Πανδαματωρ - Pandamator, all-vanquisher, all-subduer, all-tamer
"Days pull you down just like a sinking ship, Floating is getting harder, But tread the water, child, and know that meanwhile, Rises the moon.
Days pull you up just like a daffodil, Uprooted from its garden, They'll tell you what you owe, but know even so, Rises the moon.
You'll be visited by sleep, I promise you that soon the autumn comes, To steal away each dream you keep, Breathe, breathe, breathe."
- rises the moon, Liana Flores
A comfort post because today was rough and I cried several times today but Sleep is always there to carry me down to his domain as I rest my heavy head upon my pillow so that I may receive relieving respite from life's pains.
Hypnos's lullaby would definitely be "rises the moon" though, it suits him...
(He's also a big fan of hot chocolate.)
Reblog if you really love Hermes, like if you really love Hermes.
"In my restless dreams, I see that town..."
I don't think it's necessarily death that humans fear, I think it is the potential pain and agony that may come with and from it... (oh, to be a shade wondering and wandering, without aim, without burden...)
Οιοπολος - Oiopolos, Sheep-Tending/Shepherd The shepherd plucked the lamb away from the den of wolves, walking away whilst the lamb bleated in fear, for it would be leaving the familiar coldness and lupine threats. "Where are you taking me, shepherd?" The lamb asked. "I'm taking you home." The shepherd replied, "I'm taking you away from that saddening situation." "But what if I get lost?" The lamb asked, hesitation pulling at its downy wool. "You were always lost, but it's alright." The young man smiled, as gentle as the breeze, "Now, you are found. That place wasn't home. It was only a house, see. There's a difference. You belong somewhere else. Not amongst snapping jaws and razor claws." The lamb followed close, basking in his warmth. It's strange. Though the fear of the unknown lingers in its heart, the thrill of freedom is undeniable. "Come with me, and have no worries." He held his hand out, a guide to an aimless wanderer, "Let me show you what it's like to go home, little lost lamb."
He of the lucky coins,
He of the serendipitous blessings,
He of the joyous fortunes,
May I continue to find balance in even the most tumultuous of moments,
May I continue to seek the good to overcome the bad,
May I continue to prosper even in my darkest hours.
Hermes,
Pompaios,
Guide for all,
As I hold out a hand for you,
I hope you will take it,
And together in good grace,
Walk along the strange, winding road ahead. Going through life,
Is not as frightening when done with a friend,
And I feel confident in saying,
You are my friend,
Keep my heart calm,
Grant me equanimity in the face of tumultuous storms,
Be my guide, friend and fellow traveler.
A most confounding feeling has washed over me; I wish I could look in the mirror and find a stranger, unburdened by the accumulated sorrows and troubles of this life. I wanted to be unsettled, free from these chains, and eager to be led to a distant land and give birth to myself to have a fresh start.
I want to be an unseen face in the crowd, watching as people pass me by, filled with the giddiness and melancholia of witnessing life but not understanding or knowing it.
I want to be lost. I want to be free. I want to be guided.
I want to stop the endless noise in my head that fills me with dread.
I want to be a nameless wanderer, wandering and wondering, flying free with all the consequences of freedom entailing, such as wonderlust and loneliness.
He is lonely too, is he not? Always on the run, going place to place, meeting people and bidding them adieu in the same breath.
Yet, it is thrilling and fulfilling nonetheless, isn't it?
I wish for companionship on such lonely roads.
I wish for the eternal guide to hold my hand and squeeze it, telling me all will be fine.
I wish for a friend to teach me to bask in the sanctity of loneliness and being unknown and being fresh.
I wish for many thing, but there is one wish I hope for the most.
I wish for guidance in this vast, scary world.
In misty meadows,
A shepherd walks,
Surrounded by sheep,
In despaired need,
Past mellow mountains,
And melancholic fields,
A newcomer joins,
Downy and grey,
In his arms,
A little lamb,
In his arms,
A lonely lamb,
In his arms,
A lovely lamb,
Much thanks to,
Merciful, patient pompaios.
(using a coinflip to determine answers, heads = yes, tails = no)
Me: Uh...should I be afraid of you...?
Hermes: *serious* Yes.
Me: *nervous* Wait, what- really?
Hermes: Haha, no! *laughs*
Me: *realizing I have been pranked by god*
Cow: *literally just existing* Me and Hermes pointing at it at the same time: c o w Bonus Hermes: This reminds me about the time I achieved godhood by stealing Apollo's cattle. Me: Hermes, no, this is the 7th time- Hermes: See, it all started when I was just a mere infant child in a cave-
Books are expensive, Hermes thinks learning about your religion should be free.
They're just the basics and only a few, but feel free to ask me to add anything and I'll try my best!
A wanderer at heart; lost, aimless and lonely, but with soul. Minor . They/Them . Currently working with: Hermes (main) . Hypnos (minor) . Dionysus (minor) . Hestia (minor)
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