A good morning prayer for Lord Dionysos

(Image ID: Grapevines on a marble archway, butterflies fly between the leaves)

Good morning, Lord Dionysos, Eleuthereus (of Liberation)

It is under the morning sun that I greet you, golden-faced god of wine and revelry.

O' Dionysos, son of all-seeing Zeus, I greet you with a fresh start, a new day and new choices.

O' Dionysos, sparkling one, I dance in your name and I sing your praises.

I ask for nothing, I seek nothing but your warmth and your nonjudgmental guidance.

Thank you, Lord, for greeting me this day.

(Image ID: illustration of a grapevine)

This is my first prayer and I tried to do as much research for it as I possibly could but I know it's more than likely I got some stuff wrong. Prayers are hard when you're not asking for anything, and the structure is still something I struggle with, but He is patient. I have to remember that and be kind to myself.

The Gods are not trans allies.

The Gods are not trans-friendly.

The Gods do not ‘support’ queer people.

The Gods ARE trans. The Gods ARE queer.

The Gods are transgender, They are transsexual. ‘Trans’ means ‘beyond, across’.

The Gods are beyond gender. Beyond sex. Beyond flesh. Beyond normality and norms— thus, They are queer. They are trans. They are on the other side of gender, of sex— on the side we cannot even begin to understand.

The Gods are transsexual and transgender and queer not (only) within our human understanding of transness— They are not trans in the way we humans are trans.

But They are still trans. They are the original transness. The ultimate transsexuality.

Transness as a transition from a state to another state, from a form to another form— from Their divine form to one we humans can behold without being consumed by Their inherent queerness. From Their divinity to words we humans can attempt to understand and think of without being utterly lost in the enormity and infinity of the divine.

Transness as a journey, a constant state of evolution within the world— evolution of the world itself, for the Gods are the world, are beyond time, beyond space, yet constantly changing.

The Gods do not love trans worshippers despite their transness, despite their queerness. The Gods love trans worshippers for their transness. They love us because we are trans. Because we are queer.

As we defy norms, we become closer to Them— trans people are humans, mortals, but I firmly believe that there is something inherently holy in transition. To change yourself, to think the limits of the body and to alter your own flesh is to create, is to destroy. To understand how limitless the world is— how flesh and sex and gender are human things, social things, that are made by us and can be expended and transgressed— is to take a step towards the Gods.

The Gods love you. You are made in Their image. Or maybe— you make yourself in Their image. And that is beautiful.

(reminder that this is my vision of divinity, not a definite fact, even if i think there are a lot of things (in multiple cultures/religions) that point to the divine being beyond gender)

the gods love you🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

I love you psychotic pagans

• Pagans that get delusions that interfere with worship!

• Pagans that get religious delusions! Delusions of grandeur! Delusions of control!

• Pagans who can’t discern between hallucinations, delusions, and the Gods!

• Pagans who get hallucinations of the Gods!

• Pagans that get auditory hallucinations! Tactile hallucinations! Visual hallucinations! Olfactory hallucinations! Internal hallucinations!

• Pagans who get intrusive thoughts!

• Pagans who experience negative symptoms that make it hard to worship!

• Pagans whose psychosis makes it hard to worship in general!

• Pagans who think their psychosis brings them closer to the Gods!

• Pagans who get disorganized thoughts. Who can’t pray because of them!

• Pagans on medication! Pagans who can’t be medicated, who don’t want to be medicated, who aren’t medicated!

You’re all seen. You’re all loved. The Gods understand when things get tough.

[PLAIN TEXT: I love you psychotic pagans /end PT]

Thank you! I didn’t realize having it in big text would be a problem! I’ll avoid using it in the future if it is.

i have never met an unpsychotic person who knows what it actually means to “not encourage the delusion” …not a single one

what “don’t encourage the delusion” means:

what it does not mean:

I don’t mean to trivialize psychosis by making a weird comparison, but this guide also serves as a handy checklist for helping someone through a bad drug trip. In both cases your number one priority is to get the person through whatever they’re dealing with unharmed.

i don’t think it’s trivializing at all, nor a weird comparison—as a psychotic person who has had psychotic episodes inadvertently triggered by drug use and/or worsened while trying to self-medicate with drugs, i think this is an important addition.

People insisting I wasn’t a system, and instead had schizophrenia (which I do, I’m schizoaffective) convinced me I did and no one understood me. It was similar when I believed I was possessed by demons.

Challenging delusions can push people further into psychosis

It kind of saddens and frustrates me that “religious psychosis” is thrown around as a buzz word to indicate anything people don’t understand or like. I see it thrown around a lot on reddit especially. And it’s always with this inherently hostile tone, like people who do experience religious psychosis are less than as worshippers.

At the same time actual religious psychosis is rarely talked about.

Pagan spaces can be very hostile towards psychotic people.

as a psychotic person it's very rare that i feel safe in pagan spaces.

I feel like there’s a lack of education that can make navigating spaces, especially with a lot of new age practices, very hard (not that any of those practices are bad).

At the same time there’s a lot of persecution. Just look at the way many Pagans treat those who have Delusions of Grandeur. It’s honestly very uncomfortable, especially with how often the term religious psychosis gets thrown around in a derogatory way.