When She comes and finds me, I am crying.
Out of happiness. Out of sadness. Confusion. Loneliness from being so not-alone for too long. The shadow work can only do so much when you don’t really want it to work.
I haven’t seen Her in a long time but there is no difference; Her actions are wordless when She takes me into Her arms and holds me there. My heart is light, but my lungs are heavy. My hands are trembling. The sky skews, misaligned, its stars blinking in and out of existence. These are facts I cannot change.
The journey is long, and its waters deep, She says.
I know.
But I am not the ocean that leads you to shore.
I know.
I am not the rock that protects you from the weather.
I know.
I am not the anchor that holds the waves and the wind at bay.
I know.
He is.
I know, Goddess.
She sleeps with me until morning, in place of him. I am comforted, but not complete.
All of these are facts I cannot change.
This is supposed to happen the first time Persephone is back to the Underworld….so I went and made a sequel for a comic that hasn’t even happened yet. Wibbly wobbly timey wimey….
Did I regret anything? No. No I don’t.
on deviantart
for my hellenics.

Now the question is what am I going to do with all that curse money?
… Pssst, hey Emma, I found something for you. It doesn’t even have to be a deterrent, just a really efficient method of saving!
reblogging again because Emma hasn’t seen it yet >:cI can’t even.
The first two pages from my upcoming comic Horus Story, the very true story of Horus’ birth according to Egyptian legend.
From the archives of NASA’s Astronomy Picture of the Day.

The Enochian alphabet consists of twenty-one letters, and the language, like Hebrew and other angelic alphabets, is written right to left. Some letters represent multiple sounds, including some overlap.