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guys I made an ‘if you were a deity, what would you be the god of?’ quiz! it’s somewhere between the greek gods and astrology and hopefully it’s fun and a little weird :))
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The Temple
You are steadfast, kind and dependable, and have a habit of making people feel safe when they talk to you. They gravitate towards you because of the patience and calm you exude, and can trust you implicitly. You have a knack for saying the right thing, and have learned to bear your pain with a tolerance and grace that goes unnoticed by many but seen by the important few. You’re allergic to drama and conflict, but know when and where to stand your ground. You tend not to be reckless and hasty, as the times you have done so in the past caused pain. You are prone to embarrassment - when you feel you’ve blundered the shame is almost overwhelming.Even though you may not see your own worth as clearly as you should, those around you are determined to stay with you because you make them feel like they’re at home, accepted unconditionally. The best kind of person. As a deity, you’re the god of stability, of healing, of sanctuary and safe harbour, of faithfulness and commitment, of mountains, of fields, of growing old, of effort and humble reward, of autumn, of prosperity and kindness of spirit.
that doesn’t sound right but i don’t know enough about myself to dispute it
The Lost Child
You’re a wayward son, the prodigal leaving home, the empty place at your family’s dinner table. For your own reasons, you left the door wide open on your way out. The people in your life stare at the mid-August brightness flooding in and suppress the urge to follow. You’re grown now, and free, and you engage in all the joys of freedom with enthusiasm. Independence and practicality are vital to you, and you’ve come a long way on your own. Somewhere inside you, though, no matter how well you hide it, you’re still that kid who strayed from the path and you need someone to tell you you’re safe at last, that the world can’t hurt you anymore. Will you always walk with nostalgia for those endless childhood summer afternoons dogging your steps? As a deity, you’re the god of forests, of liminal spaces, or children and childhood, of lost things, of summer and of time.
The Stargazer
Deep in a long term love affair with the constellations, you want to believe in tarot, astrology, the patterns of the stars and of destiny. Too often, though, you find that things don’t obey the roles ascribed to them, and the people in your life spin out of their orbits. You like to imagine that you’re in a film and that everything that happens is just part of a pre-written journey, subject to a formula and written in your favour. An in-born compassion for others shadows you wherever you go, as you put others first with a dogged faithfulness. You value things that help you escape. However, to truly find meaning you must let go of the people who hold you back, and accept that the stars are just stars. As a deity, you’re the patron god of the night sky, of destiny, of order and logic, of certainty, of wishes and of guidance.
The Lost Child
You’re a wayward son, the prodigal leaving home, the empty place at your family’s dinner table. For your own reasons, you left the door wide open on your way out. The people in your life stare at the mid-August brightness flooding in and suppress the urge to follow. You’re grown now, and free, and you engage in all the joys of freedom with enthusiasm. Independence and practicality are vital to you, and you’ve come a long way on your own. Somewhere inside you, though, no matter how well you hide it, you’re still that kid who strayed from the path and you need someone to tell you you’re safe at last, that the world can’t hurt you anymore. Will you always walk with nostalgia for those endless childhood summer afternoons dogging your steps? As a deity, you’re the god of forests, of liminal spaces, or children and childhood, of lost things, of summer and of time.
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