i worship at the alter of

what if medusa was a real woman. i mean: what if the woman with snakes in her hair was once a tiny girl with beautiful braids in her black hair.

what if the stories came from her smooth hands. when she was six she could make pottery that looked like flowers blooming in your palms. could carefully create replicas of any plant she saw.

and medusa was smart. ran from home, tucked up her hair so it looked short, made herself into a little boy. besides, they liked pretty boys. medusa at school with top grades, sending her unknowable stares at the other men. because the whole time she’s learning the planes of their faces, the way they look while they’re thinking, the slight twist of their hand that meant they were lying. 

medusa going home to sketch every little figure. comes to school in the morning with her hands caked in pottery clay. medusa learns. scrubs dirt on her face to mimic their planes. tilts her head the right way when she’s thinking. doesn’t twist her hand when she’s lying.

in her back yard, a little garden grows. statues of ceramic boys only three feet tall. at first, she can’t quite get the faces right. men are not the same as plants. there is something weird about the proportions she uses. medusa frowns.

she starts making animals instead for a bit, annoyed and disheartened. she’d always just been naturally good at it, and the fact she couldn’t just make something felt as if she’d lost her gift.

she makes cats and dogs and her neighbor’s birds and keeps going.

the snake wasn’t her favorite. he just wouldn’t leave her alone, so she gave up and let him sleep on her in the cold nights. besides, he was a small garden snake, couldn’t even bite her hard, just wanted a place of warmth. she let him rest on the angles of her shoulders, right near her neck, even if he sometimes forgot and held her too hard. that was okay. when she was little, she forgot too, sometimes, and shattered the slim walls of her pottery. the snake had a lot of growing up to do.

she loved no one. not because she was cold-hearted. just because it wasn’t something she wanted. she was busy with her artwork.

she chose an apprenticeship under a master craftsman. his sculptures made her breath stop. she was careful in the workshop, kept her things simple, kept her mouth shut. he called her stupid often. she would duck her head. sometimes she would make mistakes on purpose. all the while he only made sculptures of men. said there was no beauty in women. often made savage remarks about those they saw in the market.

and all the while, she watched him. she watched him and she went home and sketched. this is how his hands were when he made a vine. this is how they were when shaping a nose.

and her back yard garden would grow. little boys became her master, over and over and over, until she could get his jaw right. ceramic became sculpture.

he was who took her to athena’s temple. who shouted at her about how beautiful the statues were against her own. every week he’d come back and shame her. asked how the women there were smarter than the man she was supposed to be. medusa ducked her head and grit her teeth.

in her back yard, she made them. she made every god and goddess she’d seen in the city. her favorite was athena. she ached over her features. had spent so long in the world of men, was blinded by the beauty of women.

it was a black night. and medusa thought her master had left the temple before her. she loosened all the bindings that kept her from breathing. took her hair out. worshiped in peace. placed on athena’s alter a small and beautiful thing. the goddess, head tilted, thinking.

when he found medusa, what made him angry was not her small frame. it was the statute. a delicate thing. much better than the ones he had ever made.

he took it and snapped it in half. threw it deep in the temple’s well to rot. pulled her by her hair. demanded to know where it had come from.

medusa, angry, tired of hiding, tired of late nights and being a boy and pretending: medusa, athena-mad, spat on him. “I did it,” her voice is strong and full of hatred, “A woman made something better than a man could.”

