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My Journey with Hel: A Story of Connection and Healing

༉‧₊˚. It has been a while since I’ve written a proper post. What started as a short break for my mental health after receiving devastating news spiraled into me getting physically sick as well. Such is the nature of chronic illness—it finds ways to remind you of its presence when you least expect it.

But today, I’m ready to return with something deeply personal. I realized that while I’ve mentioned my connection to Hel (Hela) in passing, I’ve never gone into detail about how this bond has shaped my life.

Before we dive in, a quick disclaimer: My blog often serves as a personal journal where I share my spiritual journey, my learning experiences, and the messy, beautiful chaos of life. My posts can get long and reflective, so if you’re here for bite-sized thoughts, this might not be for you. But if you’re curious about Hel, polytheism, or my personal experiences—or if you just enjoy deep dives into the soul—I welcome you to stay.

At the end of this post, I’ll share a couple of prayers to Hel that I’ve been learning, one that resonates deeply as I strive to honor her and grow within my practice.

For now, let me start from the beginning: the moment I first noticed her presence in my life.

How Hel Found Me

Not long ago, I was in the most toxic relationship of my life—a relationship I stayed in far too long. By the end of it, I felt broken, lost, and completely derailed. Even now, I’m still healing from the damage.

At my lowest, anxiety and depression were constant companions. I craved guidance, comfort, anything to anchor me. And then, as if the universe knew what I needed, my fascination with the afterlife reignited.

I’ve always been drawn to death—not in a morbid way, but in a curious, respectful way. Even as a child, I was fascinated by spirits and the unseen. My mother has photos of me pointing out orbs in the air, and if there is any interest then I am willing to share those photos. Samhain was always my favorite time of year, and as I grew older, I understood why: it’s when the veil between worlds is thinnest, when the energy of life and death feels most palpable.

I’ve never feared death itself, only the loss that comes with it. This perspective shaped my interests—true crime, forensic science, mortuary work—all rooted in a deep respect for the dead. For me, graveyards were never eerie; they were places of quiet reverence.

The Call of Hel

It wasn’t until after my breakup, when I began a journey of self-healing and soul-searching, that I recognized Hela’s presence. I wish I could pinpoint the exact moment, but I do remember it felt like finding an old friend.

As I read about her, I felt an undeniable connection. For hours, I devoured everything I could find, building a digital journal to keep track of my thoughts and discoveries (thank you, ADHD, for making my brain a whirlwind). What stood out the most throughout my research and ways to honor Hela:

“Living life to its fullest is important to Hel. She doesn’t want you to live a half-life dreading death; taking care of yourself mentally and physically is an act of devotion.”

It was like a light switched on. At that moment, everything clicked. I was tired of living in dread, and her wisdom felt like the key to healing.

Honoring Hel

From that day on, I began actively connecting with her. I created offering bowls, started researching her practices, and commissioned prayer beads disguised as a necklace—both for discretion and my constant battle with object permanence.

One of my favorite ways to communicate with Hela is through candles. I managed to associate the smell of her offering bowl as her request for communication or offerings, and often I burn a candle for her for those purposes. These small acts of devotion have become ritualistic, grounding me and reminding me to keep moving forward, even when life feels overwhelming.

Recently, I received my beautiful commissioned prayer bead necklace made of grey obsidian, moonstone, ox bone beads, and a silver pendant of a raven perched on a crescent moon.

Signs and Synchronicities

Even my mother’s friend, who works with Loki, confirmed through scrying that Hela was reaching out to me. That gave me the affirmation of her presence in my life—a confirmation that solidified my belief in this connection.

Since embracing her guidance, I’ve noticed my spiritual senses—or as I call my third eye—opening once again. I’ve started seeing orbs, just as I did as a child. Recently, I caught a glimpse of a woman’s apparition passing my door—her hair tied in a bun. These experiences feel like reminders that I’m on the right path, along with reoccurring angel numbers “123” I see daily only continue to confirm that feeling.

“According to numerology, this specific number sequence means that your guardian angel is letting you know your self-growth has been acknowledged and you are ready for your next step. The 123 angel number meaning is related to harmony with yourself, unity with others and spiritual advancement.”

