nordicsatyr
nordicsatyr
The Nordic Satyr
I am the ever changing man that I am but my devotion to Dionysus has stayed firm. I mainly repost things but I will throw in original content when you least expect it. This is my devotional blog and I am a Hellenic Polytheist who is devoted to and bound to Dionysus. My devotion extends to Pan and Selene. And I honor many other gods, including, but not limited to Hermes, Hecate, Persephone, Hades, Hestia. I am open to questions, and discussion. Open content warning of a sexual and hedonistic nature.I have a fandom/geek/personal/hobby interests blog: @thebaroncain
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nordicsatyr · a day ago
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✞ 666 ✞
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nordicsatyr · a day ago
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My heart cries out for this
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nordicsatyr · 3 days ago
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Literally why I call myself a “reimaginist” and why I can’t be a part of a reconstruction group.
That and all of the info we have now has been through so many freaking lenses that I can’t see any one group or person being “right” ESPECIALLY if they claim to be “Right”
There's a Zeus hymn that literally gets carried across centuries of "orphic" sources yet each time I find someone or some group that labels itself as "orphic" they're always screeching about Dionysus or Hekate and Zeus just doesn't seem to exist.
And this, my friends, is why I have trouble taking those groups seriously. Being inspired by different elements to build your practice is fine, but claiming to reconstruct a mystery religion when you're clearly missing pieces of the puzzle is laughable.
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nordicsatyr · 3 days ago
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People gathered around lava, Iceland.
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nordicsatyr · 3 days ago
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You can’t tell me this person isn’t Dionysus....
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EZRA MILLER GQ Style UK S/S 2020 › ph. Jeff Bark
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nordicsatyr · 4 days ago
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The Elders weared in bear hides, 1944, Nicholas Roerich
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nordicsatyr · 5 days ago
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Aries: The electric air of a far-off storm draws you out, toward fields gone gold in the slanting light. Black clouds on the horizon fill you with awful yearning for what you feel but cannot know — a fearful devotion to a place without shape, a love that burns with no name.
Taurus: Strange memories rise up just before sleep — a buzzing cicada night where you pant hotly through the dark, pacing low to the ground behind an empty schoolyard, air thick with the smell of snapped weeds and animal hair, the wail of a distant train. You aren’t sure what belongs to you here.
Gemini: Sleep doesn’t come like it used to, and the late air hangs heavy with the smell of wet leaves and slow decay. It presses on you, a blanket of earth and underbrush that fills your lungs. At night, you see deer in every shadow, bounding away into the trees, always away.
Cancer: Deep in the woods, a sheet hangs suspended above a dry riverbed — a cloth which moves like translucent flesh over the stones, bending the light away. A voice trembles on the other side, and a dozen thin hands stretch out for you behind the veil, to cradle you, to pull you home again.
Leo: Blinding days slip slowly into velvet hours, away from the light. Your head comes alive in the dark, a menagerie of sound, full of beating wings and unfurling green. Look into a mirror to see yourself, unfamiliar and intruded upon, a wild animal watching you through your eyes.
Virgo: It’s another heart, now, shifting beneath your skin — a sleeping thing turning over, restless in its final dream. You become something new on the night that it wakes, and if some searcher calls out your name in the woods, the sound is lost beneath the roar of crickets, forgotten at last.
Libra: You’ll find it lying across the pavement in the dead of night, an inscrutable god whose head curls back as it returns to the ground. It will speak its final secret below the swaying powerlines, through the sizzling static, guttural with grief. Stay until the air goes quiet.
Scorpio: There is something you’ve forgotten, though it’s not entirely gone. Trying to remember it now brings a sad sort of pain, an aching in your eyes and arms. Let your hands guide you to something buried beneath the lake, near the shore — entombed in silt, bones that once were yours.
Sagittarius: Visions tear at the corners of your eyes, peeling around the edges. There’s something just beneath, another place turned back like a hazy reflection, at once familiar and strange. It comes and goes, hitches your breath, leaves you gazing toward a distant mountain that was never there.
Capricorn: In dreams you hear a language without words, a low humming from deep below the ground, a buzz in the air around you. You wake to find a bitter leaf curled beneath your tongue, and a circlet of grass about your neck. Outside, the world is murmuring, and each sound is like a voice.
Aquarius: At dawn, pillars of white smoke float like phantoms between the trees, flameless and churning among the dry leaves. Count them before they fade in the light of day — they were left for your eyes, a message to mark the days until they return for you. Be waiting outside when they arrive.
