#disabled worshipper

[crazycatsiren]

I am exhausted and my body aches all over, but I am filled with love, and my faith remains with the gods.

[guard-dog-boyfriend]

💙A General Guide to Taking Care of a Disabled Darling (From a Disabled Yandere)💙

Hiya everyone! I saw someone make a guide on this and wanted to add some more in depth detail as a disabled yandere so I can give you all the best advice on keeping and caring for your darling. Admittedly as someone who's disabled, nothing makes me want to be away from someone more than someone who is ableist so if you want to keep a darling with a disability it's best to be informed. I'm going to approach this as if you are in an active relationship with someone just because that's where a lot of my perspective comes from (as well as from the perspective of my personal disabilities) but if you all want any more advice please tell me! Anyways onto the list!

(Long post below)

1.) Research, research, research

If your darling tells you what specific conditions they deal with write it down. Remember it. Anything. And when you get a spare moment, I want you to pour yourself into research for that condition and generally how disabled people are treated. If you are an able-bodied yandere, you are not immune to ableism and that is the number one thing that will push your darling away. Learn everything you can about their condition. What may help one disability may hurt another. Also if you and your darling are on good terms don't be afraid to ask questions! Take note of what personally helps them. Good example, while hot water is known to help with joint pain and muscle aches it can be really bad for disabilities that cause light headedness and vertigo like POTS (postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome) so knowing what you're dealing with can give you a leg up.

As a general note, try to avoid telling them to exercise, meditate, do yoga, go on a diet, etc. If that stuff could fix out conditions we already would have done it, and for certain conditions, it can make symptoms worse. Please listen to your darling on what they specifically need. Become an expert on every facet of them and their opinions on their disability. If you're reading this you're probably a yandere so it's not exactly like research is hard for us.

2.) Have supplies on hand

Being disabled and going anywhere usually requires some level of forethought, or effort. So try making it easier by having supplies on hand. Here's a list of stuff I keep on me at all times to aid with m disabilities when I'm out in the wild!

Pain meds of choice

Instant hot packs

Instant cold packs

Hot and cold pain cream (BIOFREEZE IS EXPENSIVE BUT IT WORKS SO WELL)

Electrolyte drink or drink mix with water

Compression items for different joints

Blood pressure reader of some kind (I use a fitbit tbh)

Headphones

Sunglasses (Sun is to bright, don't judge)

Fidget toys

My mobility aid

Now this is what I personally carry on myself. What you can carry for your darling is going to vary on who they are, where they stand in your life and what their disabilities are. (Note: If you know someone with POTS and they have a flare up, being able to provide an electrolyte drink during the episode may help get you on their good side, especially if they know you as someone they can rely on for that. Don't hold me to that advice all I know is I would probably marry someone if they did that for me lmao.)

Adjust to what they personally need. There's a lot of other items that could be useful to have on hand depending on what their disabilities are, such as different types of OTC meds you could grab, specific compression items, heart rate monitors, glucose monitors, vomit bags, incontinence products, if legal marijuana products, etc. It's all based on what they struggle with which is why step one is research. You can't build a medical supply kit if you don't know what you're trying to treat.

3.) Be their advocate

This is the me lecturing you about ableism section. Your darling whether physically or mentally disabled has to put up with a LOT of bullshit. Ableism is very deeply rooted in our society, so often you're gonna see your darling in certain situations. Strangers asking whats wrong with them, people claiming they don't have what they say they have, saying their faking for attention, saying they don't really need XYZ support item, etc. You need to learn to defend your darling the correct way.

It's going to vary from person to person, from situation to situation, but your best bet is shutting shit like that down. some stranger walks up to your wheelchair using yandere and asks what's wrong with them? Tell them your darlings medical history is none of their business. Someone says their lazy for using their supports? Stand up for them. Say they need these supports and being on a fair playing field with everyone else isn't lazy. At a doctor's appointment and your darling is AFAB and the doctor's trying to blow off their symptoms? Tell them what you've seen. Ask the doc what they would do if your darling wasn't AFAB. Tell them to mark lack of treatment in charts. Make the doctors cover their asses. You in these settings are your darling's biggest resource.

