theheartroad:

priestofsutekh:

With Set, it feels like he’s many layers of tough skin, and deep under it all, there’s this big, gooey heart. Big enough to love everyone who cares to hear his voice.  
Sometimes, I have to remind myself that there’s so much more to him. So much more.  
It applies to all of our Gods, not just the Netjeru.  
What they are, and what they choose to show us…

When they meet us, when their presence fills our lives, are we seeing only what they can safely show us? Are we glimpsing the tip of the tip of the iceberg here? They are amazing beings, they are powerful and perfect in ways we simply cannot grasp. One of our fellow Pagans once referred to this about Thor. How the Thunderer wielded storms, but not just the storms on earth, but the electrical storms that occurred all over the universe. I suppose that magnitude helps to put into perspective just how… How grand our Gods truly are.  

Yet they show us what we can handle, we are truly blessed by their presence in our lives, their love, wisdom and guidance. It is a wonderful thing, to know that there is an eternity to be with them.  

This is why I take issue with those who consider the Gods their “equal” or “worth working with”. They have been before we were, they are with us now, and they will remain long after our race has gone from the corporeal world. 
Respect something greater than yourself. 

Set once told me that, if I was the size of a grain of rice, he would span a galaxy in size. An astronomical difference in size. but he loves me all the same…

And you said it yourself, that gods show us only what we can handle.

And, sure, maybe it shows wisdom to show respect and care in worshiping them– but also not everyone has that capacity and ability. 

The thing is, to have that wonder, that awe in the gods like that requires a level of vulnerability and trust that not everyone can access starting off… We’ve had hurts and learned to limit ourselves to avoid them, and we’ve learned to dissociate away our pain and our own majesty, for we, too, in human form are only a fraction of our actual spiritual “size…” 

So as the gods allow us to see them in our mask of invulnerability, our dissociation, our pain, our limitation, it shows me not the ugliness of irreverence, but the beauty and care and the extent of love the gods have for me and others when we are at our worst, most hurting, most blocked, most limited, most desiring of love we are afraid that we have lost. 

If you look at a fractal of a deity reaching down to touch the face of a being who is making dirty jokes with them, or seeing the deities’ aspects of majesty reflected in their limited and fragile forms, you are witnessing a communion nonetheless. It is no different from seeking to access a wider or different part of that fractal of divinity. The stages could be different, but the process is the same, and it takes the same humility and the same access of their vulnerable heart at the capacity that they can have trust.

I believe the gods allow us to see what we can see as a gift and that sometimes what we need to see is ourselves exactly as we are, and the gods, interacting with us as we are, and having love for us at the complexity of our lives, our choices, our struggles, our freedom, our faults. 

I don’t see irreverence in loving the gods –  as long as it is love – as a waste or an insult or a stain on the gods’ name. I see it as a blessing that they are able to love the facets of the being that I love as they are opening up to their own soul and journey in many forms– as many forms as there are human beings. 

I see it as a beautiful thing to love, because love saves us from isolation, love saves us from grief, love saves us from pain. And love opens our hearts to the wonders of the universe and to the woders of our deities, however much of them we are allowed to see at once, it is always beautiful.