love your stuff! any good resources for someone who wants to work with the hellenic/ancient greek pantheon but doesn’t know how to start? very much appreciated thanks so so much :]
Hello and thank you!
All of these resources are on r/Hellenism, I recommend going there if you have more questions. Use the search bar!
Theoi.com provides the basics of each deity.
This is a beginners guide to Hellenism.
Some resources and answers to common questions can be found here.
This is a terminology list.
Here is a Hellenism calendar, the one I personally follow.
Here are some answers to even more questions.
Here is a small reading list, with a more extensive one listed as well. I’d also recommend “Household Worship” by Labrys.
Some YouTubers listed include Pic the Pagan, Aliakai, Fel the Blithe, and Elani Temperance. I do not watch videos about Hellenism, but many people have found them informative.
And here is a list of books, sites, blogs, etc.
When first starting out, I recommend figuring out what works for you. Some people make Khernips and cleanse themselves every time they speak to the Gods. Some people do rituals. Some people are more casual, like me.
Find a deity or two that you’re the most interested in. I started out with Aphrodite, she appealed to me the most and I already had stuff to build an altar for her. Start worshipping them. Light a candle, offer some food or water, make a small altar if you want. The goal is to figure out if Hellenism is for you. If it isn’t, tell your deities and be polite about it. If it is, continue worshipping, building your relationship, and even adding more deities to your altars. There are plenty of resources about historical and UPG offerings. I’d be glad to talk about any deity you’re interested in!
Good luck!
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saw you in a dream
in which Steve only sees Eddie in his dreams anymore. it isnt't the same but it is enough. | cw: mcd, kinda heavy angst if you're susceptible
It has been months. They won. They won. But, oh, how they've lost.
It doesn't feel real. Eddie Munson is gone, died months ago, died a hero, died for them. Dead. Irrevocably, irretrievably, undoubtedly.
But for Steve, death has never felt less real. He's clinging to the idea of Eddie, of who he was, of what they could have been. He sees the last smile he gave him in the reflection of every window at night, but when he turns around, Eddie isn't there, isn't smiling beside him, a pet name on his lips, wonderment in his kind eyes, entire worlds in his eyes as he's looking at Steve.
Eddie isn't there when he sees a shadow in his lonely, empty, gigantic house, isn't singing along to whatever song is playing. And oh, are they playing. There is always music now because Steve doesn't want the silence, doesn't want to think, doesn't want to admit that all those songs about lost love and heartache make him think even more.
Steve is drowning in it all. Because Eddie isn't here. And he never will be.
It doesn't help (except it does) that Steve dreams of him sometimes. No nightmares, no horrific death over and over again in the Upside Down. He doesn't watch Eddie play his guitar heroically, doesn't watch him be attacked by those beasts, doesn't see him covered in blood and relief that it's over and regret that it's really over.
No. When he sees Eddie, he sees his smile. He's pretty. So pretty. The same as he was that very first and last day that Steve saw him, and Steve just spends the entire dream staring at him, at this pretty vision, the sweetest apparition. He listens to Eddie laugh at something, feels him take his hand and drag him to whatever world he has made up in his head.
The dreams of Eddie are almost worse than the nightmares, because they end and Steve doesn't want them to. He can't switch off. He can't stop thinking about Eddie, can't stop seeing him everywhere he goes, can't stop yearning for him, can't stop the way his heart skips a beat at every curly-haired brunet in a denim jacket before they inevitably turn out to be someone else. Anyone else. Never Eddie.
Never.
Every time, Steve wonders if he'll dream of Eddie again. He hopes so. He's afraid all the same, because he can't switch off. He can't switch off.
It isn't the same, but it is enough. It has to be.
It's enough.
Until it isn't.
Because Eddie doesn't visit him in his dreams anymore. It's been four years since Vecna. Every shrink will tell him, has told him, that this is a good thing. He's letting go. He's healing.
But that doesn't make him cry any less. It doesn't make him feel any less lonely, it doesn't make his heart lighter.
Because when he had nothing, he had this. When he had the entire world on his shoulders, pressing down on his chest at night so much that he forgot how to breathe, he had this. He had Eddie. He used to have Eddie.
But Eddie doesn't come to visit anymore.
And Steve only has his thoughts, his yearning and his everlasting hope to spot him somewhere. Grief, he knows. There are fancy words for every human emotion, clinical terms for everything wrong with him, he knows them all. But this is deeper.
And when he stops dreaming of Eddie at night, he starts dreaming of him during the days. And he's still so pretty, still so alive, still smiling. So different from everything Steve has become.
He dreams of Eddie when he stops eating, stops answering calls, stops changing the batteries, stops fighting.
It isn't the same, but it is enough.
for @mcuxwaititi who requested number 69 on the spotify prompt challenge. I saw what you did there. but I had to deliver some angst, I am not sorry 🫶
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