But also...

4.) Learn when to shut the fuck up. Don't put your foot in your mouth.

You (if you are an able bodied yandere, which is my target demographic with this) reading this, probably struggle a lot with being ableist and don't even realize. This is where listening to others is gonna win you a lot of brownie points. Sometimes, you need to advocate, sometimes, especially in disabled spaces with your darling, you need to learn to shut the fuck up and listen. It will usually benefit you greatly to not speak over your darling in these settings because it can give you a lot of useful info on how to deepen your relationship and also not be an ass to them. In the beginning, there's going to be times where you say hurtful shit. Move your pride to the side and apologize. You are not immune to having bigoted ideals. General rule of thumb, if your darling wants to speak first, let them, you can give input afterwards. And if they specifically tell you to shut up in a certain setting because you're talking over them, shut up.

5.) Okay now for the fun stuff. Love languages!

With people who struggle with disabilities, they may express their love languages in different ways. Acts of service may carry more weight if your darling really struggles with tasks. Quality time may matter more if they're bed ridden and bored out of their mind. Here is a very general guide of love language actions for disabled darlings.

Acts of Service:

Cleaning their room for them

Doing the dishes

Taking out trash

Doing their laundry

Making doctor's appointments for them

Taking them to and from doctor's appointments

Refilling and picking up their prescriptions

Quality Time:

If they're in a pain flare, keep them company, even if it's just napping with them!

Watch shows with them if they're struggling with doing anything that requires a lot of movement.

Run errands with them, so they can have help with difficult tasks like carrying heavy objects, or talking to customer service representatives.

If they're unable to leave the house but able to move a little bit, suggest video games, board games, or some fun low energy activity together

Go to doctor's appointments with them. Like be in the physical room. You'd be surprised how much it helps if your darling wants the assistance.

Words of Affirmation:

ENCOURAGE THEM

SERIOUSLY BEING DISABLED IS SO FUCKING HARD

THEY GOT OUT OF BED TODAY? PRAISE THEM!

THEY DECIDED TO MAKE A MEAL INSTEAD OF EATING ONLY DORITOS? PRAISE THEM!

EVERYTHING THEY DO REQUIRES MORE EFFORT THAN THE NORMAL HUMAN YOU BETTER FUCKING BE PRAISING THEM FOR THAT SHIT

Physical Touch:

Okay, gonna get the caveat out of the way, some conditions will cause physical touch to be painful. Find out from your darling if that's the case. Otherwise...

Does your darling struggle with hygiene? Do they trust you enough to be naked in front of you? Shower together. Not even in a horny way, taking showers while disabled fucking sucks man. Having someone to help me wash myself helps a lot. Bonus points if shower chair is involved.

Massages. If your loved one needs a lot of creams or ointments, put them on for them, work them in carefully. If they're more pain treatments, a deeper massage may also help work those knots out. Just be careful and be gentle and slow. Listen to your darling. Pay attention to their responses. Whether they're leaning into or away from how hard you're kneading. Just communicate clearly for this. Don't hurt them on accident

Cuddles. I'm gonna be blunt. Sometimes, your darling will end up stuck in bed barely able to do anything. Cuddle them. Being stuck is so much less lonely that way. Also bonus points for nap time being a quality time thing.

Help them with "intimate" tasks they may struggle with. Showering together goes in this category but for a broader purpose, this category exists. Once again this has to have that layer of trust, but this is things like helping them get dressed, helping them feed themselves, helping them brush their teeth or manage their hair (PLEASE DO RESEARCH ON THEIR HAIR TYPE FOR THIS).

Receiving Gifts:

Help them pay for medical supplies if you can afford it. It doesn't need to be a power chair. If you want to just buy someone some ibuprofen, or a heating pad, or just like... some small item that may help them, I promise you it will matter. If they mention running low on a critical medical supply that's OTC and you have the money for, just buy it for them.

