temple of aphrodite

anonymous asked:

Years ago, when I was just a budding witch, I read a book on urban witchcraft that spoke in very flowery terms about strip clubs as "temples to Aphrodite" and advised people to make offerings there, but to just tip and call the dancers "lady" or "goddess" and get out. Now that I'm investigating sex work as an option, I'm getting the feeling that that was really offensive unintentionally. Can you shed a little light on it?

“goddess” or “lady” are two of the literally LEAST offensive terms I’ve heard to refer to strippers.

I want a temple to worship at SO badly. I want to be able to throw myself upon its steps, leave offerings in the halls, and weep with thanks at the foot of an altar. I love having my spaces for Aphrodite and Hestia within my home but I want to go out cleansed and veiled and make the trek to the temple as a sign of devotion.

Pop- Culture Polytheist tip for the gamer type

Heeyy do you have minecraft? What about Sims??
If you’re really into building on these two games, consider building some temples! (or a shrine if you don’t want to go all out)

This is also useful for any in-the-closet polytheists!!
And if anyone sees what you’re building, its just a greek mythology temple you’re building cause your bored!
I know i built a temple for Aphrodite the other day because I’ve recently found myself playing minecraft again.
Its very fun and it includes your gods!

YOI Season 2 theory no one asked for

Victor’s theme is going to be “the trials of Psyche”, which is basically the origin of every fairytale ever, and he’s already got that whole Disney Prince thing going on. Plus, it ends with Psyche marrying Eros, which would be the ideal end to the season, sooo.

For those who don’t know their greek mythology, Psyche was a human princess so beautiful that Aphrodite got jealous and sent her son, Eros, to make her fall in love with the ugliest person he can. He ends up falling in love with her instead, of course, and ends up whisking her away to his palace. (her family sort of drops her off on a mountain to get picked up because they think she’s destined to marry a winged serpent, it we’ll get into that later)
If you want more of a parallel, the first thing offered to her when she arrives is a bath and dinner. As far as mythological marriages go, theirs is shockingly healthy, even at this point in the story, Eros tries really hard not to make her uncomfortable, doesn’t sleep with her without her consent (which wasn’t even really a thing they culturally cared about, since he was her husband.) Because he doesn’t want to freak her out, he doesn’t even reveal himself as a god, claiming to simply be a hunter.
Her sisters end up convincing her that he’s actually the monster from the prophesy, however, so one night she lights a candle, and upon seeing how beautiful she is, she accidentally spills the wax on him and he wakes up. He gets mad and flies off, telling that “love cannot exist without trust”
Oh, what was Victor and Yuuri’s first major fight about? Victor not having faith in Yuuri?
Anyways, so Psyche goes to the temple of Aphrodite and tells her she’s willing to do anything to win Eros back, so Aphrodite gives her three tasks. She completes the first two (they vary, depending on the version of the myth). Meanwhile, Eros is in his mother’s palace imprisoned in his room. For the last task she has to go to the underworld and get a drop of Persephone’s beauty to bring back to Aphrodite, on her way back, however, she is filled with curiosity and opens the box, inside, however, is not beauty but an unwaking sleep. Zeus has pitty on her, however, and sends Hermes to tell Eros all that she has done to get him back. The wound of betrayal is healed and he flies from his room and goes to find Psyche. He kisses her, reviving her from her slumber (like I said, literally every fairytale), and brings her back to Olympus so they can be married properly. Zeus gives her Ambrosia as a wedding gift, making her immortal, and they are married again as equals.

So, basically, the moral is relationships are based on trust, perseverance, and equality, which makes this my favorite greek myth, but also pretty well aligned with the morals of the Victuuri character arcs.
Victor sees Yuuri as Eros, obviously, so that would make him psyche, and I think heavy story based programs would really complement his style and fit well with his character. Plus, there’s no way his return theme would be at least a little about yuuri, but this way, there’s still a little bit of a surprise in it. Who would expect him to do a dramatic, dark program about traveling through hell right after getting engaged? But it would work soo well!!

TL;DR: Victor is extra AF, but also classy AF, so he’s gonna do programs based on a greek myth as a low key romantic gesture to Yuuri.

anonymous asked:

This is for Shaka, how was your Birthday party, did you have fun after all? Happy Birthday by the way!

“But thank you” 

((They celebrated anyway xD))


People asked me about characters in Ancient Greek AU couple weeks ago. That beside Nami and Vivi who work for Aphrodite temple with Sanji, and Usopp works for Zoro (he’s the leader of archer team), is there anyone else? So here is a little comic show more characters of this AU. 

