#my godphone

[elminx]

Words on my godphone, part 2 (at least?)

It happened again today. I was stress walking and ruminating hard. I was pretty much getting in fights with people inside my own head. Not enjoying myself. Very much in it.

Then, ever so slowly, it dawned on me. Despite these ranging conversations that I was having inside my head, I was also trying to fit three runes together. Just randomly in my mind.

At that moment, the rumination stopped. I could see the runes sliding into place. Not quite a bind in the most traditional way since they don't actually touch. But that is how they are supposed to be. I knew that much.

So I came home and got to work. First I sketched it out onto paper to make sure that I had the image right. Then, I go back through my notes, comparing what I have recorded in the past about each rune.

It means something.

Runes don't appear in my mind randomly, after all.

I just don't know WHAT it means yet.

[laufreyjarson]

maybe this is a common experience, but for the longest time i thought i had no sort of godphone, at all.

i mentioned this in my post yesterday but i am neurodivergent, and i tend to take things pretty literally without realizing it. seeing so many people say they talk to their gods, they hear them, they are able to speak to them and get a response...i was baffled, because i had never had an experience like that!

i converted to paganism when i was 15, and only started working with deities when i was 19. i thought i was doing something completely wrong up until (relatively) recently, and i'm 22 now. i thought i wasn't tapped in at all, that i would never be able to communicate with my deities, that i wasn't meant to work with them because i couldn't hear like other devotees.

and then i was informed that that wasn't the case! and my communication with loki and freyja is very clear and developed, i just wasn't looking for the right signs because i was expecting to be able to actually...hear them talk to me.

so if you're unsure about your ability to communicate with your deities, take the lesson from me and know that you might just be reading too into it or not looking for the right signs! and in my case it never hurts to double check through tarot or pendulum.

please also make sure to do your research, get your information in the right places, and ask for clarification when needed!

[sephospaganplace]

There are so so so many ways to experience the gods.

There is no right or wrong way. There is no blunt way. Its all feeling and ephemeral.

If you've felt warmth, if you've had a dream, if you've seen a crow that stares at you for too long, if something inexplicable happens and you're lucky suddenly, if you've caught eyes with a stranger and felt like you knew each other, if the candle flickers a certain way, if one time when you're singing your voice sounds gorgeous in a way you weren't expecting, these are all the presence of a god.

God phoning is popular on witchtok but half the time what they're saying is bullshit. I've very very rarely heard a voice and every single time it was my own voice, just suffused with something, saying something I normally wouldn’t say. Or maybe I would. I've never heard a clear, distinct, audible voice. Its an invisible world we're connecting with, its a different plane. We cannot experience it the same way we experience every day life.

We'll never sit down at a coffee table across from the physical manifestation of our god, and know that its them, not until after. And even then we can never be sure. That’s the nature of it. There are no absolutes, there cannot be. That’s what makes it beautiful. That’s where belief comes in. It isn't about being good enough or worthy enough or devout enough, that doesn't exist. That isn’t what its about at all. You are worthy even if the divine doesn’t manifest in a way we've been told is the only real way, and you are connecting even if you cant see it now. My most intense spiritual experiences are never something I realize are happening in the moment, its always only after that I can see it clearly.

The gods are all around us.

[bleedingseeds]

Me: But what do you DO when people have a BAD TAKE on the internet?!

Oðinn: Let them be.

Me: ..... Fair enough.

(I honestly don't know what I expected him to say.)

[fathercharlesoffdensen]

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[bleedingseeds]

It really is like that. I go now more more of a telepathic/mental *ping* , like Hey, you there? Often, at least the husbands are within ping-able "distance" for lack of a better word. But sometimes it's like they are on different "Do not disturb" settings where there's a barrier up and you can only get through the barrier if it's an actual emergency or panic attack or something.

How do you all reach out to deities? I tend to go for the yell at the sky (talk to my ceiling) method.

[windvexer]

Hey, I'm absolutely new to psychism, do you have any advice for someone that is a complete beginner with no idea what any of this is?