He meant to kill her. To bash her head into the temple steps, claim it was an accident - or better yet, the spite of a god made flesh.

when he grabs her hair, the goddess bites back. athena, patron of creators, patron of the arts, patron of girls and those who are smart - she turns medusa’s hair into snakes. 

it is a quick little thing, darts out and draws blood, almost falls from her hair as a result. she catches the creature and runs, runs until she feels numb.

and what if - while her master is making up a story about poseidon and athena’s rage, explaining medusa’s back yard full of frozen men as being evidence of her evilness - what if medusa finds friends in blind women. and they teach her how to feel what she is seeing. how to use her hands with her eyes closed to make maps of whatever she holds. she starts with plants again. her snake is big now, and has babies. she moves on to their little wiggling forms, amused when they make tiny rings around her fingers. she does not live in a cave. she dresses as a man again, goes to market, sells her roses and vines and beautiful (simple) things. buys herself and the women a nice house out beyond all the noise of it. fills their garden with frozen men.

when the men come to kill her - because now her name is known, it is whispered, sticks in the throat - they don’t find her. they find a tall man who tells them: look in the mountains. when they don’t come back, it’s no fault of medusa’s. frankly, she thinks they should have brought more supplies than their swords into the deep woods. she’s not cruel. when they leave, she makes a statue of them, as her version of a memorial.

but one man is not like the others. he finds her with her hair down, humming, dancing around a marble stone. her snakes are warming in the sun.

medusa? he asks her. it’s a name she hasn’t heard in a long while.

she is tired of being hunted. she just wants to make art. she waits for the sword point. but he hesitates. looks at her full in her face.

strikes a bargain. if she makes him a head for his shield, he will tell the others that she is good and dead. and he will sell her art to better patrons when he could - although he suggests at least hiding the signature she has with maybe a little less snake-like scrawl - he would make her name known.

but medusa knows men. knows they will chomp down on a horror story faster than that of the artist. she is already permanent. she says: no, here’s what happens.

after many months, he has his shield. she wouldn’t let him leave with the first nine hundred versions, always found something wrong with them. he grows fond of her in this time, agrees to her terms. even he can’t really look at the shield head-on. she has captured a scream, a rage, too much. it is so utterly human and at once not that it makes his skin crawl.

where medusa’s blood drops, serpents sprawl. or at least, that’s the code she uses. when he finds little girls who can make art, he sends them to her. 

medusa does not expect to be known for the school that she starts. she is a women artist in a time of men, and her name is already dead to them. but i know medusa. i know her. she is known for her work.

after all, who can speak about medusa without mentioning how she froze the world?

SnK - AoT New Ending Analyze!

Cause that is my favorite thing to do.

But first, a little warning if you are an anime only fan!

Originally posted by ithelpstodream

Major manga spoilers.

You know what to do better than me.

Scroll down, this post does not exist for you.

For others, guess who screenshotted every single scene of new ending and meta all the way?

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Witches Being Misunderstood is an Understatement

As I research this brilliant topic of Wiccan practices, origins, and history- lm learning of how stereotyped Im raised to believe witches and witchcraft alike are. Here’s some examples and rebuddles of what I mean…


Who has ever claimed that was the point… Because I do not follow Christian beliefs to a T doesn’t make me a worshipper of satan. These claims were made by Christians who believed the worship of ANYTHING besides “God” (the big guy in the white robe) is their devil.

“Dont do black magick on me!”

 Anyone who has ever been remotely freaked out thinking we would curse their soul or ruin their lives with magic, has obviously never read the Wiccan Rede… what was it again? “An Ye Harm None, Do What Ye Will”? Huh…

“Eye of *animal*, Wing of *bird*” 

These ingredients aren’t literal, at all… Although my young, shameless self believed it to be, these are just names made up for herbs, plants, and flowers that are ingredients to remedies witches didn’t want abused.

“Why don’t you carry your broom to fly on?” 

This one makes me laugh. Woman used to literally ride broomsticks… maybe it’s a long story but people wanted to use an LSD like ointment and it was most affective on arm pits and … genitals. So they would lather up the broom handle and well… ride the broom into the night causing hallucinations. Weird shit right?

“You’re too colourful to be a witch” 

How? Did I miss the dress code assembly? Because I can wear whatever the fuck I want. Being Wiccan is positive and peaceful and colours have magick their own. If a witch does decide to wear only black, good for them- black means protection, safety, and grounding (amongst other things).

“Where’s your black cat?” 