Zoro was totally surprised that time, he thought there were only women near Sanji’s work place or the blond only worked with Nami and Vivi and some female priest in his temple.

procrastinatingapwork  asked:

WHY NOT BOTH... Jin is like the "oldest hyung" right??? So like some Greek themes (that's y Jin is out of contact he far away in some other temple) and Jin is aphrodite?????? Or like with ur idea u could totally work a earth spirit of nature's beauty some paint with all the colors of the wind ish right (lol local color who)

YES BITCH !!!!!!!! YES !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Invocation to Babalon

All credit goes to Scarlet Imprint Publishing, but this was such a powerful read, I want to share it here:
Babalon: An Invocation 

“It is dark in the Ephesus cell.
Helena ties the band across her forehead.
Greek letters in the single light of a lamp.
– Mystirio
Before she had lashed in black and draped in chains across Asia.
Stood as the moon on the roof of the brothel in Tyre. 
Now dressed in cardinal red and proud purple of this bishopric she is the voices of the thunder perfect mind.  
The world soul Sophia, a pythoness curled around the bread of the last supper. 
– I am ready for them Simon
The voice of split tongue wisdom flickering lightning like.
The pleroma strobe lit with hissing. 
This is the goddess come to earth.


Bernice the Jewish Empress stirs in her villa on the seven heads of hills,
mouth heavy with the communion wine she shares with the conquerors.
A she-wolf giving suck to the divine twins of Jerusalem and Rome. 
There is no henbane or haoma in the blood of this dead god,
But power, influence, greed.

In the Temple of Aphrodite the whores dress for war with carmine lips.
A dusk sashay to lure the converts of Jesus the hunchback Christ.
The split fig cunt song of do-what-thou-wilt-with-me.
Do you have that single coin for my lap? 

Yet it is John who evokes Her.
John of Patmos.
John stranded on his miserable rock, still unable to escape the low throb in his balls.
John whose words are the bitter sponge they offered to the lips of the Saviour.
John steeped in the hatred of the Patriarchs who saw their god fail them, again and again. 
The Temple smashed, the Ark lost, the lions fed.
Prochoros bends his head as John dictates and writes down the words which will poison the world.

And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication: And upon her forehead was written MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT. THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH. And I saw the woman drunken with the blood of the saints, and with the blood of the martyrs of Jesus: And when I saw her, I wondered, with great admiration.

John’s text is accepted as the final word.
The temples of Aphrodite are stripped as clean as Hypatia’s bones,
Clam-shell scraped by the jabbering monastics.  
The whore not holy.

Simon Magus falls from the window on the orders of Paul, has his broken legged body sawn in half. The beloved assistant is not there to unite the severed parts with their guts of lolling silk scarves. Helena is gone from the oracular Ephesus cell, fled to the walnut tree of Benevento and obscurity.  Left and lost to witchcraft.

No-one pursues Babalon like the Magdalene.  
Chasing the wrong chalice of mystical Christianity,
not supping from the true wound of menstrual blood.  
We lost our Love goddess to the substitutes in a switched card trick.

Instead we have the Blessed Virgin Mary, a cliterodectomy sewn up with the black beard hair of Yahweh.
Never fucked but full of suffering, eyes averted lest the Savior raises a hard-on while he dies on the cross. 

Bound into every Bible, John’s words.
Delivered into every hospital, John’s words.
Guilt slipped in the hotel room drawer, John’s words.
An enemy for every prisoner, John’s words.
Repression for the schoolroom, John’s words.
Hatred for Babylon, John’s words. 

This is our history of THOU SHALT NOT.
These are the words that will echo out again as the world edges degree by degree into one final Apocalypse. 
Are you ready for the Revelation?
The striptease of your vain grades and titles, the loss of order, sense, Will.
The burning black blood of Ereshkigal is making the world a battlefield, a bridal bed.  
Our scorched Eden sees BABALON risen on the incense of petroleum and roses and filled with furious Love.

John, we turn your words against you. 
Our curse comes out as the last Love song. 

The four snaking swastika rivers knotted and dammed in Babylon.
What was Sumeria is looted by American troops.
The Empire never ended.
Caesar’s men now rule a wasteland of depleted uranium and ship home Arkansas boys with shrapnel for legs. 
A chalice of abominations , this fertile crescent now waxed pubis bare.
The women go black -veiled not for Tammuz, but Mohammed.