Buying them things that can keep them entertained in bed or inside the house is also a really nice thoughtful item.

STREAMING SERVICES!!! IF YOU CAN PAY FOR A SUBSCRIPTION OF THEIR CHOICE TO ANY STREAMING SERVICE THEY WANT. GIVE THEM SOMETHING TO BINGE WATCH WITH YOU WHILE STUCK IN BED.

This one is a little more tailored to me, but if your darling is like me and appreciates monthly subscription boxes with surprise items in them, consider a "spoonie" or "chronic illness" box. They are usually pretty surface level stuff but the items in them tend to be nice and veer in the self care category so it's an option to consider.

Don't give them "Get well soon cards" unless you know FOR CERTAIN that whatever is plaguing them right now can actually get well soon. Most disabilities you can't recover from. There is no "get well soon" for most of us. Don't give us a reminder of that.

Anyways! That's my list. Feel free to add onto this if you all have any other ideas. If you're ableist in my notes, I freely block and report so don't test me.

Have a nice day!

(I didn't proofread this, please cut me some slack if this is all over the place)

[wawhii]

Religious fictive talk once again.

If you're going to be strange on this post, especially about my source, don't fucking read it.

[wildharesandboundteeth]

Sometimes, I'm in a too messed up state to do my usual weekly offerings, especially recently. And instead of being pissed they check up on me. I love them so goddamn many!

Should I feel bad bc I didn't study tarot or take a walk in the sunlight, and feeling like I'm disappointing Hermes and Apollo?

orrrrr should I remember that I spent most of today experimenting with a new coding language and singing my favorite songs while I did it, and that doing things that I'd do anyway with them in mind is still a form of worship?

Probably the latter.

ANDDDD the gods are understanding of neurodivergence and the many other reasons worship might vary from day to day!! and thinking about and loving them is enough, and that anything else is extra! I gotta remember that too!!

[pythianvisions]

Placing my inhalers on my altar to bless them

[wheneverfeasible]

Because I’m terrible and the plots won’t leave me alone, I’ve now got an idea based on this post about a demon who feasts on pain and suffering being a medical practitioner for the chronically and terminally ill and the patients fully loving it. And then my brain rot had to say “make it Steddie” because I’ve lost all control of my life.

—

cw: terminal illness, minor and major character death (with a happy ending tho)

But imagine it. Eddie is a demon, a low ranking one at that originally. He gets a job at a medical facility for the chronically/terminally ill. Over time at the happy and consensual feasting he really does become one of the strongest demons because he’s constantly fed to the brim and he even has human worshippers, not that they’re traditional worshippers.

No, his followers are little old senior citizens who slip him butterscotch candies and other sweets they’re not supposed to have, which technically count as offerings. They thank him for his work, because he does actually take care of their bodies as well and even listens to their life stories, which count as praise and worship. They love and are devoted to him and they bring in their friends and family who are suffering too and Eddie’s accidental cult grows.

One day, things change. A young man, an anomaly in his youth, is brought in by parents who no longer wish to be burdened by their disabled son. Steve just shrugs it off and moves in with a smile, seemingly fine with being abandoned by his parents because he dared to be anything other than perfectly healthy.

He puts around the facility in his terry cloth robe and slippers on some days, others he dresses up in polos and slacks or even jeans when he’s feeling more casual, and always with a smile on his face. He makes those around him smile and laugh too, and his cheeks get pinched and he’s slipped candies too and he listens to others’ stories and he seems happy and content.

But Eddie feeds on his pain and suffering all the same, knows that behind that smile is a young boy who was told he probably wouldn’t live to see 30, who listens to the older folks knowing he would never get to live a life like that. Eddie knows that sometimes Steve cries himself to sleep at night.

Over time, Eddie and Steve grow closer. Steve hadn’t believed that Eddie was a demon at first, had thought it all just a joke, until one night Mr. Wozniak was laying in his bed, and Steve hadn’t meant to overhear, but he was passing by and the door was cracked open.