Cats were once worshipped as symbols of multiple goddesses. In the beginning of the agricultural age, people brought cats with them where they went to ward off mice. Kittens were even wedding presents. Men went to war and women were stuck with the cat and were often widowed… since the woman lived alone- she was also likely to be accused of witchcraft. The Pope also claimed cats were satanic (?) so cats were burned alive - just like witches… but then the mice and rat population went sideways and here comes the Black Plague! Jokes on you - “Whatever you do shall be returns to you three times over”.

So here’s my explanation on stereotypes through research and the ability to look things up and not assume. These are based off of personal experience, first reactions… I also stuck to Wiccan beliefs along with my own personal thrown in the first one (sorry). There are witches out side of Wiccan who do worship Satan and that don’t follow the Rede but this is all biased. Correct me if I’m wrong anywhere here- I apologize already!

Blessed Be! )O(

The Signs as Studio Ghibli Quotes
  • Aries: whenever someone creates something with all of their heart, that creation is given a soul.
  • Taurus: there's no future for people who worship the future and forget about the past.
  • Gemini: it doesn't matter what colour your dress is, what matters is the heart inside.
  • Cancer: a heart's a heavy burden.
  • Leo: he's calling the spirits of darkness. I saw him do this once before when a girl dumped him.
  • Virgo: we each need to find our own inspiration. sometimes it's not easy.
  • Libra: no matter how many weapons you have, no matter how great your technology might be, the world cannot live without love.
  • Scorpio: I think I can handle it.
  • Sagittarius: you cannot alter your fate. but you can rise to meet it.
  • Capricorn: when I saw you, I just wanted to find a way to protect you.
  • Aquarius: you're very smart. sometimes we take a leap. be brave.
  • Pisces: always believe in yourself. do this and no matter where you are, you will have nothing to fear.
Polycentric Polytheism and the Philosophy of Religion

This post is a breakdown of the essay “Polycentric Polytheism and the Philosophy of Religion” by Edward P. Butler. Butler’s writing is notoriously dense and therefore pretty inaccessible for most. However, I think his ideas are thought-provoking and therefore should be made into an accessible post for people to read and engage with. This post by necessity is a bit lengthy but I made sure to include short breakdown summaries for people. That way the ideas contained in this paper should be accessible to many people.

(It’s worth noting now that Butler comes at this with a very particular view of divintity that not all will agree with. So go into this aware of that perspective. However, I hope this will give people something to think about regardless of their beliefs surrounding divinity is.)

In the abstract to his paper, Butler states that he sets out to do the following: Using Neoplatonist* theory, he seeks to establish:

  • that focusing on one deity at a time is not indicative of monotheistic tendencies
  • give guidelines for non-reductive cross cultural comparisons
  • a foundation for a polytheistic philosophy of religion

In addition, while not stated in his abstract, Butler also discusses how syncretic practices preserve the uniqueness of gods, how gods can have overlapping functions, how contradicting myths do not create falsehoods, and lays out the beginning of an historical defense for creating one’s own ‘pantheon’ set up.

* - Neoplatonism is a school of thought from 3rd century Greece. It is hard to give a summary of beliefs but the center of it revolves around the derivation of the many from the One. The One is beyond being and is what makes reality. As such for Butler, the One is equivalent with the divine. From the One and the divine come reality and existence. Other relevant Neoplatonist terms will be discussed through the body of the paper as they arrive.

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Stoner Witch Bong Tip and Info

So this morning I decided I needed to use my moon water from two moons ago. I was just inspired to put it in my bong.  I needed to change the water anyway. I also cleaned it out the best I could. So, as to purify it before I put the moon water in. Smoking it is like inhaling the goddess Selene.  I’m thinking this could develop into a Full Moon Ritual.

I saw a post on tumblr, sorry can’t remember who, that said smoking a bong is the most sacred way to smoke cannabis because it has all four elements. And you are inhaling all these elements into yourself. It’s like you are becoming one. Fire = lighter, Water = bong water, Earth =  weed , and Air = smoke. That is genesis. 