It is here where the first roses bloomed. 
It is here that we evoke Her again. 

Our fingers scrabble in the broken bricks for the sacred texts until the evening star rises.
Inanna, our lady of the great wild bridled lion.
Inanna, of honeysuckle sweetness.
Inanna, goddess of Love and War.
Inanna, the kingmaker come upon us. 

Easter is the chamber at the top of the seven-step ziggurat.
Babel wreathed in lightning.
Where language is lost in the thighs of the priestess become goddess.
Where divine woman and divine man celebrate their equinox. 

In the bedchamber, Venus rings steel sword blue, the morning star of dawn, the gate of the Sun.
But Babylon is fallen, an abode of serpents and unclean things. 

The Jews bring Her back with them from captivity and have Her beaten by Jeremiah on the anvil of nationalism. 

The wisdom of Solomon will not be repeated,
There will be no whoring after the goddess on the temple mount. 
With every hammer strike the name changes,  
Inanna: Ishtar: Astarte: Ashtaroth: Babalon.  
Her face is smoked shulamite dark with the burning cedars cut down from the high places.
She is blamed for the beauty of the daughters of Jerusalem,
Thrown as Jezebel to the dogs,
Castigated as Salome,
Mistaken for the Magdalene,
Muddled with the lesser Lilith.  
Smouldering red with iniquities and the denial of Love,
She knows Her Strength.

She is not destroyed by your history John, but brought with it.
A bloody pomegranate seed pressed in the pages which once tasted recovers the lost dream. 

Augmented by the whispers of mandrake, poppy, hemlock, belladonna, hashish, wine.
The rising stench of sex and sweat and sperm and blood and always ever roses. 

Babalon is conjured in a monastery nightmare of succubi and disembodied cocks.  
An inquisitors fantasy tortured from the lips of the lost.
Torn with pincers, boot crushed and hoisted in strappado to the heavens.
This is how witchcraft learned how to fly.

The wisdom of the whore is the control of her body and life.
Irregular attempts are made to break the tyranny of marriage,
To abort the bastard children of mother church.
The Queen of the Sabbat reveals a thin slit of red petticoat beneath the damnable black.

Yet the church shackles woman to misery.
Drags her down from the high places
Where she is forced to buy freedom by being fucked in the alleyways.  
Sacred sex profaned into possession, for an hour, or a lifetime of slavery.
A litany of rape, murder, abuse. 

John Dee, bent in prayer does not hear this. 
Kneeling with Kelley he seeks the language of Angels,
and receives a revelation liveried green as garlic blades, white as lilies, red as blood and black as bilberry juice.
Unfolding from the showstone, an Empire of Angels that divides the globe for the red headed harlot on the Lion throne.

Madimi moves through the library stacks.
– My Mother will make her house here

Jesus is not god, no prayer should be made unto Jesus, none shall judge you.

Babalon again from the long dark ages.
Babalon as Kelley, Dee, Jane and Joan exchange places between the sheets.
Babalon in the solve et coagule.
Babalon in the sex sphinx secret of alchemical interchange.

The retort shatters on the stand.
The four fall apart forever.

Kelley plunges from the tower, to his death.
Babel again, and Simon Magus,
a final transformation in the red mercury mess of his shattered shanks. 

We pay our debts to Babalon in blood, not gold, and Her cup runneth over.

Who will heed the speech of the Daughter of Fortitude?
Her cross-crystal, golden girdle and naked breasts. 

– Make your houses clean, for I come unto you again

Dee’s papers tumble from the secret chest and pass into the Golden Dawn.
Miscoloured, mispronounced, and mystified. 

Only Crowley pursues Her into the Æthyr,
Spells Her name after Dee, as Wickedness.
Storms heaven on pearlescent cocaine wings and sexual excess,
Eats grass like an ox,
Wills, Knows, Dares, and tells.

Yet the Beast remains without a Bridal,
The cat, the snake, the camel, the monster.
Where is the Woman in this menagerie?
Incomplete, Alys kisses the back of his hand preparing for a Love he never surrenders to.
Never finds. 

Where is She?

Lady Frieda Harris draws Her for us distilled from the Master’s last breaths.


An explosion of red and gold. 

Parsons adores Her with pressed black powder charges.
Chanting Enochian, mescaline, amphetamine.
Here is the spirit of the Law, flowing as nectar.
Flowering with the Pasadena roses,
Spreading Her petals on the backdrop of the city of Angels.
Gone West to the new world Dee promised Her.

