“Worship”.
What an incredible subject! Though… I suspect that word might mean one thing for me, and something else entirely for others here…
Perturbator- “Diabolus Ex Machina”
Aštoreth. My “patron” goddess. I worship Aštoreth through training. Combat. Competition. Running, lifting, and any manner of exercise… are all means of worship. The harder I push myself, and the stronger my body gets… the more our connection grows, the more I develop in her image and attributes, and the more I honor my goddess. The greatest moments are when you feel like you can’t go on, and are ready to give up… but you feel your goddess inspiring you to keep going, to continue, to push on and excel and reach new heights. That sense of victory and achievement, when you have triumphed over yourself, your weaker self, and conquered your limits, while reaching ever higher….
Do you see now? Will you even allow yourself to understand? Can you even relate?
Lilith. How to even put into words the raw energy, the hunger… the rage. I… worship her through sex. The crazier the better. It’s like… I can feel her fire within me, just beneath the surface, ignited and raging, living through me and hungry for more. More pleasure. More pain. Consumed by desire, enveloped by passion. And it’s not just sex… but wild celebration. Debauchery. Intoxication. But also… thrill seeking! Adventure! Excitement! Imagine standing at the peak of a mountain as a massive storm approaches, and raising your arms to welcome it as everything comes alive around you. That is what the Lilith of my religion hungers for… the psychotic euphoria of fear, and danger, and pleasure, and excitement! A vortex of chaos spiraling around creating a tunnel through time and space… intertwined with visions of a beautiful, dreamlike paradise… all of it leading to who knows where…
This is a glimpse into but two of my seven gods. Imagine the other five!
I… also worship my gods by opening gateways for them to enter the hearts and minds of humanity. Portraits, scenes of battle, you name it. I want
whoever is next to experience them as I have. It’s like… a mission. A purpose. It is something that I must do or a part of me feels like it is dying, and screaming out for action. A divine purpose. Some do this with music. I can do this with words, but I prefer traditional art… oil paint or charcoal ideally. Though, I can make use of anything. Nothing can stop me.
Beyond this, sure, there are the usual spiritual/ religious acts of worship that most are familiar with… but what is
most fulfilling to me is to worship with
my lifestyle.