatest human flaw, this urge to define everything within frames logic, conjuring up anything to disenchant and make the ethereal, the magical, the miraculous – seem logical. That’s what makes this special to me. You loved me. Out of nowhere there you were, obliterating every concept that ever made sense to me, carrying the truth of unknowing; the chaos of infinite possibilities. And I lived in undying fascination; the boundaries of my mind stopped making sense from the very first moment your soul started speaking to my own. It is odd to think and realize I never figured I had one until you looked at me and unraveled the purity of it all. And I wonder if I would ever be able to regain this sacred feeling of perfection if life proves me to be anything other than perfectly yours.
    
Yours faithfully,
—  M.A. Tempels © 2016 (Letters to Melody (4))

I left at your alter
an offering of words
each one an intricate
melody to be heard
these little bits of paper
my simple offering
It was all I had
and everything I could bring
surrendering words
I breathed my essence
Inhaling all
you left me bare
without defence
within your hazel eyes
I drown my fears
while in your chalice
you collected my tears
you claimed this mind
this body
and this soul
submitting it all
I relinquished control
yet in an instant
this dream you devoured
your words unleashed
turning sweet to sour
drank my tears
from the chalice
that did remain
and with a vicious roar
you consumed my pain
in your eyes there was fire
I did not recognize
my spirit smouldering
in flames you baptized
with each drunken truth
your sober lies reveal
unleashing this monster
you tried to conceal


Brie • untitled

Got a new bookshelf for all of my supples! Includes books, my book of shadows, tarot decks, crystals, candles, crystal balls, herbs, Quartz, alter kit, oils, spirit mists, wand, spiritual figurines, offerings, abalone shell, sage, incense, and much much more. I’m very pleased. :)

anonymous asked:

how do food offerings work? do you just leave the food out and take it away when it gets old and gross, or do you eat it yourself, or what do you do?

Food offerings can definitely be tricky. You don’t want the food to get all moldy but at the same time it can be awkward removing it from an alter. Food offerings can be very versatile though. Placing it on an alter is one option but for Earth and fertility gods/esses (It can be done for all I just prefer to do this for earth and fertility gods/esses) the food can be buried as an offering. For liquids you can pour a bit out as an offering or split the drink with them. Other options include burning, placing on an alter and either disposing of by way of trash, eating yourself, or feeding to wildlife (make sure what you’re feeding to wildlife isn’t dangerous to them or illegal in your area). Food offerings are very versatile and you can do whatever feels right for you.

If you’re having trouble deciding what to offer I find this list helps a lot. Feel free to disagree or change it. This is just a general guide to help get you started. No one knows your relationship with your gods/esses better than you do.

Food Offerings Guide

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