I think, the smoker would be the fifth element, spirit, the one that manipulates the other four, like the Magician or how it is referred to some decks The Witch. But I think the Magician or Juggler is a witch with his alter of the four elements empowered with secret knowledge and surrounded by earth, the one we worship and connect with spiritually. (sorry I related everything to tarot cards, everything!)

I like smoking my bong in front of my alter. It is starting to evolve into casting the circle as well as a sacrament to partake before meditation, ritual, tarot and other spiritual work. It helps set the mood and ease the nerves and muscles allowing easier use of intuition, though it takes some extra focus at times. But there is always a need to focus during divination and working magick.

The Goddess, Gaia, grows Cannabis. She sure as hell wants us to use it just like all her other plants. Maybe even more so because it is magickal in itself being a miracle plant.

Come to me and confess
every sinful thing you’ve ever
wanted to do to me,
whisper it right in my ear.

You make me want to kneel down
at your feet in prayer
and worship at the alter
between your thighs.

The only tongue I want to speak in is yours,
I want to taste you,
swallow you like communion wine,
I want to scream your praises to the heavens.

You can spread me out,
  you can nail me down.
  I’ll be your willing sacrifice,
                cross my heart.

—  hallelujah // L.H

puddlescuddles  asked:

hi, i don't know if you're wiccan or anything like that but i want to learn about being a witch, basically all the spells i can do, exactly what all i need to do to create and use them, how to make a personal alter and which gods and goddesses to think about following. im brand new at this so it would be awesome if you could help (:

Being a witch is pretty easy and simple. I thought myself all the things I know. How I started off was looking up what wicca was and/or all the different types of pagan religions and traditions were. Basically what I’m saying is that you should start off with some research. All the basic little things, like traditions, different types of witches and crafts, all the gods and goddesses you wish to worship, the definition of “MAGICK” and not “MAGIC”. You can Goodle search all this, read books and all of this, even ask the whole Witch Community on Tumblr.

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A journal entry from Rachel Joy Scott to her “Big brother” Mark B. on how he saved her from suicide. There is a video of Mark reading the journal on his Facebook page.

“Dear Mark, Thank you so much, you didn’t need to write me back, that painting said it all. All I needed was for someone to share my pain. Someone to feel my heart hurt. You did something most people wouldn’t do. You helped me carry the burdens of others. I stayed home from school today. I was going to kill myself. I was going to bring my car into the garage, close the door and let the motor run. I got as far as the driveway and then I turned off the car. I was going to live for just one more day so I can say goodbye to you. I got there and when we started praise and worship I lifted my hands and closed my eyes because I wanted you to think I was ok so that when I died you wouldn’t blame yourself. Then Mike told that story and I lost it. Finally, I was on the alter crying harder than I ever have before and Lori Johnson was holding me. I repented and made a decision to live. I feel so fulfilled. There is a God and I’m going to serve Him for the rest of my life. Mike was right. Something happened. God showed me, saved me from suicide. He did it through Mike, through Lori and through you. Your love gave me reason to live just for one more day. And His love meaning God’s gave me reason to live for one more life. But that’s not the end. I’m working at Subway again and  I’ve been smoking pot and cigarettes. I went and on my way home I broke every cigarette I had. I told the guy,Branden, when I was working that I gave my life back to God and that I’m clean. Then I told him he should do the same. He said maybe. This is the day of redemption revelation. I will never be the same again. Thank you Mark, thank you so much. I love you. Rachel Joy.” - Rachel Joy Scott.     

anonymous asked:

I love a leader who has the guts and the determination to do the right thing despite the unrelenting opposition!!The Paris Agreement was about globalism vs nationalism and America won! God bless President Trump!

My sentiments exactly!! Globalism vs nationalism is pretty accurate and you tell by the hysterical reaction of those that worship at the alter of Global Warming

The Mainstream media has been unglued today–well, I take that back.  They can’t become unglued if they never had it together in the first place. 