Ah, second ask in my inbox about psychism resources. I should do something about this.

Try my divination masterpost, but especially these:

Ask: Can divination improve psychic senses?

actually a very cool psychic trick, if you’re trying to be a psychic

how to develop psychism, startinggggg… NOW!

How to talk to the spirits within the things around you

troubleshooting spotty spirit connections/“godphoning”

I believe that many skills in practical witchcraft overlap. So to practice psychism, you could sit down and practice gazes and directly talking to spirits, and things like that.

But, you could also practice almost anything, and consistently try to connect with what you're doing on the psychic or energy-reading level:

Lukewarm take: If you want to get good at practical sorcery, you're probably going to have to do a lot of magic you don't need to do, just for the sake of practice

Whatever this skill may be, it's not something that develops overnight. Approaching this with a sense of patience and grace will grease the wheels for the long track ahead.

[witchescollection]

genuinely intrigued by the "respect your deities" conversation thats been happening, and i'd love to open up a discussion!

i personally use language that I reckon a lot of folks would consider disrespectful to the divine (very relaxed, jokey tones with lots of humour, and as a result often like playful insults or teasing), and i am very casual in my relationships with them (so like we just chat whilst i have tea/wine or something, it's not very ritualistic or official), and i'm so deeply fascinated by those who take a more "respectful" approach!

so some questions for y'all:

do you use epithets/titles (including lord/lady), and why/why not?

do you do more formal spellwork/rituals, and what does that look like?

and how much clarity is between you and your deities? (so like, are you using a godphone, do you use divination, do you pray? - how do you contact them and how direct or clear is that for you?)

please feel free to reblog with your answers and share around, i'd love to hear how different everyone's relationships are to them!

[devildevotee]

Hi I was wondering if you have any advice on dealing with one sided communication/worship of deities and demons? I’ve been worshipping Lucifer for a few years but have always struggled with reading energy/signs. There are some times where I ask for confirmation or a sign from them but never feel like I get a response. I’m not sure if my expectations are too high or maybe my intuition isn’t strong enough to know if I receive a sign or not, or even if I’m doing something wrong? Idk but would love to hear your thoughts if you wanna share!

i'd say what you're experiencing is normal, to be honest. generally two-sided communication seems to be normalised more often than not because it's an exciting thing! it really is! but it's nowhere near as common as what we're lead to believe. it just gets more attention, and that's about as deep as it goes. additionally, during that time where two-sided communication is normalised, any other form of communication is pushed to the side and treated as... less common. which i really really don't believe is true, i just think people tend to talk about it less.

point being, while you can certainly train yourself to be more attuned to any signs lucifer may send your way, i bring up the above to just tell you it's not necessary to have a worthwhile relationship with them. it doesn't mean they love you any less, nor does it mean you're inherently lacking something. it's just different to what gets a lot of attention on social media, but different does not mean lesser. not at all.

idk, sometimes i get signs - really obvious ones! and sometimes i get a dry spell for months to years at a time. it's unpredictable like that, but it doesn't make me love the demon any less. while yes, it's wonderful to experience some form of feedback from the spirit, ultimately what is the cornerstone of my faith is. well, faith. faith that they're listening, and working actively in my life whether i see it or i don't. faith that they love me. faith that they want what's best for me.

and if it helps any, i barely get signs from lucifer too (or i don't see them, much like you). but what fuels me is my faith and commitment, not signs or godphoning or anything of the like. if i never get a sign from lucifer for the rest of my life, that's okay with me. :) i'm just here to love them, talk to them, and trust them.

so, all this added together - you're not alone! there are many MANY people experiencing the same thing as you, and it's okay to have it be that way! it's okay! lucifer still clearly wants to be in your life (my most common "sign" is passion or inspiration for the demon in question or even just thinking about them unprompted - and you clearly have been thinking about them for a while!)

you'll be alright, keep going for as long as this benefits you! you haven't done a SINGLE thing wrong. just do what works!