A Journey of Gratitude

Honoring Hel has brought me clarity, confidence, and a sense of purpose. She has helped me see life through a lens of balance: respecting death while cherishing the vibrancy of living. I am endlessly grateful for her guidance and refuse to take this connection for granted.

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As for you, thank you for taking the time to read my story. If my words resonate with even one of you, I’ll consider this post a success.

May Hel guide you as she has guided me.

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As promised, here are some prayers I’ve been learning as part of my devotion to her:

“Hail to Hela, Keeper of the Dead. May your wisdom guide me, your strength embolden me, and your grace remind me of the balance between life and death. Hail to the Queen of the Underworld.”

“My beloved Queen of the Dead. Where many reject and fear you and deny and ignore you, I adore and honor you. My lovely Goddess of Twilight, of Eternal rest. I know my time here in Midgard is limited and should be cherished. But of all the worlds above and below. I’d be blissfully content cradled in your loving decayed embrace, rather than surrounded by the false acceptance from the realms above.”

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The one time I hoped my tarot deck would be wrong. I feel deeply disappointed and scared for the future of this country.

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•*a small moment of peace with my boy*•

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Announcement: Tarot Readings Now Available!

I am thrilled to announce that I am now offering tarot readings to the general public! Please take a moment to read through the details below before reaching out.

About Me:

Welcome! My journey in divination began with pendulum work, and over time, I discovered a tarot deck that deeply resonates with me. After months of dedicated practice and consistently accurate readings for friends and family, I now feel confident in opening my services to the wider community.

How to Book a Reading:

To book a reading, please visit my Instagram page and send a direct message or use the “Email” button to email me.

When reaching out, please include:

⤑ Your name

⤑ Your question(s)

⤑ The number of cards (1-3) you would like for your reading or if you were looking for a pendulum reading

Optional: If your Instagram profile doesn’t include a visible photo and you’d like to share one, feel free to attach it. This can help enhance the accuracy of your reading.

Note: If it is a simple yes-no question, I will do pendulum work instead. Please be specific.

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Reading Options and Pricing:

I focus on concise, situation-specific readings rather than in-depth analyses.

Due to my social anxiety, I do not offer live readings.

⤑ One Card Reading: $2

⤑ Two Card Reading: $4

⤑ Three Card Reading: $6

⤑ Pendulum Readings: $3

Note: The prices listed cover one question per reading. Additional questions can be added for $2 each.

⤑ One Question: no additional fee

⤑ Two Questions: +$2

⤑ Three Questions: +$4

What You’ll Receive:

You’ll receive a photo of the cards I pull along with a detailed written interpretation either through instagram or Email.

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Small Update: To keep it short, as you might remember, I was planning to ask my mother’s friend to see if he felt Hel’s presence around me. After some scrying, we finally have our answer—though it’s been clear for a while. She has been reaching out to me.

I knew in my heart that the cards, the candles, my intuition—they all pointed to her. But my mind loves to make me second-guess. Now, having others confirm her presence just feels grounding.

Deep down, I knew she was there. But I have that lovely gift of anxious overthinking—something so many of us know too well. It feels good to see how everything connects, to have the answers that bring it all together.

Side note: I noticed the day she first reached out to me was a Sunday, and I’ve read that both Saturday and Sunday are Hel’s days.

So, I need to work on trusting myself more. And I’m grateful she’s here to help guide me on the right path.

One last thing: I’m getting Hel prayer beads soon, so I’ll be posting about those. Keep an eye out!

Before we dive in, a heads-up: my posts can get a bit lengthy. But if you’re here for the journey, I’m grateful to have you along for the ride.

By now, you probably know I treat this blog as a bit of a personal journal. I love sharing my experiences because, in the end, maybe they’ll help someone else on their own path.

So, here we are—another update following yesterday’s post. I was so thrilled that someone understood what I’ve been going through that I just jumped right in without telling the whole story. Today, I’m here to fill in the gaps.

A little background about me—vulnerability included. My health, both mental and physical, isn’t always the best. I’ve had lifelong struggles with motivation (as I once shared in a post about Apollo), and that’s made keeping my home in order a real challenge. Living with chronic illness and dealing with mental dips has been frustrating, especially when I can’t keep up with the basic things I want to do, like cleaning.

