There’s a huge predisposition towards faith as self improvement or therapy. The way I see it, the things we are supposed to revere deserve their reverence regardlessof whether or not they help us. Asking for divine aid and expecting reciprocity is normal and natural and a common element to all faiths. However, only having faith or turning to the holy powers when one has need reeks of Protestant privelage and taking for granted the concept of an imminent, omi-present and omniscient god who just wants you to be good. Sorry, but even in the most lax of Christian faiths, you are still expected to actually believe, pray, and attend services—not just during personal crisis.
None of this is to shame those who have a difficult time or need divine aid. None of this is to shame or undermine those who have found or been gifted faith and graces from the holy powers during a dark night of the soul, or what have you. It is okay to struggle in life. We all wrestle with our demons, some more than others. And it is completely okay to turn to holy powers during those times.
It is not okay to turn away from them again after recieving their aid (unlesd that is specifically your and there working contract) because they aided you and they deserve whatever honors you can give them. Some of our issues are ongoing, whether trauma, health, abuse, psychosis, whatever it may be—the holy powers are just like people in this way—they cannot provide for you endlessly and selflessly without eventually feeling used and resentful.
I recently wrote about the first time Dionysos gave epiphany. It sounded very pretty, I’m sure, to suddenly feel lifted from the depths of depression and intimately know for the first time in your life that the gods are real and not distant. But honestly? It took many more months of self improvement before I was anywhere near “better”. I had to lose the man I loved because we just weren’t compatible anymore—because I had a renewed faith and interest that he could not understand. That break up took me over a full year to get over. I mourned us, I cried, I drank, I learned. I learned a lot about relationships, and live styles, and healthy communication. I learned that ours was a very unhealthy relationship and that my ex was co-dependent and I had been emotionally abusive. I had to learn to be a better person. I had to experience that loss. I had to experience my world thrown further into chaos (almost lost my apartment with my then roommate, had my parents come back from Portugal and live with me, had to lose my then job, and be unemployed for three more months before finding another two jobs….) Life stayed hard for a long while. And if I had only ever asked Dionysos for His blessings and aid and help—it would have thrown His epiphany back in His face. “You are free.” I was free, free to pick myself up (certainly with His aid), free to live the life I wanted, capable of freeing myself from that slump of depression, free to become better, beaitiful, free to find new loves, new faith. And how could I have started anywhere but with Him? And so I did what I believed was right, and worshiped Him, even, especially, when it was hard to do so. And I found that He continied to bless me in my life because I honored Him of my own volition. I learned to see where His hand had helped me along, and understood those blessings would not have been the same had I been asking for His help every time I felt things difficult.
It is right, and proper to ask the holy powers for help, it is not, in my not so humble opinion, okay to leave your worship at nothing more than petition. Reciprocity matters.
guess who got their septum pierced? i did! i got it in honor of dionysus the bull god. i think he approves!
are you fucking kidding me that this has this few notes
there’s a picture of a cis guy in gym shorts with 8 million notes and there’s not even enough signatures to have my existence be recognized
are you fucking joking
this post has 24000 notes. the petition only has 9800 signatures. ummmm.
Dark surrealism in Georgiy’s Alexandrov photography
Russian artist Georgiy Alexandrov creates stunning and dark surreal world with his photo camera. His works usually includes existence of some bigger powers and evil.
Kept republicx’s original blurb, but I only wanted that picture, so, yeah.
Dionysus (Διόνυσος), → Dionysus is known as Bacchus by the Romans, was the god of the grape harvest, winemaking and wine, of ritual madness and ecstasyin Greek mythology. His central cult imagery shows his triumphant, disorderly arrival or return. His procession (thiasus) is made up of wild female followers (maenads) and bearded satyrs, and the god himself is drawn in a chariot, usually by exotic beasts such as lions or tigers.
“As it is, the Greek story has it that no sooner was Dionysus born than Zeus sewed him up in his thigh and carried him away to Nysa in Ethiopia beyond Egypt”.
Bacchante Enviree, Adolphe Alexandre Lesrel