[bleedingseeds]

This. The communication I've developed with my gods has developed over ten years, with a combination of methods.

I have to do some level of "translating" the conversations I have with them into a kind of outwardly comprehensible shorthand, that becomes what I post publicly.

Friendly reminder that this blog is not the absolute sum of my spiritual experiences. The content I post is a selection of experiences that are comprehensible enough for me to put into words, but I have had my fair share of things happen that I have no idea how to write about. I also know that this is a public platform so I make an effort to make my content readable and understandable, which usually means simplifying it a bit. This is my way of “translating” my pagan experience in a way that makes it easy to share with the community. Not everything comes naturally to me and that’s okay. Also, I have been practicing in some manner for sixteen years, and I can certainly say that practice makes perfect, or at least makes better. I just made the realization that many of my posts make it look like I’m saying one little prayer and getting a crystal clear revelation, when really there’s a lot of steps that can’t really be blogged about.

[ireallyamamessaboutreligion]

LOKI IS BEST DEFENDER EVER

Ok. So. I've been struggling with intrusive thoughts ever since early on past year, but in 2024 until now I had been able to deal with them better by just letting them pass, be and go away. That was until, like, two weeks ago.

I had many kinds of intrusive thoughts, specially about people I love, either being me doing horrible things to them or them doing horrible things to me. At this point, I got used to it.

But those were different. Those were about Loki. They mostly had sexual connotation and were about them doing horrible things to me. And shit got really bad.

Loki is a parental figure to me. I love them as my parent, and they love me as their kid. Damn, Sigyn and Hel (who I also work with) have adopted me as also a child/sibling. I also had these kinds of thoughts about my bio dad and it was horrible, the same way with Loki.

I think in images, which brings me very explicit and vivid intrusive thoughts. The image of Loki wasn't the one he showed me before, but it looked more like their MCU version, and this... didn't exactly make it better.

But the worst part was: my intrusive thoughts almost never had clashed with my creed, specially, not with my pantheon, nor my godphone connections. The fact those came made me be scared that Loki actually wanted to do those bad things to me. I knew it didn't make sense, it was the kind of things people say wrongly about them, but I couldn't help with my anxiety and fear.

I got really scared and felt horrible for it, even more because Loki is my "main" deity (in the sense they are the one I interact with more and am the most intimate with), so, shit was going down, yeah.

That was when Loki appeared. Not the one from the intrusive thoughts, but the true one. I had been avoiding them ever since the thoughts started, but now, they said me to please be brave and look at them truly and see what they truly wanted with me.

Then, they hugged me and protected me, and said "it" would not get to me or make me suffer, not while they were there with me. (those last two paragraphs came to me suddenly, like, I don't remember we exactly talking, but I think this is Loki showing our inner dialogue at the moment, one that was so intimate that, in a surface conscience level, I couldn't perceive it)

Loki didn't specify if "it" is a spirit, a demon, another creature or just my thoughts. But ever since that moment which they hugged me (and I almost cried), whenever the thoughts came back, I mentally screamed to call Loki and they would come and hug me and send an image of them killing "it".

I love Loki so much. As they told me, we met on another lifetime in which they adopted me because my parents were not good that time (my parents in this life are the best, just so you know) and this bond continued on this life and I'm still their child and always will be (Loki just said that to me and just left??? Like??? Will you really just leave me with such a touching and heartwarming declaration??? Seriously???)

[bellygunnr]

Knight Out on Downtown Dialtown

Knight rider x Dialtown. Good fuckin' luck.

The alley behind Bunny’s burger joint is dingy. The signs plastered everywhere for people to “get their own trash” don’t make it any better. Actually, the gap between brick-and-mortar stores is surprisingly full-up with random filler, but the taped posters and graffiti can’t obscure the rank scent or the squelch of mud and refuse pounded into the cracked pavement. At the very least, it’s well lit, and the only major obstacle doubles as your destination.

A dumpster. A violet, heavily tagged dumpster, which— if the locals were to be believed— also doubled as a rental.

