madness of a summer's night (original) (raw)

żmija, slavic pagan witch

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Am I blessed or cursed with my soul? With this restless, unsatisfied spirit, hopelessly homesick and always missing the worlds and whispers impossible to reach, to grab, to possess? Dreaming of calm breaths and sun kissing my skin, and fire and cold forest’s streams, dreaming of simpler times and simpler truths, of golden fields and wild winds high in the mountains..? But longing for stormy skies and thunders, for blood and bones, constantly facing sadness so utterly profound it turns everything into ash on my fingertips? Soul that craves freedom and wildness, that sings the forgotten ballads of warriors and poets long gone. Spirit that never settles down and can never be satisfied.

truly is it a curse or a blessing..? this slavic soul it's just rambling pagan slavic żmija gada

the Valentine’s Day is coming up and I would like to remind everyone without a sweetheart that I am your date this year.

I can offer a night of soft laughter and mad augury, bonfires that turn the snow to amber, singing songs that have been forgotten for centuries, dancing to the sound of ancient whispers and our intertwined heartbeats. gifts of berries and bones, bouquets of frozen flowers and thorn-filled eeriness, confessions of pleasure and secrets.

I will dress you up in mist and crown you Royalty of Love and Ruler of my bitter heart - and this being such a nice night, all I ask in return is a smile and a dance.

usual price is at least a part of your soul, so do consider this special offer.

and as always, bring food.

żmija gada rambling rambling rambling you can trust me because i have a lot of experience in those deals and i am reliable no worries not like some tricksters or fairies

to all my new followers: this is your last chance to go back… beyond this point you will be cruelly and indiscriminately exposed to terrible levels of serpentine rambling, slavic ridiculousness, and sapphic rage.

I cannot be held responsible - although I should be.

I love you all with my whole two undead hearts.

żmija gada thank you! I will disappoint you but hopefully in an entertaining way

you asked me about asks

slava, your bitter rambling slavic witch here to ramble (although not that bitterly) about asks. This post will join my “about and FAQ” page.

- I get approximately 10-15 asks every day - which is quite a lot to answer on a daily basis; please bear that in mind and be patient with me

- if during a given day all asks I receive are anons, I have to spread them a bit so my blog doesn’t become a wall of text that’s usually of no interest for my followers

- normal asks and messages are prioritized and will be answered before anons

- if you want your question to be answered privately, please let me know

- some asks or messages will be answered right away: those short, simple ones. if your question is complex and requires research and contemplation on my behalf, it will take longer to reply to. I do this all out of passion and I always want to address the issue as thoroughly as I possibly can

- if I direct you to my FAQ or just reply with a link to an answer I gave to this exact same question before, don’t think I’m being rude or lazy

- also, it’s absolutely okay if you haven’t noticed that it has been asked before, no need to apologize

- unless you’re that anon who asked me about the same issue four times even though I replied the first time. I know it’s you, you make the same typo every time - work on your vocabulary and spelling, my dude. this point is bitter yes I know.

- you can ask me everything - about slavic practice and faith, customs, my beliefs, my favourite adjective - although if your question is personal in nature and it’s anonymous… you know. sorry.

- you can message me here about translation work, but the rest will be carried out through email

- some asks get lost. if I haven’t replied in two weeks, resend it. this site is a hellhole

- feel free to just say hi and talk about stuff. if I’m not currently busy I’m probably bored out of my mind.

thank you for listening,

żmija

żmija gada long post sorry to everyone who has no businness in seeing this skippity skip this the last four anons I got are about asks so here ye go

the sacred moments on my path, so often overwhelming in their simplicity, hardly ceremonial at all, all stem from the wild experiences that are both uniting me with the world and my own corporeality - and transgress my ideas of mundanity, at the same time, even if they are the most natural and even everyday experiences.

one of the most defining religious experience that led me to where I am now, spiritually, is one that can be so easily recreated, and I do recreate it every year, and yet it is for me the highest and most sacred ritual.

it is right after midsummer: the sun is scorching yet it hardly warms the earth, as it still holds the memory of winter. but the sun kisses your skin and tangles your hair, and you step, bare feet, on the warm grass. the mountain stream runs wild and cold, and it is the first day of the year, right after Kupała, when you are allowed to go into the water. no devils there now, no dangers ready to claw at your feet.

the moment when you submerge yourself, when the still-freezing water overflows and swallows you whole, and you touch the murky bottom - and you open your eyes, and the water is dark, but right above you there is the sun, and so you swim upwards, to the light, to the sun, as the cold of the water starts to be too much -

and the second you emerge - or even less so, the shortest of moments - and the sun hits your eyes again, and the heat lands on your skin, and the stinging lungs are allowed a full life-giving breath again, and you’re unable to think at all as if you barely existed at all -

and even though you are nearly as cold as a corpse you are surrounded by life, and blessed by warmth, and on the line between the underworld and the unknown - and the life as you know it, sweet and familiar. you are here and not-here, and now and nearly-never, and even though it is your body that links all these feelings and experiences them, it allows you to wake your soul just a little bit more, feel the world in just a slightly different way.

you are there, in that moment, and so shockingly overwhelmingly so - and yet, in that short profound moment you are not there at all, you do not have a body nor you are a body, you are a feeling, an imprint, a sentiment of the universe. you are both the cold water and the scorching sun, the past and the present, the life and death.

żmija gada long post rambling... rambling... I know I miss summer I cannot wait I do not need loud hymns nor grand declarations.... so often I just need the wild mountains and the sun and my own insignificance transformed into overwhelming meaning we are nothing but we are everything as well we are now but never too

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