“Will I go to Hell now?” Mr. Wozniak was asking, but he seems peaceful all the same, like the thought wasn’t the terrifying ordeal so many people thought it was.

“No, sweetheart,” Eddie was saying, but his voice sounds a little off, huskier, like…like brimstone sat in his throat. “I’ve never claimed your soul. It’s still your own. Go find Irena. She’s been waiting for you for too long.”

Irena, Steve knew from speaking with Mr. Wozniak, was his young wife who had died decades earlier.

“Will I get to see you again?”

Eddie’s long fingers reach out, his nails long and sharp, dark in a way that was not nail polish. He lightly and gently strokes the papery skin of Mr. Wozniak’s cheek. “You will be at peace. You will find the afterlife is so much more than this Good-vs-Evil rhetoric so popular in this plane of existence. Go in peace, my child, and should you wish it, perhaps one day we might meet again.”

Mr. Wozniak smiles at that, and he closes his eyes with a softly whispered, “Irena, I’m coming…”

A moment later, he was gone.

Steve watches as Eddie seems to grow smaller, appear more normal, and though he knows he should be terrified, he isn’t. Instead he continues on his way, letting the knowledge of more percolate in his brain, though by the next morning when news of Mr. Wozniak’s passing spreads and Eddie assures everyone that he passed away peacefully and in no pain, Steve knows Eddie speaks the truth and he realizes that nothing has changed. Eddie is still Eddie.

They continue to grow closer. He spends more time with Eddie, lets Eddie in fully on how much he hurts, and tells the demon that he wished things had been different and that they could have met under better circumstances.

Eddie tells him that he never enjoyed the taste of regret. It was far too bitter.

They fall in love, encouraged by their friends in the facility new and old, who don’t seem to care that he is a mortal with a short life expectancy and Eddie is an immortal demon lord. What is all that in the face of true love?

And then it happens, and Steve is the one lying in bed, knowing his time has come. He smiles up at Eddie and decides not to regret any of it, not wanting their final moments to be flavored with bitterness.

“Stevie,” Eddie whispers mournfully, and he’s beautiful. It’s not his full true form, but his eyes are a dark blood red, his teeth elongated into sharp fangs, and his pale skin veined with reds and blacks. Horns curl out from his curly hair.

“You said once that I get to be with my loved ones after this,” Steve says, still smiling, and he reaches up to cup Eddie’s jaw with a weakened hand. Eddie nods against him, and Steve wonders if all demons can cry, or if it’s just his. “Then take my soul, darling. It already belongs to you.”

Eddie flinches back, like Steve knew he would, because souls are not little things. Eddie had explained before, after everything, that he didn’t even actually deal in souls, that that wasn’t the sort of demon he was. Steve had asked if he could, on a technicality, and Eddie had paused because saying yes, any demon could, but souls were priceless. When you gave one up to a demon, you gave up everything. You would be theirs until the end of days. Eddie had said he wasn’t that sort of demon.

“Baby, no,” Eddie breathes now, shaking his head gently enough not to dislodge Steve’s hand. “You would be—”

“Yours,” Steve interrupts. “But I already am. You already own my heart. I now willingly give you my soul. All you have to do is accept it.”

And Eddie protests, at first, because Steve is giving him complete control over him for eternity. Steve gives it freely with open arms, and in the end, Eddie can do nothing but accept it. He tells Steve that he doesn’t know if demons have souls or not, but his belongs to Steve just as assuredly as his own heart does.

Steve’s final mortal breath is gifted into Eddie’s crimson mouth, full of peace and love and the understanding that this thing between them will always beat eternal.

It turns out that, whether it was still unknown if all demons had souls, Eddie was the sort that does.

And it also turns out that, when you’re gifted a demon lord’s soul, you become a demon too.