Pisces: To your eyes, the sky moves faster than it did before, sweeping clouds across the landscape like breakers on the sea. Your blood feels cold, rushed, and the stars streak across the black mantle above, like tracers behind headlights, like the world is falling away.
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nordicsatyr · 6 days ago
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bears
Gaston Phoebus, Livre de la chasse, Avignon ca. 1375-1400
BnF, Français 619, fol. 15v
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nordicsatyr · 6 days ago
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drunk dionysus 🍇🏺 i missed drawing him...
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nordicsatyr · 6 days ago
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“Fursuiting has a certain dimming effect on one’s senses.
My senses aren’t razor sharp on the best day, so cover me in fur, take away a good portion of my hearing and vision, and I become a tad ineffectual in navigating the world around me.
Rambling up the pier on a sunny Sunday, I became aware of a  sudden heaviness in my right leg.“Uh oh,” I thought. “Stroke.”
Upon closer examination, I discovered that my difficulty walking was not caused by a blood clot, but rather this young man who had anchored himself to my side.
Relieved, I patted his head, gave him the happy paws and looked around for the camera. Surely his parents were taking pictures of their giddy son and the giant canine.
It was then I realized that he was sobbing, and no cameras, let alone parental units, were in evidence.
Dogs I understand. Children are a mystery to me. Worried that I had crushed his little foot, or smacked him with my tail, I asked him what was the matter.
“I can’t find my daddy!” He said between hiccups. “That’s OK,” I said. ‘I’ll sniff him out for you.“ “Really? You promise?” He gripped me tighter and brightened a little. “Of course! I’m a search and rescue dog. No problem.”
He grinned and held my paw and I then realized that I had better locate pops post haste or the kid would grow up not to trust talking dogs. I couldn’t have that.
We walked slowly up the pier, searching for daddy, both trying to smile for the tourists. Little Carlos related that his papa had been fishing, but had moved to a new spot on the rail. The kid had walked over to look at a seagull, and somehow lost track of  his dad’s position. I wagged. I was looking for a guy fishing from the pier, and that narrowed my search to only a few hundred blokes. Piece of cake.
“What does your daddy look like?” I asked. “He’s wearing a white t-shirt.” Carlos offered. I looked around. So were 90% of the others fishing.
Sensing that I needed more information, he thought hard for a moment. “He fishes with squid!” He exclaimed, convinced that hunk of knowledge would lead us to pops like no other.
We walked up and down the pier. Twice. Carlos started to cry again, and I felt a peculiar mix of compassion, panic and failure. What if we never found his dad? I’d have to raise him as my own. Where would he sleep? What do kids eat? Kids grow up so fast. How could I afford shoes and tiny fursuits every 6 months?
Just when we were both about to dissolve into sobbing puddles,a frantic man came running towards us, brandishing a fishing rod and a look of profound relief. I’ll never forget it.
“Mijo!” He exclaimed, scooping up the kid and hugging him so tightI thought he might pop. They were both crying and smiling and a flood of relief washed over me. I wouldn’t have to worry about making pint sized DTD’s after all….
Carlos Sr. shook my paw vigorously and thanked me again and again for taking the time to help his boy. He had no idea howthey became separated, but a nice lady on the end of the piertold him that a talking dog was wandering around with a lost kiddo.At least I was easy to spot.
As father and son resumed their day of pescatory bliss, I feltlike a very good dog. Crisis averted, I continued my stroll, heading decidedly for the watering hole with the coldest beer. 
I may not be much of a search and rescue dog, but I felt like it at that moment.“
-Dogbomb
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nordicsatyr · 6 days ago
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It makes me really mad that fruit-infused water are called "detox water" because that's not true but also they make really nice libations for summer, especially if you have warm weather.
Slap a god's favorite fruit in water, let that thing infuse for several hours and have a nice refreshing drink you can share with them. All while getting hydrated? Doesn't that sound nice?
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nordicsatyr · 6 days ago
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Why do I want someone who only hurts me? How much does one have to hate themselves to want someone who only destroys them.
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nordicsatyr · 6 days ago
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Not to flirt but I can see devil in you
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nordicsatyr · 8 days ago
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You know theres a lot of posts talking about doing enough for the theoi but honestly? Hellenic polytheism is about reciprocity and sometimes you didnt do enough. Sometimes you didnt do your best. Sometimes the theoi arent as present as they usually are because youre not.
Its not the end of the world though. Its ok. Pour a libation. Say a prayer. Just do what you can.