That brings us back to the experience I mentioned yesterday. I left out a small detail initially, thinking it wasn’t significant, but here we go. I had been talking to Hel’s candle, seeking some kind of clarity, and naturally, I turned to something I trust deeply: my tarot deck.

With my mind racing at the thought of Hel reaching out, I struggled to form a question. Finally, I landed on something along the lines of, What am I experiencing in this connection?

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

The cards seemed to play along, either staying perfectly in place or scattering when my fingers fumbled. Heart pounding, I shuffled again.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Finally, a single card jumped out: Ten of Swords, Reversed. I felt a pang of nerves—we all know that swords can be intense. Still, I grabbed my guidebook, a precious one my mother wrote. She compiled meanings from her own journey, blending research and intuition. Her insight has guided me through so many readings.

With shaky fingers, I flipped to the page. The reversed Ten of Swords was full of healing—specifically, “Steady improvement in health and an indication that any losses are in the past.” At the time, it didn’t make much sense in the context of Hel, so I dismissed it, thinking maybe it was a misdraw.

But this morning, I woke up feeling…different. No nausea, no headache, none of the pain that usually plagues me. I felt strong, ready to tackle the cleaning I’d been putting off. I haven’t felt this good in ages. I got to work, making a dent in my to-do list, taking breaks but feeling genuinely fulfilled.

And then it clicked. Hel was showing me that I’d have the strength I needed, guiding me to reclaim some control over my life. It was her nudge to get up and take action. She was helping me.

So, of course, I thanked her in every way I could think of. I picked a fresh mum from my garden for her altar (and one for Aphrodite, because fairness is everything). I promised Hel I’d set up her altar before Apollo’s—a promise I’m genuinely excited to keep. I’ve never felt this kind of connection to a deity, not even Aphrodite reached out in my lowest moments quite like this.

I’ll admit, though, a part of me still questions if it’s really her. But my mom’s friend, who has an incredible gift for this kind of sensing, might be able to help confirm it. He once saw Freya watching over my mom without knowing she’d felt drawn to her, so I feel reassured in asking.

If you have gotten this far, thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate each of you who has joined me on this wild, unfolding journey.

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Before we dive in, a heads-up: my posts can get a bit lengthy. But if you’re here for the journey, I’m grateful to have you along for the ride.

By now, you probably know I treat this blog as a bit of a personal journal. I love sharing my experiences because, in the end, maybe they’ll help someone else on their own path.

So, here we are—another update following yesterday’s post. I was so thrilled that someone understood what I’ve been going through that I just jumped right in without telling the whole story. Today, I’m here to fill in the gaps.

A little background about me—vulnerability included. My health, both mental and physical, isn’t always the best. I’ve had lifelong struggles with motivation (as I once shared in a post about Apollo), and that’s made keeping my home in order a real challenge. Living with chronic illness and dealing with mental dips has been frustrating, especially when I can’t keep up with the basic things I want to do, like cleaning.

That brings us back to the experience I mentioned yesterday. I left out a small detail initially, thinking it wasn’t significant, but here we go. I had been talking to Hel’s candle, seeking some kind of clarity, and naturally, I turned to something I trust deeply: my tarot deck.

With my mind racing at the thought of Hel reaching out, I struggled to form a question. Finally, I landed on something along the lines of, What am I experiencing in this connection?

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

The cards seemed to play along, either staying perfectly in place or scattering when my fingers fumbled. Heart pounding, I shuffled again.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

Finally, a single card jumped out: Ten of Swords, Reversed. I felt a pang of nerves—we all know that swords can be intense. Still, I grabbed my guidebook, a precious one my mother wrote. She compiled meanings from her own journey, blending research and intuition. Her insight has guided me through so many readings.

With shaky fingers, I flipped to the page. The reversed Ten of Swords was full of healing—specifically, “Steady improvement in health and an indication that any losses are in the past.” At the time, it didn’t make much sense in the context of Hel, so I dismissed it, thinking maybe it was a misdraw.