Eddie’s cult ends soon after, disbanded into non-existence. In its place, however, rises a new one that worships not just one demon caretaker, but two as Eddie is soon joined by another with floppy brown hair and sparkling brown eyes that for once smiles without hidden pain. They take care of their charges, gently coax them into eternal rest when it’s their time, and together prove that true love is forever.

[orsinium-scholar]

A list of Orcish saints in the 4th era.

(Note by the archivist: Due to changing religious trends, some orcish saints have had a tendency to have their status as saints revoked or denied if they held beliefs that the current religious majority deemed heretical. Due to the prevalence of Trinimalacath (Praise the two-in-one), these saints may now be opening worshipped no matter their choice of worship, as it is no longer deemed heretical to worship only one aspect of Trinimalacaths might.)

Saint Bazrag: Inheritor of the throne of Second Orsinium after the death of Kurog. Despite his reluctance, Bazrag led the young Second Orsinium well. He is the patron saint of lost causes and painful duties.

Saint Baloth: Patron saint of war and noble combat. Also preyed to by those struggling with disabilities, that they may be granted his strength and perseverance. Following the discovery that Baloth and Shinji were both the victims of an assassin so King Joile could remove two powerful warriors from his way at once, he is now also considered the saint of those betrayed by those they trusted.

Saint Algraz: Patron saint of healing. A healer for the temple of Trinimac during the early 4th era, Algraz was among the refugees fleeing Nova Orsinium. During the march, cholera broke out amongst the fleeing refugees. Algraz worked without rest for three days, saving hundreds of lives, before contracting the illness herself and perishing. She is prayed to by healers and those combatting disease in their community.

Saint Greshin: A legionnaire during the attack on Nova Orsinium, Greshin used her body to block the path of a fleeing colomn of refugees, facing down a Breton horde by herself to buy them time. According to legend, the entire Breton army was found dead, with Greshins body lashed to a stone so that she could face them on her feet even with her grievous injuries. The image of Greshin tied to her stone is a common motif among the military, and her last stand is held up as an example to every orcish soldier. She is the patron saint of martyrs, last stands, and soldiers.

Saint Gortwog gro-Nagorm: Bringer of peace and freedom, fighting to restore our personhood. No house in Orsinium is complete without a shrine to Gortwog. He is prayed to by those battling a righteous cause.

Saint Solgra: A martyr to Trinimac (though historical proof she did indeed perish is shaky and fragmented). Solgra strove valiantly to spread the word of Trinimac during the second era, and was a victim of the sectarian violence that was prevalent at the time. Whether she was slain by Malacath worshippers for heresy or by the extremist Trinimac worshippers, the Vosh Rahk as part of their plan to seize power, is a matter of furious (and often physical) debate. Known to be a kind woman, Solgra has become the patron saint of orphans and lost children.

Saint Agronak: A controversial addition to the list, St Agronak has never received an official canonization. He is considered the patron saint of the discarded and unwanted, of beggers, exiles and those unwillingly infected with vampirism. Still referred to as the Grey Prince, he is beloved by those so worn and beaten down they feel themselves beneath the notice of other saints.

[temple-of-apollon]

Temple To Apollo

Hello, welcome to the Temple Of Apollo, where we worship the God Apollo. This blog is a digital place of worship, so please stay respectful and keep fandoms away. This is a safe space for queer people, people with disabilities and mental illnesses, systems, and people of color.

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I am Coral, a hellenic and pagan worshipper. I worship many, but the main deity I worship is Lord Apollo. I go by any pronouns but masculine ones, and I am an adult, although this blog is aimed for 16+. I am not a Priestess, because I don't feel like I deserve that title and I don't want people to think I am the only person with authority to speak about Apollo.

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[lafemmemacabre]

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🦇 TME • they/them (ENG) & elle (ESP) • 32

🦇 Lesbian • femme4butch • monogamous • married 🥰 (April 12th, 2024)

🦇 Chilean • mixed non-Black Latine • ENG & ESP

🦇 Hellenic Polytheist 🏺🏛️ (Culturally Catholic)

Aphrodite & Ares devotee // Hera, Persephone, Dionysus, Hermes & Apollo worshipper.