You hesitate, though. You lean back against your car, letting your head tilt back until the back of your helmet rests against the t-top structure. Red text appears in the corner of your visor, bringing a wry smile to your face.

This place is awful, Michael. Surely no one actually lives here?

You’re no good at texting back. “He pays rent and everything, KITT,” you say aloud.

You have to be careful not to activate the external mic. Thank GodPhone-God that Bonnie had deigned to add a toggle. Gave you and KITT some privacy while you both struggled your way through the city, whose populace was… interesting. Definitely jarring. Made you itchy, too. The racing helmet you and KITT chose is heavy and hot, the air cooling unable to keep up all of the time. And, well. You’ve both been running at orange since you rode in.

“Michael,” KITT imposes quietly. “We should find that Mr. Jade. That way, if he isn’t here, we can go to a car wash. Or a decontam chamber.”

Fuck. You unfurl yourself away from KITT’s chassis and stretch until your spine cracks. Your shuffling echoes.

The button to hit the mic takes a few chin waggles to fully depress. You hope the tell-tale clicking doesn’t tip people off anytime soon.

“Is there a Randal Jade here? Oh, that’s loud, KI—”

KITT, did you put on the amplifier, goes unspoken, because you bite your tongue. Your voice still rattles the alley, having been pitched way louder than necessary.

Yes, KITT messages plainly.

The dumpster rattles ominously. Trash goes flying as someone pops out from the top, bandaged, bloodied hands gripping the corrugated metal. KITT quickly identifies the Phonehead as a Nokia 3410 which you know is more for his benefit than yours. It just also happens to be Randal’s.

Why does he have “fuckface” scrawled on his head? KITT sends.

How the hell are you supposed to know? You’re wondering that yourself as you wait for Randal to get situated. He seems to struggle, or maybe your shouting disoriented him. Way to go, Michael.

“Um, hey there,” Randal says, slightly breathless. “I’m— I’m Randal Jade. You should just call me Randy, though. Am I in trouble?”

“No, no, no, Randy. You’re not in trouble!” You hurry to placate him for some reason. “I’m Michael Knight. I’m with the Foundation. Why don’t you, uh, come outside so we can talk?”

Randy puffs himself up slightly. Or as much as he can. He seems to be getting the shakes, propping himself up this long over the edge of the dumpster.

“Why don’t YOU come inside? So we can talk? Since this is my house and all…”

He’s got you there, KITT whispers in your ear.

You don’t honor KITT with a response. You both know that getting into that humble abode is not a fucking option.

“Do you really want me to come inside, Randy?”

Randy sighs and hefts one leg over. He falls to the ground in a heap. The thud isn’t as heavy as it probably should be.

“No, not really,” Randy says, staring up at the sky.

You approach him, offering a hand up. You’re not sure if he makes any sort of eye-contact, but his buttons and dim screen stare into your visor for what seems like an eternity before he accepts the help. The bandages are slimy against your palm. Sweat is visibly running down his neck.

KITT wordlessly provides a visual of Randy’s body and relevant vitals. Diagnosis? Some kind of terrified. He probably thinks you’re a cop.

Randy gets his feet under him, but you can’t stop yourself from giving him a pat down or hanging onto his elbows a little too long. You have a feeling if you don’t play your cards right, he’ll crumple into a wet paper ball…

If you think he is riding in my cabin, you are mistaken.

“Thanks… for that,” Randy says.

“Uh, yeah. No problem. Uh. Right. I’m Michael. From the Foundation. Apparently, you may be the only witness to a crime. I need your help.”

Randal stares up at you. He seems to shrink back slightly. You have to step back so his head doesn’t knock against your helmet as he bows it meekly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says. “I didn’t see any crimes.”

“That’s the thing! You did! It was just a very plain-sight crime and are you actively bleeding through your bandages?”

You can’t help yourself. You’re too wound up to not notice the spreading red on his hands, even as he tries to hide them. Even KITT is highlighting the issue, which seems to be taking precedence over his distaste in being in this situation.