But this morning, I woke up feeling…different. No nausea, no headache, none of the pain that usually plagues me. I felt strong, ready to tackle the cleaning I’d been putting off. I haven’t felt this good in ages. I got to work, making a dent in my to-do list, taking breaks but feeling genuinely fulfilled.

And then it clicked. Hel was showing me that I’d have the strength I needed, guiding me to reclaim some control over my life. It was her nudge to get up and take action. She was helping me.

So, of course, I thanked her in every way I could think of. I picked a fresh mum from my garden for her altar (and one for Aphrodite, because fairness is everything). I promised Hel I’d set up her altar before Apollo’s—a promise I’m genuinely excited to keep. I’ve never felt this kind of connection to a deity, not even Aphrodite reached out in my lowest moments quite like this.

I’ll admit, though, a part of me still questions if it’s really her. But my mom’s friend, who has an incredible gift for this kind of sensing, might be able to help confirm it. He once saw Freya watching over my mom without knowing she’d felt drawn to her, so I feel reassured in asking.

If you have gotten this far, thank you for taking the time to read this. I appreciate each of you who has joined me on this wild, unfolding journey.

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I’m absolutely GEEKING right now.

To begin with, I had to place Hel’s offering in a glass jar—mainly to contain the scent and prevent any unwanted visitors. But her bowl, this vessel of old, worn wood, still rests on her altar, and every time I catch its scent, it’s like she’s there.

Tonight, I decided to light a candle for Hel and let Aphrodite’s candle burn on her own altar. Hel’s setup is simple—a small travel altar, with a little black chime candle stuck to the lid. I hadn’t trimmed the wick, out of pure laziness, so the flame was larger than usual. But then, it grew to an unexpected size, dancing wildly, as if alive with intention.

I began to talk to the candle, speaking to it as though I were speaking directly to Hel. And I swear, as I spoke, she responded. The flame would sway, nodding and shaking, almost like it was alive. When I asked, “Am I crazy?” the flame seemed to shake its head no—a reassuring answer, direct and clear.

Even with a skeptical part of my mind trying to dismiss it, something incredible happened. My mom came out to where I was, and as I started telling her about my “conversation” with Hel’s candle, the flame flared up, pointing directly to the jar that held all of Hel’s offerings. I would’ve missed it if not for her noticing it, too. I felt pure elation. For once, someone else was there to witness this uncanny connection. When I asked if I could film, the answer was an unmistakable “no.”

I’m still reeling that she saw exactly what I’d been experiencing—the flame’s responses, its strange liveliness. I hope with all my heart that this truly is Hel, not a trickster spirit. Deep down, it feels like her.

Side Note: The flame never behaves as expected, and there’s no airflow to explain its movements. It was a breathtaking experience, and I couldn’t resist sharing it.

Edit [5:05 EST]: I have noticed after I burnt her candle the smell of her bowl had completely disappeared. I think she just wanted to talk. :)

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>>Just posting this here because it’s warped on my header.<<

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𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕠𝕥: 𝕄𝕪 𝕁𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

From the moment I discovered divination, I was hooked. There’s something mesmerizing about tapping into energies that resonate deeply within me. My journey began with a pendulum, and let me tell you—the surge of energy coursing through my hand and arm was nothing short of electrifying. I still vividly remember my first experience; my heart raced so fast it felt like it might leap from my chest.

But let’s not get sidetracked by the pendulum; this is about Tarot, after all.

A couple of months ago, I welcomed a beautiful tarot deck into my life. I took my time getting to know each card—shuffling, admiring, and keeping them close. I’ve mentioned in previous posts how significant that first real interaction was, but it deserves another spotlight.

When I first unwrapped my deck, I eagerly sifted through each card, captivated by the stunning artwork. One card stood out to me more than the rest: the Ace of Swords. I was instantly drawn to its imagery. You’ll find photos of my divination tools at the end, but trust me—this card is a beauty.

After a few days of bonding, I decided to do my first reading, just a simple one-card pull to get a feel for the deck.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

I split the deck, placing the bottom section on top, and pulled the top card.

Ace of Swords.

I was completely blown away. I had shuffled the deck thoroughly, relying purely on my intuition, and there it was—the very card I had fallen in love with.

