[Ra speaks]: I am the one who made heaven and who established it in order to place the bas of the gods within it. I shall be with them for eternity which time begets. My ba is Magic. It is older than time. The ba of Ra is in Magic throughout the entire land.
The Book of the Heavenly Cow
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It’s okay. Everyone’s survival looks a little bit like death sometimes.
Andrea Gibson, Angels of the Get Through (via rrrrrogue)
I asked God “why do you still love me, why after all the things I’ve done you still want my heart?” He answered me “I made you for me. And as long as you let me, I will save you from yourself.
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1. You must let the pain visit.
2. You must allow it teach you.
3. You must not allow it overstay.
Ijeoma Umebinyuo, three routes to healing (via cosmofilius)
I know my gods are real. They have enabled me to withstand you.
James Baldwin, No Name in the Street
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Nobody has ANY right to judge or dictate what relationships between gods or humans should look like, even if they are devotees of the god in question.
Why, you ask? Because the gods don’t want the same things from all of us, and the idea that they would want that is absurd. What a god asks of you may not be the same as what a god asks of anyone else. If you truly believe and profess that the gods are real and autonomous beings with agency, you have absolutely no way of knowing what that god may be saying to anyone else any more than you would absolutely know what any other human said to that person unless you were in the same room.
Don’t fight your demons. Your demons are here to teach you lessons. Sit down with your demons and have a drink and a chat and learn their names and talk about the burns on their fingers and scratches on their ankles. Some of them are very nice.
Unknown (via mrvonnegut)
The Gods we worship write their names on our faces; be sure of that. And a man will worship something … That which dominates will determine his life and character. Therefore it behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping we are becoming.
Ralph Waldo Emerson (via graveskeeper)
So when someone asks if the Gods are cosmic and universal or if They are local and individual, I want to say YES OF COURSE. Or, “Which ones do you mean?” I want to say, “I don’t know, and you don’t either! Who can have lived long enough to have met Them all?” I think that if we have any awareness of the multi-scaled infinitude of the universe we live in, if nothing else we have to maintain some humility about the scope of what we know, and ever can know. And I think it strongly suggests that the Gods include ALL OF THE ABOVE. Local spirits-of-place Gods, like the tiny endemic population of this-kind-of-poppy-with-the-spot-on-its-petals which has only ever been found on one mountain in one county in one land. Gods of landscapes: this river, this mountain, this desert. Gods of natural forces and structures. Thunder Gods, snow-and-winter Gods, wildfire Gods, moon Gods. Cultural Gods: the Gods of the Celts, the Saxons, the Nubians, the Saami, the Maya. Gods of cycles and systems: of spring, the tides, the night. Gods of human patterns and motive forces: civilizing Gods, Gods of love and war, of justice and sovereignty and truth. Gods of cosmic forces: decay, death, rebirth, time, eternity, space. Gods who are mysterious intersections of multiple forms of power. Gods who are simply Themselves and show up in whatever milieux and culture They feel like tomorrow. Gods with no face. Gods who are nothing but the endless omnipotent life force endlessly taking shape in all things.
Morpheus Ravenna, Polytheism: How hard do you like it? (via teheru)
stumbled into the attention of gods you never really believed in until they had their talons and claws deep inside you, scratching and marking you as theirs in a way as ancient as humanity itself
you spend hours scribbling down the counsel of gods who touch your soul, meditating on broken, disjointed whispers and images surfacing from the depths of your mind, the gods’ divine counsel flickering in and out like a faulty lightbulb in a dimly lit room, you struggle and strain to find meaning through the strobe-lighted, dusty air
in another time you might have been called holy but in this age you are only called strange. you are a relic from a different time; the devotee new and improved, now with an iPhone and automobile. your crystals and incense and tarot cards sit next to DVDs and Pokémon merch, you provide offerings of Coca-Cola and potato chips, all the riches of a modern era where the gods are all but forgotten
‘sacred’ used to mean gilded and quiet and sterile, unreachable -to commune with the gods was a privilege for the wealthy and powerful- but now the earthly perks are gone and so are the limitations. the gods select who they please, from under the high school bleachers smoking a joint or sitting in the pews during Sunday morning Mass, from the gutters or the libraries or sitting alone in a cheap bug-infested apartment late into the night, they find you and let you know those old stories are true, they are here
and oh, do they ever have plans for you.
I’ve read many posts about gods in the modern era but where are the posts for the humans they snatch up?
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