His hands and arms appear to be covered in bite marks. I cannot identify what from.

“When am I not bleeding through my bandages?” Randy asks, laughing a little. “You know how it is. Work runs out of first aid supplies…Just can’t keep up with PURE, UNFILTERED AVIAN RAGE. And how bad I am at wrangling them…”

He shrinks back in on himself, arms wrapped around his body, hands tucked away. His voice had swelled with momentary bravado that immediately cracked on the vowel and kept breaking all the way down.

You’re glad the helmet hides your expressions. But it also impedes your impulse control. You delicately grab Randy’s wrist and tug him toward not just yourself, but KITT, whose wheels crunch audibly against the pavement.

“Michael,” KITT says warningly.

Randy squawks and tries to bolt. You clamp down on him, and he’s not even heavy enough to pull on you.

“What— who was that?” Randy whispers.

You ignore him.

“KITT, come on. The IFAK’s still in there, right? It doesn’t even have to be inside the car—”

“I didn’t have covert murder on the list of ways I was going to die,” Randy says, “and I’m not sure if it’s better than the swans.”

“Murder? Michael, he thinks you’re going to kill him!”

“I— I’m not! Randy, who would even want to kill you?”

What is GOING ON. You didn’t even mean to say that, but Randy takes it and runs, gesturing with his free hand and mumbling incoherently. In your peripheral, you see KITT start to inch backwards, utilizing his “Silent Mode” for all it’s worth, apparently.

“KITT! Remember what you said about the public transit!” You cry out, marching after him.

“Who’s KITT?” Randy squeaks as he stumbles after you.

You debate asking why KITT even broke cover, considering their circumstances, but you have a feeling you know why. There’s no way you’re getting Randy back to the hotel on foot, after all, but both this alley-way and Randy’s, uh, eau de Desperation, will never get out of the upholstery. It’s never getting out of your clothing, either. So.

KITT makes a retching sound in your ear. New and gross. You don’t know if you should praise him for learning a new trick or scold him for making you sympathy-gag. But as you determinedly drag Randy behind you, KITT rolls to a stop and pops both doors.

“Randy—” You start.

“Kidnapping has to be, a, uh, vertical movement right? In terms of living conditions?” Randy asks.

You don’t say anything. His bandages aren’t even well-applied, really. KITT probably would have told you if he was infected, though.

Not even Devon can get you out of kidnapping and murder charges, KITT messages. It takes all of your willpower not to react.

“I never did agree to come with you,” Randy clarifies. “But we both know I’m not strong enough to get away, so why bother! This might as well happen!”

That… would make it kidnapping. You did plan on taking him to a second location. His injuries just threw you out of sorts. Even more out of sorts than you already were, and KITT’s sheer distaste for the current mission, well. Maybe you should take it from the top.

Very gently, you kneel down, clasping his hand more tightly between your own. Waterfowl, sweat, and fear would presumably be flooding your nostrils if not for the very over-engineered helmet over your head. You drag your thumb across his knuckles.

“Randy. I am serious. You can help us with this case. I just can’t let an injured man bleed out on my watch. Let me help you. So you can help us.”

Randy’s fingers wrap around yours. His free hand scrabbles at the back of his head’s paneling, apparently embarrassed by your display of chivalry. A tiny, aborted beeping sound filters out from within.

“Wow. You— you know what? Okay. Okay. I’ll go with you. If it’ll really help,” Randy says.

For some reason, you get the distinct impression he’s blushing. Maybe because his neck turns a darker pink, now that you can see it from the ground. Your pant legs are ruined, actually. Why did you do this?

Randal’s vitals have heightened. I dare say he’s attracted to you.

“You would know,” you mutter internally.

I heard that. Hurry up. This alleyway is going to ruin me.

To your surprise, Randy helps you back to your feet. The effort makes him visibly wilt and more sweat pours off of him in waves. Delicately, you nudge him over to KITT’s passenger door, which is still ajar.

