Getting Signs And Responses From My Gods Is The Best Feeling

i really wish that i could bless people.

sick? i’ll bless you; you’ll be healthy again soon

depressed? i’ll bless you; you’ll feel better soon

low on funds? i’ll bless you; riches will find you soon

generally a good person? i’ll bless you; fortune will smile down upon you

when it comes to the way divinity feels, there are so may ways i could quantify it. it's warm at times, electrifying at others. it's heat burning its way out of my chest.

i could also define divinity as deft fingers preening my wings. the weightlessness of flight. divinity feels like a glowing ball of light, cupped tenderly in my hands and pressed between my ribs to rest against my beating heart.

I am a whisper on the edge of a breath.

I move through silence, unseen,

a presence that alters reality,

but I do not touch it.

I am an echo of something forgotten,

a shape that does not belong,

but is felt in the space between moments.

No name holds me, not even my own,

And no body can claim the weight of my existence.

I am here in a home that's not mine,

the thread that never unravels,

the vision that never becomes clear.

I was once all that is pure,

just a presence that swam through the gaps in silence.

I existed before time,

before earth learned to breathe.

I was everywhere and nowhere

a pulse that only the stars knew,

a flicker in the vast, untouched void.

But now, I walk the ground.

I have feet, and they stir dust,

I feel the thrum of the world in my bones.

It is foreign, this heaviness.

I was light once;

before I learned to bend to the rules of flesh.

Now, I carry this body with all its quiet burdens.

I remember the skies,

the endless stretch of air where I was not bound.

I remember the stillness,

the peace that hummed through me like a song without words.

I was a soft, radiant being

but now,

I am here,

trapped in this skin,

trying to find my way back.

There is no longer a place for wings,

and no song to sing

But Its voice still guides me wordlessly.

The memory lingers

faint, but constant;

heavy, but ephimeral.

I remember what it felt like to be untethered,

to hover just above,

to see through time and thought,

to know without knowing.

Now, I walk among the living,

a shadow among shadows,

only sometimes - when the world holds its breath, when the light bends just so,

I feel the weightlessness again,

a brief, fragile return to what was.

This vessel of mine - it is merely there

To remember

And to reminisce.

But I wonder

how many of us are here,

hidden in bodies,

walking the earth,

searching for the skies.

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INTRO .ᐟ

꒰ঌ Aeven ໒꒱

✧ bodily 18 . Neurodivergent (with diagnosed NVLD + autism and quite a few others), chronically ill with fibromyalgia

✧ I feel very comfortable with the agender label, so thats what I use, and I am also bisexual !

✧ For me, I wouldn't say I was an angel in a "past life". I know I was sent to Earth but I can't remember why, but I feel no resentment towards my kind and I know I was loved back there. I can't remember what my purpose here is supposed to be, but I know it happened in this lifetime - though I don't exactly understand the concept of "life", as I am supposed to be no more than an immortal soul. I feel I have lived for thousands of years. That's probably why I have difficulty interacting with non-divine beings, but I love learning about them nonetheless

✧ "atheist" / nonspecific angel; I don't believe in the existence of a main god, nor heaven or hell, but I believe in the existence of other individual divine spirits and creatures like demons or cryptids. I know for sure I've lived among actual deities because I used to serve multiple of those higher beings, but they weren't the classical gods that are worshipped by mankind. I say I'm atheist because it's easier. And if anyone's curious, I look like a mix of those two pictures:

(art cr: kociamieta)

This is a little hard to explain because I know the one on the right is supposed to be a Cherubim, but if you ignore the animal heads, I look like a mix of those two pictures. Basically the one on the left, but with many more wings and an eye on my chest, and no animal characteristics. I also have a few eyes on my wings but they aren't that noticeable as far I recall.

Still, I'm not the kind of angel that humans view as "scary"; I remember being gentle and also pretty "chill", if you will. I respected the divine creatures around me and they respected me. I was just there (and am here right now) to spread love.

✧ I go by Aeven because it sounds so right, though i can not remember my real name

PLEASE DNI

- obviously, people who don't support otherkins of any kind

- basic criteria

- radfems

- transmeds

- zionists

- ableists, and that includes people who stigmatized mental illness

- neopronouns + xenogender antis

TAGS ! ꒱

#aeven talks (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) : just me yapping

#angel rants : self-explanatory; will put TW's for certain things !

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...and, that's basically it ! Idk what else to say, lol. Love yall <3

hir·aeth

/‘hir,āeth/

noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.

thank you youtube home page for this affirmation

Angels with golden top surgery scars.

Angels with struggles focusing, endlessly rambling and staring into the distance.

Angels with wild, righteous anger that sinks it's claws into them, and they embrace it with joy and glory.

Angels with intrusive thoughts of violence, sin, and cruelty, and are still loved and cared for.

Angels with mobility aids.

Angels with hearing aids.

Nonverbal angels.

Angels that are overstimulated easily.

Angels that get understimulated easily.

Black angels.

Asian angels.

White angels.

Angels of all races and skin tones and cultures.

Fat angels.

Skinny angels.

Angels who only speak in soft voices with delicate words.

Angels with rough voices who swear.

Angels who are religious/spiritual.

Angels who aren't.

Angels who look almost human, or even completely.

Angels who look like animals.

Angels who are completely incomprehensible.

Angels who are fallen.

Angels with body mods.

Angels who love, and lust.

Angels who don't, and only wish for friends or family.

Angels who simply wish for solitude.

Angels who don't love in a "human" way.

Angels with dirt under their fingernails.

Angels who struggle with caring for their human body.

Angels who despise having to care for their human body.

My fellow angels <2

let's fly through the stars together

HI IM ALSO AN ANGELKIN WHO WAS SENT HERE AT SOME POINT!!! I'm also really homesick a lot honestly, but at least we don't have to go through it completely alone right? Nice to meet you

( @anotherangeltype )

:0 HELLO nice to meet you too !! Yes the homesickness is so bad i liteally had to include it in my username LMAO. And no matter what other angel's (and even fallen angel's) experiences are, it's amazing how this community lets us share experiences and feelings. Tumblr is amazing from this point of view tbh

"Calling yourself an angel is disrespectful towards religions!"

*EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*

THE WORLD DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU AND NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU

YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.

Angels have various depictions outside of Christianity. And I say "christianity" because usually, that's the only religion that anti-otherkin people "defend" to go against angelkins. It's the only argument they have, because to them, Christianity is the only relevant religious belief. But have you considered that there may be creatures similar to angels that simply have a different name - like messengers from greek mythology such as Hermes - or that some people may have their own ideas and values?

Ietsists, for instance, believe in an unspecified trascendent reality because they think there are higher beings/forces that rule the universe (whether or not there's evidence for their existence). Ietsism combines traditional ideologies, superstitions or folk beliefs without believing in a main god. But they can believe in astrology, clairvoyance, and guess what - angels too. Angels who may not be westernised blonde humans with blue eyes & a halo on their head. Is this disrespectful? And if I believe in the existence of non-christian, non-religious celestial creatures, am I not allowed to be angelkin accoding to MY beliefs?

Just say you don't support the otherkin community and move on. You don't have to act like a hero. If you have to hate on something, be sure to sound smart enough to be taken seriously - not just by your audience of ableist close minded bullies. 99% of y'all aren't religious in the slightest