With huckster Hubbard, Jack strains for Love on this Battlefield Earth.
Despite the elemental mistakes he wins his vision. 

Flame is our lady, flame is Her hair.
– I am living Flame. 

Parsons goes after the Witchcraft, after Cameron, as a smashed flask of red mercury, as a storm of dust blown across the Mojave desert, as a crater on the darkside of the Moon.

The A-Bomb cracks the Akashic.
The fallout drifts down like sakura.
Babalon unveiled  is starmarked by it.

The two thousand year Reich of Horus draws short.
Grant sees the teratomas, but there is little Love in his Craft.
Magick bickers and splits as we tilt past the tipping point.

Our Goddess is not Nuit blue emptiness, but brimful Belsen furnace red.

She tells us:

– It is the woman who initiates.
– It is Love which transforms.
– It is blood which transmits.

Exchange your cakes with kalas cooked to cinders.
For kisses from Her living lips.
Let go of false learning.
Forsake the cult of the severed head.
For Babalon sings in your blood.

The world is drunken and vexed, running on fumes.
A price on everything, a value on nothing.

It is here Babalon, that we evoke thee.
Everything becoming red. 
Enochian angels pouring warlike from the watchtowers ,
and the 24 elders of days wondering where their God has gone.

Holy, Holy, Holy is the Whore. 
A universe composed of burning roses,
Of everything fucking everything.

Be drunken as the reeling stars.
Adore the whore on hands and knees. 
Open your beds and your hearts
Fuck and find Love.

Dakinis eviscerate the fallen saints for their bridal wear.
The armies mass for battle and She is here.
Babalon is here to bridle, bind, blossom and burn.
Her time is NOW.”

fromthefoam  ❛ Perhaps you’ll conjure up another miraculous…

❛ you’re trespassing on sacred grounds. ❜ ruins of a temple to aphrodite, really. ❛ why are you here? ❜

“I was sent by my master to recover a stolen artifact– a jade dragon that was taken from one of the Heavenly Cities.  I mean no harm.” 

An analysis of Pisces Aphrodite

This is a translation of a post originally submitted on November 21, 2014, in Brazilian Portuguese. Thank you so much, Arukas

Hello guys, I’m going to share in here an analysis of mine on my favorite character. I was motivated to write this text after being called to several discussions in which Aphrodite was compared to its spin-off predecessor, Albafica. I’ll bring an analysis about who is Aphrodite, his personality and participation in the series, with a short comparative call with Albafica.

First of all, I won’t bother belittling Albafica. He is a good character, had a good fight with an exciting outcome, and nothing will change that. Obviously Albafica’s circumstances were extremely different from those faced by Aphrodite through the classic series, and that’s a point I’ll address later.

To begin with: Who is, in fact, Aphrodite? I often read topics about a narcissist and egocentric Saint who apparently shares name and constellation with Kurumada’s Pisces Saint. This is not true in the manga. The character Pisces Aphrodite does in fact carries the name of the goddess of beauty, but that doesn’t make his behavior reflect that of Lizard Misty. Do not confuse the characters. During his classic participation, especially at the 12 Temples, not once does Aphrodite mentions his own beauty. It is exalted by others, yes, but never by himself. Although his attacks are visually beautiful, he never mentions beauty neither does he idolizes himself for being considered the most beautiful of Athena’s 88 Saints. In Episode G we have a deeper insight into Aphrodite’s personality, in which he deals with a beauty that is not physical, but that of strength and victory. The only mentions he makes about “beauty” are in the spin-off, and even then he never deals with the narcissist beauty of self-worship.

Still about his personality, Aphrodite is a character that strongly deals with political matters of power and domination. True, his ideals are not exactly the ones expected from a Saint in his post, so, why does the sacred cloth of Pisces continues protecting him? Simply because, despite of having an erroneous point of view, Aphrodite keeps on fighting for peace and for what he considered justice. “Peace has been with us thanks to Pope Ares”*. That’s an anime quote that exists in the manga with different words. Strength is justice. Athena is a weak girl, and wouldn’t have the power to keep the peace as Saga did. This same thought was very similar to those of Shura and Deathmask, the other two Saints who were allies of Saga.  However Shura and Aphrodite especially can’t be considered evil characters because of that, as I’ve seen happening before.

