If you read my tumblr, which is where a lot of my day-to-day spiritual stuff gets posted when it’s not buried under recipes I will probably never use, art references I will probably never use, and Marvel gifs, you can probably see that there’s a new kid on the block, practice-wise.
Well. He’s not exactly new – from what I can tell he’s been around for a while – but his veneration is a recent thing for me, so I’m pretty excited and full of feels about it. I figured I’d use this week’s late post to expound a little on him. Read More…
I’m probably not the best person to ask about gods. My godphone is intermittent if not entirely broken, I spend about 90% of my time crippled with doubt, and most of the entities I honor in my practice are emphatically not deities. But I might as well talk about them anyway. Right?
One of the worst things I’ve ever felt was reaching out for the gods and getting nothing. Just one day, the phone lines were cut without so much as a change-of-address form. For whatever reason, they’d decided I have to cool my jets and sit tight for a while.
It could be tied to the depression, but it isn’t always. For some people, it’s cyclical; gods come in and out of their lives with the seasons. For others, it’s utterly random.
I think I fall in that latter group.