That moment ignited a daily ritual of one-card readings, each time deepening my connection with the deck. Eventually, I evolved my practice to the point where I shuffle until a card literally flies out at me. To my astonishment, these cards always reflect the situation I’m facing—so much so that my mother and close friends have playfully accused my deck of being too brutally honest.

Let me be clear: I don’t do personal readings for anyone outside my close circle. Despite my growing connection to these cards and their accuracy, I still lack confidence in my abilities. My reading style is unconventional, and I know it might make some people uneasy. Honestly, I wouldn’t even know where to start if I were to read for someone else.

But…

I’ve shared all of this to highlight my experiences with Tarot and to let you know I have a digital tarot journal.

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[[Capturing the photo that had Aphrodite’s statue was a real struggle. No matter the setting on my phone or the angle I tried, the cards always came out blurry. Also, the pendulum in this photo isn’t my first; my first pendulum was made of rose quartz.]]

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𝔸𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠 & ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕤

Apollo and Hermes messing with everyone right now is honestly hilarious.

A huge part of this whole thing comes down to the TikTok algorithm just doing what it does—engage with something even a little, and you’re bound to see more of it.

But…

Still, part of me wonders if I should actually start working with Apollo. I’m not sure yet, though, because I need to get my own life together first. I’ve got to revamp Aphrodite’s altar and finally create one for Hel, so Apollo might have to wait a bit.

The reason I’m even considering it is because of what Apollo represents, but also because I was talking to my mom yesterday—she’s also a pagan and a witch—and telling her about the whole TikTok situation. You know, the supposed bet between Apollo, Hermes, and maybe even Aphrodite.

I joked with her, saying, “Maybe it’s a sign,” but since I was only seeing it on TikTok, I assumed it was just the algorithm doing its thing. But after a little bit of conversation with my mom, her and I started noticing more signs outside of that.

At one point, I half-jokingly said, “If this is a sign, then give me some damn motivation!” Playfully pleading because I’ve been going through a major rough patch, and my house needs serious cleaning—it is in bad shape due to both my mental and physical issues, to put it vaguely.

Yesterday, I was resting on the couch, feeling awful due to some health issues, and out of nowhere, I got the motivation to clean. Me being me, I tried to stay logical, telling myself it was probably just placebo. But I still thanked the gods, whether they played a part in it or not.

Last night, I told myself I needed to clean more today, again jokingly asking the gods for some motivation. I try not to ask too much of them—I just want the energy to clean my space and refresh their altars.

But today, I woke up feeling even worse, so bad I had to cancel my dentist appointment because I was worried I might throw up on them. Sorry for that mental image.

Anyway, I was lying on the couch, trying to shake off the awful feeling so I could start cleaning. I was thinking about where to begin, since I get overwhelmed easily (thanks, autism). I figured the bathroom would be a good start, but something nudged me to take care of my cats first. So, even with my queasy stomach, I managed to clean their boxes and take the trash out to the dump.

I know I need to take it slow for the sake of my health, but it feels good to finally have some motivation back. While I’d like to think most of it came from my own willpower, I’d also like to believe the gods gave me a little nudge in the right direction.

I can’t wait for my space to finally be clean, fresh, and ready so I can work with them in a better environment.

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Calling All Hel Devotees!

I have a big question since I’m still fairly new to working with Hel. I’ve been working with Aphrodite for four years, so this is a whole new experience for me, and I’m eager to learn!

Yes, this post is about the “Offering Bowls”—I promise I’ll be talking about more than just offering bowls soon, but this is the most pressing thing in my life right now.

So, to the Hel devotees out there… does the smell of death ever linger around your altar or offerings for her? I noticed that the offering bowl I set up smelled exactly like death—not the usual decay of food or herbs, but straight-up death, like something from a morgue.

What really threw me off was that when I smelled Aphrodite’s bowl, it was completely different—fresh, juicy apples and floral scents.

Here are a few excerpts from my journal that help explain this strange phenomenon I’ve been experiencing…

“Every now and then, I catch a whiff of something I can’t quite describe, and my mind instantly connects it to death—that sickly sweet scent. Whether it’s a blend of the previously mentioned aromas or something drifting in from outside, I may never know.”