🦇 Goth since '07 • HEAVY preference for 90s goth

🦇 Autistic • multiply chronically ill • ambulatory rollator user (aka I'd love to use it full time but right now it's impossible 🫠)

🦇 Communist • anti-psychiatry • feminist

DNI ~ Not that it stops the wrong people, but...

No lesbophobes, misogynists, biphobes, transmisogynists, transphobes or homophobes.

No transandrophobia bros.

No racists (including antiblack poc), antisemites or zionists. No US or otherwise imperial core chauvinists. Your lives aren't more worthy than those of the global south.

Very much uninterested on liberals interacting with me or my posts, for the love of God please leave me alone.

I'm very against the whole m-spec "lesbian" bullshit and no you will not convince me that it's #Valid. I'm not interested in the politics of the validity of identity labels, I'm only interested in labels in their capacity to describe our positionality within hierarchies of power and oppression. Lesbian identity describes specific gender relations within our established patriarchy, and part of those gender relations is as women or women-adjacent people who do not willingly form sexual or romantic relationships with men outside of sex work or other similar survival needs.

I'm similarly opposed to TME people claiming the transfem label. Fuck off.

If you're an able-bodied person who thinks physically disabled people have it somehow easier, are more believed, or are given more compassion/sympathy, and/or you co-opt our struggles, kindly kill yourself. <3

If you're someone who thinks misogyny is Oppression Lite™ also kindly kill yourself yes even if you're LGBT/disabled/etc. I don't care. Die. <3

I'd rather swifties stay the fuck away from me purely because you're all insufferable even if the mediocre white woman you all were worshiping wasn't a snake billionaire polluter bully.

[cultkinkcoven]

OKAY GUYS

listen 🙏💖

The animal shelter I work at is shutting down in a month :( trying really hard to stay optimistic and not freak out 💕💕💕 so in the meantime while I try to not die I was gonna TRY TO do some commissions??????? maybe!!!! :)

I really really really wanna do some pieces for some people along the lines of this piece I just did of me and Lucifer. I’d love love love to do some pieces for worshippers of other demons.

It’s the deity of your choice holding a little version of YOU in their hands!!! (u don’t have to be sitting in a tub of blood, in fact you could be anywhere) Whatever design elements (outfits, features etc) you want to go into your deity are cool by me. Plllssss provide moodboards and references. I also love designing monsters and creatures!!!!

I wanna keep the style more illustrative rather than render-y, like these examples:

just so it doesn’t take me a whole year to do one commission lol. But I’m willing to do more detailed styles if someone is willing to pay a bit more

and if $40 is too much (dude, I know) I would also be willing to do some sketches for as low as $20 lol. Just hit me up and lmk what you’re thinking. Ya boy is hungry. DM ME

The idea of getting to design art for pagans of them interacting with their Gods is so cool to me. Especially if u put it on your altar woah. Life goal achieved ✨

pls be patient with me if you do decide to work with me 👉👈 I am disabled 😔 so I might work slow at times, if I am having set backs I’ll let you know! i am seriously just a little guy fr !!!!!! give me like 2 weeks homie

I can also only accept e-transfer and paypal payments 🫶 n you have to provide ID if you want nsfw ok ty!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

💋

[crazycatsiren]

I'm just, going to give myself this week to unwind, recover, rest, recuperate, recharge, take my spoons out of the dishwasher, get my strength back.

There will always be more Masses to go to. God will wait, and he understands.

[theic-manic]

Hellenic polytheism tip: ask Hermes to guide your shopping

Hermes will help you purchase things either for now or later.

Before I devoted myself to Apollo and was still casually worshipping him, I found a shirt at a thrift store that I wouldn't normally buy or wear anywhere but I felt drawn to it.

So I started wearing it initially to attract wealth and abundance, wearing it on warm sunny weekends and this was right before last year's solar eclipse in the northern hemisphere.