All I know is I’m already wishing for some climate change back to fall & winter!

anonymous asked:

I am kinda of interested in witchery.l, but a lot of magic has to do with Paganism, and I'm not religious nor do I really plan to become religious. What should I do?

Yeah, I definitely felt the same way when I was new to witchcraft, my anonymous friend. 

Witchcraft =/= Paganism (or any religion). It’s a craft, not a worship. Though, lots of witches like to incorporate paganism or even monotheistic religions into their craft. But you are certainly not required to do this to call yourself a witch. You can always alter spells to match your (lack of) religion. 

to-reach-the-farthest-star-deac  asked:

How would one go about making an altar in pop-culture paganism? I've looked online, but all the resources I've found have been for Wiccans.

Hello hello! There are many ways to make an altar, pop culture or otherwise. My favorite methods, and the ones I know most about are physical altars, and online altars. I will go into detail on how to make both below. An space of worship or offerings is basically the same no matter who or what you are worshiping.

If you are devoted to Athena, you would give them pictures and statues of themselves, owl sculptures, offerings of olives, etc. If you’re worshiping, say, Ariel from The Little Mermaid, I’d go around the same basic path. Seashells, sea water, forks, feathers, etc. as offerings. The altar would have art of her, and maybe pictures of mermaids, and of beaches and human cities and stuff.

Anyways, here’s how to go about my choice two methods. I’ll start with the one I think of as most manageable.


  1. Make a blog. I find that here on Tumblr works pretty well, as you can browse and make tags. It doesn’t have to be a main,a sideblog,I believe, works just as fine.
  2. Decorate your figure’s space! Chose a nice theme, use a fancy mouse, etc. Some people even decorate their blogs with a little sigil in the corner. I have no idea how to do that, but you can ask around. Or Google it. Whatever floats your boat.
  3. Begin by posting/reblogging a prayer, or an image/representative of your focus. Don’t want to make a prayer? That’s fine, depending on who your figure is, there may be one out there that is okay to reblog. Ask first before reblogging someone else’s prayers! I’ll try to cover prayers later.
  4. Continue doing this, with offerings, images, and prayers when suitable. I would even suggest using this as a way to log your ‘adventure’ in worshiping your figure. However, I am no expert, and I would suggest asking other sources as well.
  5. Congrats, you have an online shrine!


  1. Find a place that won’t be disturbed often. It doesn’t have to be out in the open. You can even put your altar inside a drawer, in a compartment in your closet, etc,
  2. Place upon it what you would for an altar. Depending on who or what you’re worshiping, cultivate it to their interests, and around who they are. Does your figure have a favorite food? A favorite color? A favorite place to hang around? These can all alter your altar. Analyze their qualities; are they brave, or are they meek? Are they tricksters, or are they honest?
  3. I would give offerings to your focus at least a few times a month, but depending on who they are, and in some cases, what they want, you may do it more. 
  4. Clean your altar regularly, not only in the witchy sense, but also actually take everything off of it, dust the whole shebang, and put it all back. Feel free to redecorate.
  5. Congrats, here’s the most basic steps of having a physical shrine! I may add more later.

This will be the second time I’m writing this, as I deleted the first answer on accident. So, I’m sorry If I’m missing something, I’m kind of rushing to get this out.

anonymous asked:

But like. What would Obi-wan do with all the limbs? O.o (Like, if he is legit some dark entity maybe he what... incorporates them, like some thousand arms thing? Or, maybe he makes them into those ehh, the dead hand holding a candle, I forget what theyre called, lights. Or... idk. Maybe he doesn't acutally want people to give him extra arms but it happens anyways and he's just sitting there going wtf am I supposed to do with these...)

