There are many kinds of sacrifice which can be made to one’s Gods, and most of those ways have been covered elsewhere and in better ways than I could. That’s why, as I often do, I will only be talking about a certain kind of sacrifice. A sacrifice so ordinary that most people look right past it, as though it were the air around them, while this sacrifice is as important as the air, and as life-sustaining.
I myself have given, and continue to give this sacrifice. It bleeds out of me every single day. It drains me and countless others, sustaining every function of the world we humans have created. It is also the most essential component to the revival of all ancient religions, including my own.
Have you yet guessed what sacrifice I speak of? How about a few hints, because the invisibility of this sacrifice is a part of its lesson. Those giving in this way are not seen as the saviours and builders that they are, for as I said before, they are ordinary. They are everywhere. They are rarely acknowledged outside of the small sphere of influence they hold, if even there.
A hundred years ago, in just about any industrialized nation, those giving this sacrifice did so at the very real risk of painful death, and they were expected to endure this risk, and the subsequent years of bondage, with the utmost selflessness– just as those giving it today in the non-industrial world are expected.
Even today, the risk is greater than most would like you to know. You can still die, and the suffering, though mitigated in certain aspects, is not entirely alleviated. In fact, trying to put off the suffering leads to more dangerous complications, more often than not.
So, those giving, suffer for their gift. They suffer and they bleed, and they lay down their lives all too early, for the total benefit of society. Without them, there would be no society, because there would be no humans to inhabit it.
That’s right. This is the mothers’ sacrifice, that which is looked down upon and scoffed at, even before the evidence of its necessity. My religion is growing. I can see that with my own eyes. People are honoring the Gods, worshiping Them, sacrificing to Them. However, we can not remain a religion of converts, not and expect to have any lasting influence over this world, and indeed those children already born into the religion.
We need mothers, because we need Hellenic babies. We need mothers (and fathers), because we need people to raise those Hellenic babies. We need women who are ready, and able to risk their very lives, and the lives of their unborn, to see the ranks of the Deathless Ones be filled. We need women who are willing to collapse from the pain, to bleed out on the delivery table, to never even see their baby’s face before sweet Death takes them away. We need the mothers’ risk, and the mothers’ sacrifice.
It is not enough for us to cultivate throngs of mystics who will never, ever, by their own admission, have children. It is not enough to organize gatherings in which very few children will see and learn the rites. If we want to be successful, we have to produce the future sowers of our success. It is about the numbers, and we simply don’t have enough.
Now, stop to think about what it means to be a mother for the Gods. Bearing new life– life granted by Them– into this world, with all of the dangers inherent in the task. Not only the physical strain, but the mental strain, and the emotional strain. Mothers (and in this capacity, fathers) give and love because it is natural, because it is expected. Children are under no such mandate to love their parents. Every parent knows that they are not guaranteed their child’s love or their respect.
You may raise a child, or several, and never hear words of thanks or praise for your efforts. You may live the invisible life, never being acknowledged, except perhaps by the Gods, Who may be watching your tour of selflessness with much satisfaction. In bringing the children into the world, we deliver them into the waiting arms of our Gods. By raising the children within the religion, we ensure that our love of the Gods will be passed on for at least another generation. If that isn’t a sacrifice, I don’t know what is.
May the many Gods be made greater by these sacrifices, and may our children reap and sow in turn, lifting the Deathless Ones to greater heights still. For that is the true purpose of the mothers’ sacrifice to the Gods.