(Synchronicity penny just dropped: last weekend I watched a horror movie featuring a Solar Eclipse & Apollo showed me an online shopping page... I'll link below.)

Anyway once I established myself as Apollo's devotee rather than worshipper, I started wearing this shirt on Sundays as a devotional act for him.

The shirt:

(I'm tired so please excuse my face)

Last year while thrift shopping I found some cute cherub tea light candle holders, which isn't something I typically get either.

This was during a period where Hermes was being his trickster self & larping as Hekate (the spider in my towel head wrap is such an obvious sign looking back) but I was like "odd, this doesn't feel like hekate" so I packed then away.

Recently, while reorganising my bedroom I took them out and had a closer look.

There's a Lyre on each candle holder.

I asked Apollo if he'd like them on his altar.

Yes.

Another time, while shopping with Hermes I asked Ares if he liked a bag Hermes helped me pick out.

Ares complimented it so then immediately Hermes found me a "War Collection" box for my Ares altar ☺️

So let Hermes guide your shopping (set a boundary that he doesn't send you broke because one weekend he kept showing me a bunch of antiques and I'm like MATE I AM NOT RICH... yet)

E.g. when Hermes had me spend my annual leave buying a bunch of LEDs and a damn Asus Rog Ally hand-held PC for his altar as a thank-you for him gifting me with a year's worth of free coffee + $10k AUD

Hermes altar, the hand-held gaming PC he had me dedicate to him and the smol llama plush that now lives on said altar... (I still think it needs a name other than "Lola")

The second-hand coral pink Nintendo Switch that Hermes and Apollo had me go and buy my disabled housemate to make their medical appointments easier after the aforementioned winnings + Hermes helping me make $500 profit after calling my phone company out on predatory sales tactics and threatening to drag them to the telecommunications ombudsman.

I included a case I no longer use and some games I no longer play, as well as an LED charging cable.

Hermes finding me a Hermes-coded bag and a war box for Ares

Apollo being real subtle showing me eclipse mints next to a certain book title after watching a horror movie about a solar eclipse

Warning:

Hermes is also the God of thievery (I was extremely good at shoplifting during my youth that I once stole a 2L bottle of bourbon while wearing nothing but a bikini and a sarong) and he did once make a shopkeeper forget to charge me for almost $200 worth of thrift store merchandise however Apollo will absolutely drag you for such acts and so if you work with Apollo or other justice inclined gods, steal at your own risk.

[dionysianfreak]

Hi, asking as a disabled Hermes worshipper here, is there specific ways he manifests in neurodivergence or chronic illness that you can elaborate on? I saw your post about the Gods manifesting in the worst ways and it interested me.

hello lovely, what a great question ! I think there's plenty of aspects of Hermés that relate to the less-than-fun sides of neurodivergency/disability. I'm going to make this a bullet-point post to make it easier to read.

public school systems/work life/societal scheduling favoring neurotypical people

standard fonts are typically the worst for dyslexic people

the lack of disability-friendly architecture

the disability system as a whole, especially the cap on personal wealth

privatized medical insurance, cost of general medical care, and the even higher cost of specialized care

lack of constructive research for neurodivergency and "invisible" disability

bias, infantilism, or distaste towards disability in the workplace, schools, and in public

the cost of mobility aids and lack of reliability when obtaining proper equipment

high segregation rates of high support need individuals and less rates of empathy for non-visible illnesses

"pretty privilege" causing people to question the validity of someones disability or illness

powerful organizations dictating disabled people's lives (e.g. autism speaks)

gambling addiction (neurodivergent people, especially with ADHD, are at a high risk of gambling addiction)

out of all the Gods, I think Hermes' domains contain a lot of strife these days (especially His rulings over money and economy). I turn to Him a lot for these issues because He knows the darkness that is present there better than anyone. thank you for the ask !