“This is KITT, by the way. He’s my partner. Are you familiar with the hotel?”

Randy throws you an odd look, or what has to qualify as an odd look with a Nokia for a head. But he pries open the door and peers inside, hesitant. You cross around to the driver’s side and unceremoniously dump yourself in.

KITT’s voicebox is looking more like a face everyday.

“…Which hotel? Um, uhh…”

You decide to give him a minute while you look for the IFAK and manually take KITT out of silent mode. He gives you a low tone of reproach in your helmet, but quiets down as he apparently cottons on to how the low whine of the turbine soothes you.

“Hello, Randal,” KITT says.

Randy chirps.

“Are you— the car?”

“That is close enough for now, yes. You’re in good hands now.”

You throw a suspicious look at KITT’s vocoder, which pulses in time to his voice. He’s speaking lower and smoother than usual, and your skin prickles oddly. First, he blows cover, then he starts flirting? Maybe you’ll let him keep it up. See where it goes.

“Am- am I? Hey, maybe I should just get out and walk… I just realized your interior is REALLY clean and—”

KITT lurches forward with a rip of his engine. You snatch the steering yoke to at least pretend you’re driving before he truly hands you manual control. Sedately, you nose back out onto the streets. Dialtown traffic has wound down somewhat.

“Do not. Worry. About that,” KITT lies, in a tone of voice that says Randy should be worrying about it.

Far more kindly: “Why don’t we begin with your day? We could start with the swans.”

One of KITT’s screens starts showing a black-and-white rendition of a swan. It has a paper shredder for a head.

You should be commended for driving like nothing is wrong. You didn’t see the paper-shredder fowl when you had scoped out the park. Too busy losing it over the condition of the grass at the time (and chasing Little Billy away from KITT; he had… interesting vocabulary).

Randy sinks low into the seat to accommodate his… head. Phone. He trembles visibly, presumably in agony.

“We have time if it’s a long story,” KITT says coaxingly.

“KITT—” You start on the internal mic.

You proposed to him first. I am merely following through.

“And I’ve heard that one before…”

Randy’s hands move and writhe as he stops and starts, clearly trying to pick his way through— whatever got him into his specific mess in the first place. It’s going to be a long drive back to Uptown Dialtown.

[skaldish]

IIrc, you once posted about how (in your experience) deities/spirits can't know our thoughts but feel our emotions? What about thoughts intentionally directed at them?

Yeah they can hear those, and in my experience, they can reply through that same thought-channel.

I know the term "godphone" was made as a joke, but it really does work quite a lot like a phone in a way, in the sense that you need to open a line in order for information to flow back and forth.

The somatic experience is very specific and always the same no matter who it is I'm talking to.

[a-creature-as-bright-as-the-sun]

Hi all. I suppose this question might be more on the recon side of things, but I wanna to hear from anyone with relevant experiences 😊🙏🏻 I've have been thinking about trying to reach out to Athena again, even though I never heard from her in past attempts to reach out, since I'm am picking up jewelry making again. And thinking I might continue to honor her even if I don't get a response. Because piety, etc. So my question is, what are your thoughts or experiences with this sort of practice? Did/do you keep it up long term? Was it too disappointing to never hear back and you eventually stopped? This also kinda applies more to people who do have godphone/can sense gods/entities around them, but I am also interested in hearing the experiences of those for whom not "hearing back" is a regular occurrence! Also this goes for any Hellenic god, not just Athena, I'm am asking about the experience of the practice, not a deity-specific request.

[bleedingseeds]

Hypothetical Interviewer: Wow, so the pagan gods TALK to you? What an honor! Do they tell you secrets of the universe? Do they give you commandments?!

Me: Uh.... Mostly they just watch me cry and uh... give me hugs and like... encouragement to keep living? Kinda like the way my parents should've acted? But also, they give ethereal fists bumps and pat my head and stuff. They're super nice to me and I don't deserve --

Uh. They said it's because I think I don't deserve it that they do all the more hugs.

[fathercharlesoffdensen]

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