like i really fuckin love those modern gods posts.
but think about: modern worshipers
-college kids offering food stolen out of their cafeteria
-eshrines made by kids whose parents wont allow altars
-teenagers with their hair tucked into a trucker hat because they are unable to veil properly for their gods
-offerings of boones farm and mikes hard lemonade
-skin covered in classical tattoos devoted to the gods
-stereos blaring musical offerings of carefully crafted playlists
-children learning to love gods they were taught as myths
-high school students acing their lit test on the Iliad because they already have itab half memorized
THIS IS WHAT I AM HERE FOR
This is what it is for a lot of us.
100% this is my life ^^
Yeah, no imagining required, guys.
The secret desk drawer stash of Keurig cups you ordered at your own expense because it’s the special devotional coffee blend.
Business development leads at 9 am, going into the presentation that will make or break the seven-figure deal, mumbling their gods’ names under their breath over and over as they mentally run through the presentation for the thousandth time in the past twelve hours till the room quiets and the pitch begins.
That feel when super heavy crunch week at the office is also super heavy incoming gnosis week and super heavy experiential overwhelm week.
Middle-aged marketing managers quietly having important conversations with their gods in the liminal space of the daily subway commute.
(Sorry, but I’ve seen this post about 20 times and keep resisting the urge to point out that older modern devotees exist, and this reblog caught me at a time when I was exhausted enough because of item three to give in.)
Scientists sacrificing test mice to the Gods for success. (happens)
Chemist making colourful flames before an important synthesis to please the Gods of Trouble and not have them interfere.
Drawing sigils onto the bottoms of reaction flasks.
@grimnirs-child @secondgenerationimmigrant look we’re not alooone
This is so beautiful. I’m so glad to hear that more of us exist and worship this way.
MOAR. I have to go out immediately rn but we so need to start a science pagans tag or thread or something.
The frazzled mother that breaks down in tears the minute she closes the door when telling her child goodnight, harried prayers of thanks to Demeter for helping her get through the day.
The house wife whispering prayers of thanks to Athena when dousing her pan in olive oil, lighting a candle to Hestia to reflect on while she cooks, peeling potatoes over the sink and thanking Demeter for her bounty.
Stealing an extra hour after everyone has gone to sleep to serve her gods Their offerings and give them a hello prayer of thanks. Not because it needs to be a secret, but because that’s the only time she gets unquestionable alone time.
Having a fight with her spouse and desperately praying to Hera to help her see how to make it right. Leaving Her offerings of thanks before they celebrate their wedding anniversary.
Seeing the stretch marks covering her abdomen, and the fine lines starting to come in under her eyes and praying to Aphrodite to help her continue to love herself in her aging body.
Stealing away from everyone while having a day at the beach to have a devotional swim with Poseidon.
Running errands in an unfamiliar part of town and having a chat with Hermes about not getting lost.
Hephaestus, please bless my car, because I can not afford another maintenance bill right now.
Thanking Athena for Her solid support and cool strength of mind while steering her family and life through yet another crisis.
Lighting a candle to Hermes when paying the bills.
Thanking Hermes for a clear road to walk across on on my way to work because I almost got hit by a fucking car that one time.
Keeping small altars at your work desk.
Listening to devotional playlists while working.
Apologizing for being too tired from work to give offerings.
Feeling your gods around you on bad mental health days.
Seeing animals associated with your god makes your whole day better.
this is literally how my life are. and also-
stuck in traffic on your way to work, thanking Hermes for the opportunity to appreciate the view.
waking up super early on the weekend, cuddling in bed with your spouse and the baby, thanking Hera for your family.
taking the dog for a walk in the middle of the night, sending your love way up to the crescent moon for Artemis.
trying to grow yet another tomato plant in a small pot on you window cause it’s a very urban neighborhood, praying Demeter as you pour in the dirt.
having a philosophical discussion with Hades about life and death, no one will know better, and asking him to send your mom a hug in the end.
Saying hello to the hawks you see overhead, knowing that Artemis is always keeping watch over you.
Buying a small Pom and splitting it into two cups, one to drink and one to pour into the earth because it’s father’s day and Haides has looked after you when you had no one else to lean on.
Sleeping in late and praying to Hermes as you get ready, begging him to delay the bus so you can still reach it.
Asking Athena for patience when bigots spout their ignorance at you.
Smiling at all the thorny, poisonous, dangerous flowers you see because they remind you of the Lady Persephone, the wildest of roses.
Yelling at Zeus to calm his tits when thunder rumbles in the distance.
Spending time by the ocean, by yourself, feet in the foam that birthed the Lady Aphrodite and singing into the biting wind that carries your voice to Amphitrite below the waves.
Composing poems to the Lord Apollon as you fly on a plane and the sun paints the horizon red.
The Chaos Bitches 