Aphrodite: Pulchritudinous- (adj.) Someone of breathtaking, heartbreaking beauty
Apollo: Effulgence- (n.) Bright, so much so it seems as if rays of light are being emanated
Ares: Defenestration- (n.) The act of throwing someone out a window
Artemis: Tenacious- (adj.) Willfully determined
Athene: Sagacious- (adj.) Having or showing an ability to understand difficult ideas and situations and to make good decisions
Demeter: Petrichor- (n.) The smell of earth after rain
Dionysos: Panache- (n.) Flamboyant confidence of style or manner, a certain flair
Hephaestus: Monochopsis- (n.) The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
Hera: Redamancy- (n.) The act of loving someone who loves you; a love returned in full
Hermes: Facetious- (adj.) Trying to appear amusing, witty and/or intelligent at an inappropriate time, and when it would be better to be serious
Hestia: Hiraeth- (n.) A homesickness for a home that never existed, or to which you cannot return
Haides: Nepenthe- (n.) Something that can make you forget grief or suffering
Persephone: Iconoclast- (n.) One who breaks stereotypes
Poseidon: Curglaff- (n.) The physical sensation experienced when diving into cold water
Zeus: Sovereign- (n.) A supreme ruler, especially a monarch
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Thranduil: So, whose plan was it to send my son and a bunch of other kids to destroy the One Ring in Mordor?
*silence*
Thranduil: Let me guess, is it the same genius who send a bunch of dwarves and a hobbit to kill a dragon and reclaim a mountain?
Gandalf: …
Thranduil: Or is it the one who couldn’t manage to kick one mortal guy’s ass and led whole world to disaster?
Elrond: …
Thranduil: I guess it’s way too stupid to only one of you to come up with. You must have collaborated.
advice to all the kids following me: when you turn 18 people are gonna try and tell you to buy porn or cigarettes because you can, fuck that. you know what else it legal to buy at 18? blades. get yourself a damn sword. a big knife is also okay.
I’m still crazy new to Hellenism and even newer to this blog so I’m sorry if this has already been answered but why is it that there is so incredibly little on primordial gods? Both in terms of stories, artworks and all of that stuff.
There’s actually more than most people realize on primordial deities. Part of the problem is that the primodrial deities aren’t as popular and so not as much of it leaks into pop culture and easily accessible areas. Part of it is that people sometimes don’t realize that a particular deity is classified as a primordial deity.
The primordial deities in Hellenism are known as Protogenoi, which means roughly “First Born”, and are usually the deities which are the physical embodiment of their domains. According the Theoi.com the Protogenoi are as follows:
- Aether
- Ananke
- Chaos
- Chronos
- Erebos
- Eros
- Gaia
- Hemera
- Hydros
- The Nesoi
- Nyx
- Okeanos
- The Ourea
- Phanes
- Phusis
- Pontus
- Tartarus
- Tethys
- Thalassa
- Thesis
- Uranus
Some of the deities listed, like Uranus, Nyx, Eros, Gaia, Pontus, and Chronos we actually have a fair amount of art and literature that includes them. Others, either they never had particularly large cult followings, or we just haven’t found much surviving material.
A lack of modern art and literature about these deities may very well stem just from the general lack of presence in main stream representation. There also tends to be a misconception that the older generations of deities stopped being worshiped with the rise of the Theoi.
It can certainly be more work to find information on some of the Protogenoi, but it’s worth it if you’re interested in their worship.
“Don’t Work with Death!”
“Don’t work with death, because then you invite it into your house.”
Death is already in my house. Death is everywhere. Death is what decays the plant matter that feeds my garden. Death is what feeds the herbs I use in my spells, for each grows from what died before it.
Death is what feeds my family – death of plants, the death of animals. I would not disrespect the spirits of that which feeds us by ignoring their sacrifice.
Death is the veil between my ancestors and myself, keeping them at rest and then acting as the gate for them to step into their next life.
When I do hospice work and sit with someone who is accepting their approaching death, I don’t tell them death is something to fear or avoid. I tell them death is the friend that walked beside them, every step of their life, maintaining the balance of the world, and waiting for them with open arms, to escort them to rebirth.
“Don’t work with death!”
I would not ignore life’s partner, not for arrogance or fear or ignorance. When I go to my own, I want to greet death with respect, acceptance, and gratitude.
The Carving Witch 