This has been an intense and wonderful Anthesteria, especially last night. So much happened I couldn’t even begin to tell you about it (though the description of the opera in the last post? yeah, kinda like that) and some of it I simply can’t, it being both άπόρρητον and άρρητον. I went to sleep feeling exuberantly joyous, like I’d done good and important work, full to brimming with my god’s bliss and frenzy …
… and woke up in hell.
Empty. Raw. Aching physically and spiritually. Every little thing setting me off on an emotional rollercoaster. Plagued by concerns and doubt. Just utterly, utterly miserable.
I was starting to fear that I’d pushed too far, done too much over the last couple days and it broke my brain.
And maybe it did.
But Dver also reminded me that this is how it always is. Then you do the rites, expel the pollution and things get better.
This festival, man. It’s fucking intense.
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i can’t wait to hear the redemption story!
khairete
suz
My life is one long redemption story. :D
If all goes as planned, tonight will be intense for me.
I just heard Dionysos laugh and say, “More than you realize.”
Good luck, my friend!
That’s what’s worrying me. It WAS intense, and more than just the drinking (which was some of the best/worst ever for me). The person that has been walking the myths with me came over, helped me set up the Ariadne altar, and poured libations and drank with me as we celebrated the heiros gamos. Let that sink in for a bit. I’m still trying to process it.
*smiles*
Heh, we’ll talk more later. :)
Kind of sounds like a religious version of subdrop. Sounds like your Anthesteria was wild, though. :)
a quite appropriate analogy