He feeds them to his pet gundarks of course :) :) :) :)

in a cultish sense, I would imagine that the removal of limbs from a living person would be a way of showing respect to whatever dark entity one was supposed to be worshiping or otherwise courting the favor of.

if I was taking Obi-Wan’s character into consideration, it would probably be more of a power-move? Like a power-game sort of thing? He’d have to be fairly good with a lightsaber to reliably lop limbs off his opponent. So he’s kind of disrespecting them and exerting his power over them by permanently ‘disfiguring’/altering their body. Not really a ‘fetish’ but a ‘signature’. One would not want to draw Kenobi’s attention least one lose a limb.

if I were doing dark!Sith!Limb-removing!Kenobi, and I had him go up against our favorite Jedi, Anakin, on the first meeting Kenobi would likely barely notice Anakin, on the second, Anakin might lose a limb; if he doesn’t on the second meeting he definitely does on the third, where he has Kenobi’s attention. I’d then thwart further attempt of limb removal until Kenobi’s interest has shifted from ‘rival’ to ‘ooh shiny’

going back to the suggestions you had, I think it might be interesting if Kenobi had some stupid little idiot trying to court his favor and become his apprentice by mailing him severed limbs :’) Kenobi is somewhere between insulted and disgusted, because they’ve completely missed the point. It’s not the limb, it’s the removal of that limb, Kenobi leaving a mark on them, a reminder, that’s the purpose and reasoning behind it.

Fucking Athelnar! Just when you think you’re fucking done! Here comes feet washing! And mercy giving! And visions of long dead lost loves! And Ragnar just needs and loves and worships Athelstan so much. And the only moments of peace Ragnar has seemed to find in this whole messed up season is when he sees Athelstan again! And it breaks my fucking heart! And I just can’t! And fuck you Vikings and your fucking life altering ship that you fucking killed half of!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

But like if you ever do a cazriel acosap edit I will forever worship at your alter, ok. Just yes. (Also acosap is life and therefore you are god... just thought you should know, haha)

I love Cazriel and it definitely happened at one point when they were young. And thank you for letting me know you like acosap and omg thank you 😂 If there is some kind of ancient greek/roman/egyptian/polynesian/whatever sex god out there I am here and I am doing their bidding 😂

the-midnight-doe  asked:

Not sure if you've found an answer yet but Tim Soret is the dev of The Last Night, E3's only interesting indie game, and is pro Gamer Gate trash

Oh yeah, was the the guy who was like “I am going to make a cyberpunk game about feminists and coporatings taking over the world?”  And now the new game looks like a cyberpunk dystonia

Actually I want to talk about his statement for a second, I find it really absurd how gamergate people keep being like ‘oh SJWs are pro coporate” when…leftism is anti corporate, they want higher taxes, more regulation, and less corporate influence in goverment, while the right and a great deal of Gamergate worships at the alter of the Free Market (at least until the free market starts to say that diversity makes more money).  Bernie Sanders isn’t exactly the best friend of Wall Street, meanwhile Trump the “anti establishment” chap is a billionaire who fills his cabinet with other billionaires and undoes wall street regulations.  

i wouldn’t say you broke me, because you didn’t. i was already broken before i met you but i was slowly gluing myself together, i was coming together again. and then i met you and you promised me you’d fix me. i believed you and somehow i let you in, somehow you got under my walls. you got under my skin. you’re in me, you’re in my veins. you kissed me and i felt forever, your body was on top of mine and i felt a home, i felt safe. i never thought that you’d be the one to break me, but now, i am shattered. i am crumbling and blowing away in the wind. i am scattered in the sunset. i am the bleeding orange sky at eight pm, i am the fading sun and the rising moon. i am high ocean waves controlled by the night. i am out of control and i can’t stop clawing at my wrists, i want you out of my veins, i want to see you come out of me, i want to pull you out. but you’re everywhere. i hear you in my music and i see you in my writing. i try to write you out but all i can think about is how good it felt to kiss you. i hate that it felt like heaven. i don’t even believe in god but i sacrificed myself at your holy alter anyways. i worshiped you, i bled myself dry for your power and now im stuck empty and shattered. // I’ll heal again, I’ll get you out, but please for the love of god let me go. stop trying to make me stick around. i want to go. i want to be free again.