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“At first, I thought it was just my Reverend Daughter wax melts mixed with the freshly burnt sandalwood—uncomfortably close to the smell of death. But then I sniffed Hel’s offering bowl.”

“Her bowl smells like decay—that same sickly sweet scent of death. It’s like stepping into a funeral home.”

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𝔸𝕟 𝕌𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖

I've been keeping a close eye on my offering bowls, especially Aphrodite’s, so I can remove the apple when it starts to rot. But recently, I noticed something interesting.

To check for rot, I always give each apple a gentle squeeze to see how decomposition is progressing. The other day, I picked up Aphrodite’s apple, gave it a light squeeze, and was completely baffled—it still felt fresh, ripe, and even safe to eat! (Though I put it back since I don’t feel comfortable eating offerings I give to my deities.)

Shortly after, I picked up Hel’s apple and gave it a squeeze. It was noticeably softer, showing the first signs of decay. I found it fascinating that Hel’s apple is deteriorating much faster than Aphrodite’s, even though they were from the same batch, picked from the same orchard at the same time.

I’m both baffled and undeniably ecstatic because this feels like a reassuring sign that my worship and devotion to these deities are being well-received.

Edit: I checked again today, and this continues to baffle me!

I gave Aphrodite’s apple a gentle squeeze (sounds like a euphemism, I know), and it’s still fresh and ripe!

Meanwhile, Hel’s apple is wrinkling, the skin dehydrating, and the flesh is softening.

As always, you will find more knowledge and entries in my Goddess Journal if you ever wanted to see more outside of what I just post here.

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𝕆𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕠𝕨𝕝𝕤

Today, while discussing my goddesses and practices with my best friend, I was inspired by her decision to follow a path of devotion to the Celtic goddess of war, death, and fate, Morrigan. Her enthusiasm motivated me to finally take action and make a devotional offering to my goddesses, after a long period of personal healing.

Usually, I place offerings for Aphrodite directly on her altar. However, I haven’t been able to create a proper altar for Hel*, so I decided on an alternative approach: offering bowls.

So, without further ado, I present my offering bowls! I’ll be color-coding sections to help you easily find the important information through my ramblings.

[Content Warning: Mentions of real animal bones, blood.]

Let’s start with Hel’s offering bowl. In my digital journal, I mentioned/found that it’s best to leave food offerings until they are completely rotted away. Once that happens, all non-perishable items will be thoroughly washed and returned to Hel for devotional purposes. Any perishable remnants will be buried and returned to the earth.

What’s Inside Hel’s Offering Bowl?

Let’s begin with the more unusual items:

- Animal bones and a small vial of my own dried blood.

This might sound intense, but everything was ethically collected. The dried blood comes from a series of stress nosebleeds I had during a difficult time in my life. Offering blood to Hel is said to be a way for her to accept your pain and sorrow, so it felt fitting to include this little bottle of ground dried blood. The small animal bones are from a poultry dinner I had years ago. Initially, I saved them for work with another deity, but it turns out Hel was the one calling to me.

Now, for the rest of the offerings: In the bowl, there’s a Viking apple from my local orchard, honoring "Hel’s Orchard." There are also chunks of black obsidian and rainbow moonstone. Along with these, I’ve included crushed dried rose petals, dried yarrow buds, and dried rosebuds. To complete the offering, I added a black chime candle and a stick of myrrh incense.

Next is Aphrodite’s Offering Bowl.

For her, I’ll be removing the apple at the first sign of rot or decay—I like to keep her offerings as neat and beautiful as she is.

What’s Inside Aphrodite’s Offering Bowl?

Not to quote a popular meme, but compared to Hel’s bowl, Aphrodite’s is very mindful and demure.

Her bowl contains crushed dried rose petals and dried rosebuds, complemented by a scoop of crushed basil and a few sticks of cinnamon. There is a small collection of shells, including an “aura” shell*. Alongside the shells, I placed a chunk of rose quartz, a heart-shaped rose quartz, and a piece of angel aura quartz.

She was also given a Viking apple from my local orchard, as the apple is one of Aphrodite’s sacred fruits. To finish, I included a pink chime candle and a stick of myrrh incense.

