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mikeybooch · 5 months
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“…the dread goddess came from the furthest depths to accept the sacrifices of the son of Aison. Around her head was a garland of terrible snakes entwined with oak branches, and her torches flashed out a blinding brightness; all around her was the piercing bark of hellish dogs. All the fields trembled at her approach; the marsh-dwelling nymphs of the river who dance around that meadow of the Amarantian Phasis screamed aloud.” 
-The Argonautica. Apollonius of Rhodes
Happy Halloween my ghouls! We’re going out with a bang for Classicstober
I’ve drawn Hekate so many times, I wanted to do something new. Then I remembered this chilling passage from the Argonautica where Jason summons the goddess in one of her chthonic incarnations Hekate Brimo (Terrifying Hekate). It kind of reads straight out of a horror movie, so that’s the vibe I went with. 
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sh-haashi · 6 months
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derangedrhythms · 6 months
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I accept you, demon.
Anne Sexton, 45 Mercy Street; from 'Demon'
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khaire-traveler · 3 months
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How do y'all reconcile a fear of death or dying within your practice? This question is for anybody; I'm genuinely curious (and also partially looking for advice because I'm struggling with this myself ^^;).
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lailoken · 23 days
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Though your death may devastate those who remain here without you, I pray it might ferry you lovingly into the embrace of peace.
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unhallowedwitch · 9 months
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✨ Them ✨ now with new candles
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alterlest · 4 months
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Hello lovelies.
I’m currently going through a near complete rebuild of my practice right now. Currently, i’m doing this for the benefit of my practice and mental health, and i’m proud of the steps i’m taking! however, i wanted to share this with you all.
I’ve never been particularly good at keeping my altars clean. Whether it was one for my ancestors, my deities, or myself. This made me feel guilty, and that guilt made me sink deeper into poor mental health. Eventually, there will be times where I not only forget to take care of the altars, but I also forget to give offerings, clean the space I live in, etc.
This piles for me. But something I was told, that I remember, and that I want to share with you is that it’s ok to fall in and out of your practice.
The Gods are patient. You don’t need to give daily or weekly offerings if that’s unmanageable for you. You don’t need to devote every waking moment to your deities.
They want you to take care of yourself first and foremost. Then you can take care of acts for them.
So, I cleaned my altar for the first time in months and I reorganized it. And i hope this blog inspires you to do the same, or at least reminds you that it’s ok to not be ok sometimes ❤️ remember that your practice is YOURS. no one else’s. personalize it, mold it, make it accessible and enjoyable for YOU.
stay safe!
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lovely-libations · 6 months
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Photo source // Pinterest
I would love to build something like this one day. I'd just go and lay in it sometimes when I'm not doing rituals or offerings.
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madmonksandmaenads · 7 months
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The moral of the mythyphus of Sisyphus is that, no matter how clever your afterlife insurance fraud is, it stops being cute eventually.
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A prayer to Chthonic Beelzebub
Beelzebub of lifegiving rot,
Of blowflies, fungi and bacteria,
Of all detested carrion eaters,
Beelzebub of abandoned graveyards!
You feed the soil, feed all of Earth,
Oh silent, dark-winged Lord of Flies,
Revealing Nature's age-old secret:
Only with death can life arise.
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hecatesdelights · 3 months
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Medusa, one of three sisters known as the Gorgons, a chthonic monster in tales from Classical Antiquity, whose gaze turned men to stone.
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paganpillar · 2 months
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Cernunnos
Gaulish God of liminality, crossroads, death, pastoral wealth, abundance, hunters, the hunted, the wild, and the tame.
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sh-haashi · 5 months
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Spooky time 👻🤍
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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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The holy inevitably moves toward the demonic.
Iris Murdoch, from 'The Philosopher's Pupil'
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achillean-heartbeat · 2 months
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i need help and wisdom from followers of Lord Beelzebub
i think beelzebub is reaching out to me.
the other day i got triggered so bad. it had been a long while since i was holding myself off from reaching this low again but i ended up crying for a full 2 hours while praying for Hecate to help me "become the master of myself and stop letting my reactions control me."