[thedansemacabres]

disability can be so… depressing, at times. I whisper prayers to my gods as I lay in bed, half-burnt and half-rotted from my failing body, school, and work. I sit here, with a complicated body, whispering prayers to my gods on a strained voice and a to do list unfinished.

and then they come, dear Thetis comes to sit at my side. She tells me a story, and I listen, calling her mother as she pulls my heart into rest.

the gods are most wonderful, and have had worshippers like me for thousands of years. It is beautiful in that aspect—how communal it can be, even though I live in a home mostly alone.

[devildevotee]

to my fellow disabled worshippers, for what it's worth, here's a reminder that you don't have to push yourself past your limits. worship should not come with so much physical pain, fatigue, or mental strain that you become overwhelmed - take care of yourself, who you worship will understand. ✨

[deermouth]

Alright, time for an Anthesteria wrap-up. I've never done a summary like this before, but I think it'll be nice as part of a sort of decompression from the past few days.

I observed this holiday later than most this year because I wanted to take advantage of the 3 day weekend. As my worship and practice are largely solo at this point in my life, it all worked out.

First order of business on Friday afternoon (Pithogia) was a general cleaning and rearranging of my altar to its festival arrangement. My statue of Dionysos was bedecked with a devotional bead chain I made some years back.

Later on in the evening, I took a ritual bath. At the altar, I also ritually purified myself and the ritual-space with khernips (I know this is a matter of debate amongst worshippers, but I generally use khernips for festival rituals, and did so each of the three days--whereas I go to the trouble less often in daily worship). Prayer was made to Dionysos. I offered food to the Olympians from my meal, placed flowers upon the altar (vase is by a local artist, I think I mentioned it last year, I love boob vase), poured a libation of water-mixed wine, and burned incense. Pithogia is for me the most light-hearted of the days three days, so I mostly spent the evening listening to music and relaxing.

On Khoes, I collected some grapevine from my yard to make a crown (not pictured), and snowmelt to use for this evening's mixed wine libation. I took a second ritual bath later in the day. The altar on this day was decorated with a mask I got while visiting New Orleans this summer. The second day--as it tends to--got a little more intense for me--physically and mentally--in ways I'm not going to detail all of here. I will note that I wrote and read some of my own devotional poetry (miiiight publish some of it here at a later date after some polishing; we'll see), as well as seeking out prayer by others that calls upon the tradition of the ritual marriage to Dionysos. Offerings were food (burned), mixed wine, and incense. I consumed some wine on both this and the previous day, but I am trying to move towards a period of sobriety right now, and some of my prayer reflected that.

I did remember to soak grains for koliva before going to bed on Saturday. On Sunday, for Khytrai, I removed (and covered with another altar cloth) most signifiers of the theoi, leaving only an amethyst for Dionysos Khthonios, adding pyrite for Hermes Khthonios/Psykopompos (this is UPG as far as I know--the "fools gold" association with Hermes is very fun, to me), and the plant, which is dedicated to Hera but which I didn't move basically because it's winter and I try to upset my plants as little as possible. Other additions to the altar were some mementos of late family members, and a trans flag. I offered koliva as a funerary food, unburnt, along with snowmelt-mixed wine again (and incense, but mostly just because it's Nice). I performed the ritual part of my day earlier than the two previous, because I wanted it to take place right at dusk, a transitional time. Prayers were to Hermes Khthonios/Psykopompos and chthonic aspects of Dionysos, as well as to the beloved dead, honoring especially the trans and disabled people who came before us. It's also my late father's birthday today (Monday) so, although he had no interest in religion or afterlife, I made space for him in my prayers for my own sake.

Anthesteria is my favorite holiday, but I'm really glad I decided to observe it during a time period where I had an additional day off to process my feelings. As a solo worshipper, nothing got too wild, but Dionysos is all about intensity, of course, so I'm still glad for the breathing room. The one thing I did today, post-Khytrai was ask my Rider-Waite what I needed, right now, to learn from the dead, and I'm pretty sure the answer is, lovingly, "It is always going to be scary and made difficult by people in power, but it is what you need, so get off your ass, stop making excuses, and restart steps toward medical/legal transition." And that's that, I guess.