The Trickster Cannot Be Outdone

As the title suggest, Himself had to chime in and give me some “homework”. Which involves me watching a Kristen Stewart movie. Yucky. SO. I give you Hermes, as He was in the beginning with me, The Hunstman.

And Just because He likes to throw me curve balls whenever He can, apparently I need to keep my eye on the Prince as well. Really if you smoosh these two characters together, image wise, you would get a pretty good rendition of what He looks like to me.

Faces

Just when I get used to one face, He gives me another. He is no better then my Trickster.

The character Finnick Odair, who apparently also likes to double for Poseidon.

Love Note from Hermes

  

La Tène

Breadcrumbs… 

  

La Tène,  (French: The Shallows), archaeological site at the eastern end of Lake Neuchâtel, Switz., the name of which has been extended to distinguish the Late Iron Age culture of European Celts. La Tène culture originated in the mid-5th century bc, when the Celts came into contact with Greek and Etruscan influences from south of the Alps. This culture passed through several phases and regional variations during the next four centuries as the Celts expanded throughout most of northern Europe and the British Isles, but it came to an end in the mid-1st century bc, when most of the Celts lost their independence to Rome.

Source: 

http://www.britannica.com/EBchecked/topic/326554/La-Tene#ref111430

   

           

Back To The Beginning

He says we must start over. To start things anew. Again He mentions the shores of the Black Sea. La Tène? 

 

   

                                         

My ETSY

Boosting signal…

On The Nature of the Love of Gods

Being loved and being IN love with a Divinity in a ROMANTIC sense, well probably platonic ones too but I digress, it’s INTENSE. I’m VERY new to this sort of feeling and emotion. I’ve noticed a distinct difference between Male Divinity and Female Divinity. My experiences, while just as intense, were always a bit more familiar I guess when I am dealing with Goddess’s. The influx of male energy knocks me off my feet on a regular basis. It’s amazing and addictive and impossible to explain sometimes. I want it though. I need it. I crave it. And I give myself shit for avoiding it for so long. Life would have been so much easier if I had just accepted it sooner. This song explains what’s it’s been like the last year…or has it only been six months? I dunno, it’s hard to remember. All I know is it’s all Hermes and Poseidon’s fault.

“What Kind Of Man” by Florence and the Machine

I was on a heavy tip
Tryna cross a canyon with a broken limb
You were on the other side
Like always, wondering what to do with life
I already had a sip
So I’d reasoned I was drunk enough to deal with it
You were on the other side
Like always, you could never make your mindAnd with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted 20 years
What kind of man loves like this

To let me dangle at a cruel angle
Oh my feet don’t touch the floor
Sometimes you’re half in and then you’re half out
But never close the door

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

You’re a holy fool all colored blue
Red feet upon the floor
You do such damage, how do you manage?
Tryna crawl in back for more

And with one kiss
You inspired a fire of devotion
That lasted 20 years
What kind of man loves like this

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

But I can’t beat you
Cause I’m still with you
Oh mercy I implore
How do you do it
I think I’m through it
Then I’m back against the wall

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man
What kind of man loves like this
What kind of man

Mormon Bits

So April 30th of last year I was baptized into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Better known as Mormons. I know this is confusing because of all my Pagan stuff and I haven’t really explained ANY of my Mormon bits. It’s really confusing for me which makes it almost impossible to explain. IT’S SYNCRETISM PEOPLE!! Hermes=Jesus. Heavenly Father=Odin. Heavenly Mother=???. Why LDS Christianity and not some other form? Like the United Church of Canada that I grew up with? Apparently it has something to do with how the LDS folks treat their Dead. I have Work to do with Odin, Hermes and Poseidon with the Dead. So I don’t even know yet, I don’t get FULLY immersed in the rituals until my one year anniversary. Anyways. This song is my “Mormon” song because they teach how we are all Brothers and Sisters and how the end is coming but we just need to endure to the end. I dunno, maybe it’s only funny to me but Hermes and I both get the giggles from this song.

“Fallen” by Imagine Dragons

Run for cover

My sense of fear is running thin
Undercover
Just like a candle in the wind

Tell everybody, tell everybody
Brothers, sisters, the ending is coming

Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Now we’re just gonna ride it out

Every morning
I’m staring shadows in the eye
Oh, good morning
Will you just wait until I die?

Tell everybody, tell everybody
Brothers, sisters, the ending is coming

Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Now we’re just gonna ride it out

Tell everybody, tell everybody
Tell everybody, we are fallen
Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Ohhhhh
We are fallen, we are fallen
Now we’re just gonna ride it out

I just want to take it in
Even when your fire runs out
Will you start it up again?
We are fallen

What Talking With the Gods is Like

My day of World of Warcraft playing was interrupted to bring you this post; They won’t shut up sometimes until you do what they ask and “later” is not acceptable. The Gods don’t talk to me the way, say, you and I would sit down and have a chat. It comes in colour’s and music, poetry and whispers, images and emotions. You catch my drift I’m guessing. Translating that into human speak can be rather challenging sometimes. This song pretty much sums up my feelings on the subject.

“All This And Heaven Too” by Florence and the Machine.

And the heart is hard to translate
It has a language of its own
It talks in tongues and quiet sighs,
And prayers and proclamations
In the grand days of great men and the smallest of gestures
And short shallow gaspsBut with all my education I can’t seem to command it
And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can’t seem to understand itAnd I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

And it talks to me in tiptoes
And it sings to me inside
It cries out in the darkest night and breaks in the morning light

But with all my education I can’t seem to command it
And the words are all escaping, and coming back all damaged
And I would put them back in poetry if I only knew how
I can’t seem to understand it

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

And I would give all this and heaven too
I would give it all if only for a moment
That I could just understand the meaning of the word you see
‘Cause I’ve been scrawling it forever but it never makes sense to me at all

No, words are a language
It doesn’t deserve such treatment
And all of my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling

All this heaven never could describe such a feeling as I’m hearing

Words were never so useful
So I was screaming out a language that I never knew existed before

Stop What You’re Doing And Read This.

SO GOOD!