I had been feeling like beelzebub had been teaching out for a while, but i still had doubts because it didnt make sense to me that he would be. A few days ago i dreamt a short dark foggy dream and there was a light that shocked me awake and i said his name while waking up. I was so confused because i dont even read much about him in my daily life. I feel lik i should have taken this as a definitive sign but i kept brushing it off.
Back to my prayer to Hecate. The very next day after it, i kept seeing flies the whole day at work. With food related work its normal but we put up a very strong fly repellent and there is usually not one fly. There was flies EVERYWHERE and they stuck to everything. I took a five minute break wgile eating caramel ice cream and decided to think about beelzebub. specifically, i thought, "if i were to work with him, what can i even put up as offerings?" and the moment i thought that, a fly came and started eating ice cream from the edge of the cup.
the rest of the day at work i keot thinking about it and when my dad came to pick me up from work, there was a bee holding on for dear life to the winshield. there was a literal storm out. i dont know how in the laws of physics did it hold on. but it did.
when we parked i told my dad to go up without me and i picked the bee up and searched for flowers where there was other bees. i felt so bad we took her far away from its hive. so i put her there beside another bee.
I came back home and finally decided to research beelzebub, and to my surprise, he has the power to help with exactly what i asked from Hecate. So i thought... is it possible Hecate referred me (??) to him? Like does that happen between deities?
So after reading for the entire evening about beelzebub, i was in awe of him but a bit scared of everyone saying you should be really educated before contacting him because there is risk of somethig bad happening.
i fell asleep while reading about him and i had the most agitating dream i have ever lived. first of all, i kept being stuck in a loop of trying to wake up inside the dream, but it was just not working. at some point i think i was mentally awake but physically stuck. like i could hear myself grunting with effort to get up. i sleep on my stomach so i was facing the floor. somehow i was able to slightly raise my head and i instantly saw a tall slim dark figure in the corner of my eye. i instantly brought my head back down cuz i was scared shitless. i know this dreaming experience is common (i think they call it lucid dreaming?) but i have NEVER experienced this. i have friends who have but never me.
the next part of the dream was even crazier. i have a huge painting of a woman having a mental breakdown in my living room. i dreamt that i saw a firefly crawl from below it and light up (the living rooms light was off in the dream) and when i saw it, suddenly i saw a thousand of them light up from under the painting. in my dream, my mom comes in and takes off the painting to reveal an entire colony of fireflies and they were flying everywhere. my mom took a lighter and said "we have to burn it its ruined!" while crying and i kept holding her hand telling her no maybe theres a way to fix this then i looked down and saw that there was firefly eggs laid in the literal paintings fabric. then i woke up.
is this beelzebub reaching out to me?
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lailoken · 7 months
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Yesterday, my dearly beloved dog, Byrd, passed away. He had been dealing with cranial bone cancer for about a year, and though he held up well for most of that time, he recently took a very bad turn. I was told two different times in my own divinations that he would require euthanasia towards the end, and while I hoped it might not prove true, I prepared myself for the likely reality. I pled with the Bone Mother, asking for her to take him siwftly when the time came and spare me of having to be directly involved. However, I was informed, in no uncertain terms, that it was necessary for me to take on this responsibility with open arms; partly as a way to honor and usher the spirit of my companion, and partly as a vital piece of my own Chthonic work.
When the time came, I was quite sad and afraid, but I carried out my promise with all the grace and faith I could muster. Ultimately, he slipped away within less than five seconds—totally at peace and surrounded by love—despite being told that the process generally takes between 1 and 8 minutes to run its course.
After bringing him home, we carried out the rites we employ for our beloved dead, such as washing the body, anointing it with holy oils, and then lovingly adorning it with hand-picked flora in a ceremony of remembrance. Mourning portraits were also taken, as a way to reframe our final moments with the dead as something beautiful and meaningful. I share those portraits here now, as a reminder of the sanctity and beauty that can be found in death, if you open your heart to it.
I will forever cherish the blessing of your memory, my darling friend.
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