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nordicsatyr · 9 days ago
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nordicsatyr · 9 days ago
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Soft sex is underrated on this site.
Let me pick you up and carry you to a soft bed, lay you down among the pillows and blankets.
Let me crawl on top of you and nuzzle into your neck. Let me pepper soft kisses all over your body, offering special attention to your gorgeous belly and thighs.
Let me sing to you while I fuck you softly and slowly, worshiping you with every thrust.
Let me take you gently, like you're made of porcelain.
Let me show you just how much you mean to me. Just how much I love you.
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nordicsatyr · 9 days ago
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Dionysos References
Books of Myths, Poetry, Hymns, and Plays Involving Dionysos:
The Bacchae
The Frogs
D’Aulaire’s Book of Greek Myths
The Complete World of Greek Mythology
Dionysiac Poetics and Euripides’ Bacchae
Dionysiaca
The Glory of Hera <— take this one with a grain of salt, as it presents Freud’s theories as credible
The Library
Academic Texts on Dionysos and His Cult:
Dionysos: Exciter to Frenzy <— favorite
Pagan Regeneration, chapter iii: Dionysian Excesses
Dionysos: Archetypal Image of Indestructible Life
Dionysos (Gods and Heroes of the Ancient World)
Ecstatic
The God Who Comes: Dionysian Mysteries Revisited
The Glory of Hera
A Mythological History of Ancient Greece. Volume 1: In the Beginning
Dionysos in Archaic Greece: An Understanding Through Images (Religions in the Graeco-Roman World)
Mystic Cults in Magna Graecia
The God Who Comes: Dionysian Mysteries Revisited
Gods of the Greeks
Dionysus: Myth and Cult
Ancient Mystery Cults
Books on Ancient Greek Culture:
Religion and Art in Ancient Greece
Greek Religion: Archaic and Classical (Ancient World) <— favorite
The Gods of Olympus: A History
The Glory of Hera
A Mythological History of Ancient Greece. Volume 1: In the Beginning
Prayer in Greek Religion
Ancient Greek Religion (Blackwell Ancient Religions)
Race and Citizen Identity in the Classical Athenian Democracy
Human Sacrifice in Ancient Greece
Friendship in the Classical World (Key Themes in Ancient History)
Aphrodite and Eros: The Development of Greek Erotic Mythology
Girls and Women in Classical Greek Religion
The Homeric Gods: The Spiritual Significance Of Greek Religion
On Greek Religion: Cornell Studies in Classical Philology
“Reading” Greek Death: To the End of the Classical Period
From Death to Rebirth: Ritual and Conversion in Antiquity
Prayer, Magic, and the Stars in the Ancient and Late Antique World
Citizen Bacchae: Women’s Ritual Practice in Ancient Greece
The Greek Way of Death
Athenian Myths and Festivals: Aglauros, Erechtheus, Plynteria, Panathenaia, Dionysia
The Sacred and the Feminine in Ancient Greece
Psyche the Cult of Souls and Belief in Immortality Among Ancient Greeks
Gender and Immortality: Heroines in Ancient Greek Myth and Cult
Ritualized Friendship and the Greek City
Everyday Life In Ancient Greece
Siren Feasts: A History of Food and Gastronomy in Greece
Magika Hiera: Ancient Greek Magic and Religion
Myth and Thought Among the Greeks
Myth and Society in Ancient Greece
Myth and Tragedy in Ancient Greece
Magic in the Ancient Greek World
Ancient Magic and Ritual Power (Religions in the Graeco-Roman World)
Greek Mysteries: The Archaeology of Ancient Greek Secret Cults
Greek Religion: A Sourcebook
Ancient Greece: Everyday Life in the Birthplace of Western Civilization
The Greek Way of Death
Devotional Texts:
Written In Wine: A Devotional Anthology For Dionysos
Miscellaneous:
Athenian Myths and Festivals: Aglauros, Erechtheus, Plynteria, Panathenaia, Dionysia
Rain, Conceive! Ancient Mysteries of Demeter & Persephone; Dionysos; Percival
Old Stones, New Temples
Prometheus: Archetypal Image of Human Existence
thehellenicguy’s resources
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nordicsatyr · 11 days ago
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The most beautiful thing I saw at the zoo. My child making friends with this little guy. She named him Michael.
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nordicsatyr · 12 days ago
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back to square one.
patreon | kofi
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nordicsatyr · 12 days ago
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Moss for the soul 💚🌿 January 2021
I had to climb three hills, five bramble patches and a tree for this, hope you like it 🌲🌳
My photo - do not repost
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