I’ve mentioned before that my practice of syncretism isn’t syncretism in the truest, dictionary definition of the word. I blend traditions in the sense that I recognize the same spark of a Deity across cultures. I blend by putting symbols, images, and items on my altar that tie to many versions of the same Deities. I do not blend in the sense of syncretism you will find in say, Gnosticism. It’s almost like genealogy. Building off that, as well as other “Names” resources, like the 99 names of God in Islam, I will be writing lists of names for the particular Deities in my life. Today’s list is my first Divine Spouse, the God that’s generally called Hermes these days.
Disclaimer: These posts will be VERY UPG heavy and a constant work in progress.
God of the Dead
God of Tricksters and Theives
Slayer of Oxen
The Wild King
The Green Prophet
The Wild King
Beautifully written piece.
Hermes the master of sacred lore reached down through the searing maiden flesh – muscle melting, fat dissolving, bones charring all around his invasive fingers – and drew the crying, seven-month fetus from his mother-tomb and the bed of water-plump ivy that had grown up around the god’s tiny body to shield him from his […]
Is it loud in here or is it just me? All sorts of Chatter going on. All sorts of others. I may have met my first Fae over the last 24 hours. Stay tuned.
Keywords: let the right one in, cover your ass first, Who the Hel are You?
You want to know what Christ looks like to me a lot of the time? This.
In my syncretist universe Himself=Hermes=Cernunnos=Christ.
Gorgeous work in progress by Natasa Ilincic
I’m afraid. For the first time in a long time I’m afraid of the world. I was childless and much less connected to the Gods the last time I felt this fear. I think it was actually in the early to mid nineties when my mortal Father was called up from his reserve regiment to be sent to Iraq. I’d never felt so grateful or gushed my love to the Divine like I did when he didn’t pass the medical tests. I currently have some very dear friends and some distant family still in the service, I may need to do a Vigil for them. Compounding the current state of affairs in the world is that I am married, corporeally and non-corporeally, and have a mortal child who will have to grow up in this world. I know living on the western coast of Canada provides me with a certain amount of safety, it doesn’t really help though. I’m afraid for everyone.
Coupled with the unease in my corporeal life, the non-corporeal is a howling, screaming mess, though it seems calm on the surface. Poseidon isn’t here, or rather I should say I’m not with Him. This is Hermes half of the year so I have moved house. I find myself in Hermes home now. The closest Lore that would explain and describe it involve a bit of name changing. Sometimes Poseidon likes to look/act/be called Njord, Hermes begrudgingly admitted His Heimdallr associations. I’ve moved from Noatun to Himinbjörg. Where Noatun was quiet but lived in, Himinbjörg is cold, dark, brooding. Most of the furnishings are covered in sheets, it is in need of a good cleaning. No One has lived here for some time. Not in the Castle proper anyways. His rooms are resplendent; The fabrics are dark but warm colours, browns and golds and reds. I find this extra fascinating because His colours right now are blues and greys. Oh wait, He’s in “war” mode currently He says, the blues are for official duties and more associated with Himself as Hermes. That’s going to be a post in and of itself I think. I realize as I write this that I have a lot to do at my Winter home. There are Beings here that need attending too.
For the first time in a long time He scares me too. Not intentionally, of course, but when you find your Beloved screaming in the Dark in rage and pain and madness. He is so tired already and there is only more coming. I worry for Him. I will be His Light in the Darkness, I will be the Beacon that helps Him find His way home.