Closing Thoughts

I found so much joy in creating these offering bowls, and I encourage you to try making one for your own deity—I’m sure they would appreciate it.

One last note: While assembling these bowls, I noticed a good few similarities in the offerings for both goddesses, which I found fascinating! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading through this, and thank you for taking the time to read my little post about the goddesses I am devoted to.

* For now, I have a mini or travel-sized altar for Hel in an old mint tin until I can create a proper altar.

* When I refer to “aura,” I'm talking about a treatment used on quartz, where platinum and silver are bonded with pure quartz to create “angel aura quartz,” which has a similar effect.

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𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒫𝑜𝓈𝓉

Updated: [11/01/2024]

It's about time I properly introduce myself and this page!

Hi everyone! I'm Kayla—but if that feels a bit too formal, you can call me Kyy. I started this Tumblr about a year ago, and if you've seen my first post about my altar, you already have a glimpse of my journey. Now, let's dive a little deeper!

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Get to Know Me!

- 2002 ☀️♉️ 🌙♐️ 👆♌️

- She/her [but I'm flexible with pronouns]

- Lesbian

- Eclectic Pagan

- Tarot reader [I do offer readings]

- Crystal collector

- Shadow worker *

- Polytheist [Hellenic + Norse]

- 4/20 friendly 🍃

* I started my shadow work in this journal, and I highly recommend it!

What to Expect!

This page is a space where I share my journey with others who follow a similar path!

[Edit: 10/19/24] I plan to mainly use this blog as a personal journal, but the text above still applies.

Quick Reminder: Everyone’s practice is unique. If our paths differ, that’s perfectly fine! Your devotion and spiritual journey should be personal to you—feel free to incorporate whatever resonates with you from others’ practices!

I am devoted to Aphrodite, the Hellenic goddess of love, beauty, and desire, and Hel, the Norse goddess of death and the underworld.

[Edit: 10/28/24] I’ve recently started worshipping Apollo too, something I once swore I’d never do! But as I’ve grown, I’ve come to see how following him can bring incredible benefits to so many aspects of my life.

I am now also beginning to follow Apollo, the hellenic god of archery, poetry, music, art. knowledge, light, the sun, and more.

Tags Guide!

“#echos of my journey” = My personal journal entries.

“#sacred visions” = Photos I have taken or collages I have made.

“#whispers and insight” = My burning questions along with answers any asks that I receive.

“#shadows of the cards” = My tarot readings and offers.

Thank you for visiting, and thank you for reading my little introduction! 💋

[eclecticpagann]

Rain at Gio-ji temple // 雨 ♡

[eclecticpagann]

Happy to be a Willow tree 💗🍃

Celtic Zodiac (Trees)

The Celtic Zodiac is an astrological system that is based on the beliefs and mythology of the ancient Celts, who lived in Europe during the Iron Age and Medieval Periods. The Celtic Zodiac is closely related to the Irish, Welsh, and Scottish cultures, and it is believed to have originated in Ireland around 500 BCE.

The Celtic Zodiac is based on the cycle of the moon and consists of thirteen signs, each of which is associated with a specific tree or plant. Each sign represents a different personality type, and each person is believed to be born under a particular sign.

The thirteen signs of the Celtic Zodiac are:

Birch (December 24 - January 20)

Rowan (January 21 - February 17)

Ash (February 18 - March 17)

Alder (March 18 - April 14)

Willow (April 15 - May 12)

Hawthorn (May 13 - June 9)

Oak (June 10 - July 7)

Holly (July 8 - August 4)

Hazel (August 5 - September 1)

Vine (September 2 - September 29)

Ivy (September 30 - October 27)

Reed (October 28 - November 24)

Elder (November 25 - December 23)

Each sign is associated with specific traits and characteristics, and these are believed to be influenced by the tree or plant that is associated with the sign. For example, people born under the Birch sign are said to be creative and motivated, while those born under the Reed sign are believed to be empathetic and intuitive.

The Celtic Zodiac was an important part of Celtic culture, and it was used for both personal and societal purposes. The signs were used to determine the best time for planting and harvesting crops, as well as for predicting the future and making important decisions. Today, the Celtic Zodiac is still studied and used by those who are interested in Celtic culture and astrology.