Aphrodite is a strong and determined character. Fearless. He does not hesitate to risk his life when Shun shows his powerful Nebula Storm. He goes on until the end for what he believes in. He has the probity to recognize the mistake and swear loyalty to Athena. He comes back in the Hades arc to submit himself to the most humiliating of parts for the sake of the mission he was in (for those who still don’t understand: Kurumada made it clear that the actions of all the renegades was pure pretense, and even gave a honorable mention to the crucial mission at Hades Castle that was given to Aphrodite and Deathmask). He dies once and is not afraid of dying again. Perhaps out of guilty, he accepted the humiliation for the sake of the mission and of Athena. It is his honor, his pride he leaves behind for his comrades.

I do not intend to linger on the matter of power, since the text is already longer than I expected. But this is other recurrent comparison. Aphrodite has a vast range of techniques, and has shown us some skills that usually go unnoticed:

- His three known roses;

- Camouflage, capable of entirely concealing his presence. Only a chain that crosses dimensions can find him when he used the technique against Shun;

- A considerable physical strength, since he broke the powerful whirlwind that initiates the Nebula Storm by his own strength only;

- A possible ability of teleportation;

- In epG he also displayed the Roses Profusion: a combination of all his techniques, that can be used offensively, defensively and for healing.

He is not weak - never was, never will be. He is as powerful as any other Gold, and strength should never be reason for claims that he “is the shame of the Pisces sign”. He is actually the Saint with the greatest killing potential in the 12 Temples. A terrible enemy for anyone due to the combinations his techniques offer, enhancing one another.

At last, Aphrodite appears at the 12 Temples as a villain. As the killer of Daidalos, an ally of Saga, as someone who knew the truth about Athena and her past. He fights, therefore, against the heroes of the story, represented by Shun and Seiya.(And even so, I consider that one of the fairest fights within the Sactuary Arc, save from some techniques that should be fatal, but leave Shun and Seiya alive, the result was not unfair). Albafica, on the other hand, is the protagonist. In a superficial comparison, Aphrodite is Minos while Albafica is Shun (comparing their parts on the fights, not the strength of none of the characters, please). Their results, I hope everyone understands this, is deeply influenced by that.  

I thank those who have read this far. I am not saying wheter Aphrodite or Albafica is better or worse. I am just exposing some points about a character that is very wronged in this fandom. Both are good representatives of the Pisces sign, and it is with pride that I wave their flag. The fight Albafica vs Minos is memorable, and Albafica has a beautiful and sad story. Aphrodite is differentiated within the Gold Saints proposal – he thinks and acts on his own, kills and dies for his ideals. They are honorable, strong, terrible. Both of them are sources of pride for us Pisceans.

*PS.: Unfortunately I couldn’t find the episode in English so that’s a translation of the line as seen in the Brazilian dub

Apollo’s signature move: Nova What?

One thing I really like about Persona 2 is how the Ultimate Personas each have their own unique skills, and even a special line during battle when you use them (plus they look awesome).

However, Tatsuya’s Persona’s, Apollo, skill is… inconsistent. The three translations of the game each use a different name for it.

  • PSX fan translation: Nova Sizer
  • PSP official translation: Nova Kaiser
  • Eternal Punishment translation: Nova Cyther

Now, my point is: which of them is correct? First let’s look at the original name, ノヴァサイザー (Nova Saizā). The second word is the key to everything.

The PSP official translation is already out. Kaiser is カイザー (Kaizā), not サイザー (Saizā).

Unfortunately, I have no idea what Cyther even means. The only things that show up are the Pokémon Scyther, a Python compiler, and Cythera. The last one is very interesting because it’s an island where a temple to Aphrodite used to be. But I think that’s unlikely to be the asnwer because Aphrodite/Venus falls under Lisa, not Tatsuya.

That leaves us with Sizer. Is it correct? The katakana fits… but I don’t think so. According to my theory, it is the closest though.

I believe it’s supposed to be Seizer. Why?

  • Apollo seizes the enemy by its shoulders before attacking.
  • Seizer is pronounced the same way as Caesar, and Apollo is a grecoroman deity.

Like I said, that’s just my hyphotesis, which means the attack should be something like Nova Seizer or Nova Caesar (the last one sounding awesome). Of course, there’s the problem that the word Caesar already has two different ways of being written in Japanese, シーザー (Shīzā) and カエサル (Kaesaru) which is why I’m basing this on English pronounciation only. Even so, I’m confident with this theory.