Is it possible to worship the Daedra and Aedra from the elder scrolls in real life?
If Michael kirkbride is an occultist he must’ve had them influenced by real entities.

I'm partial to the Sheogorath is the Holy Spirit of Nirn and Mundus and the Champion of Cyrodiil attains immortality via the blessings of the Madgod to later become the Dragonborn.

Like in the Matrix Resurrections...the in-game lore is deceptive.

https://youtu.be/yBXuwAyGS4I?si=wy2AC1abb2jz9gff

>>40537679 (OP)
Anything within the mind/imaginary collective can be “manifested”. Even if it's something stupid like stands to put an example, as long as there's people giving power to the belief they can exist. In the end, everything the human mind produces comes from the records.

>>40537679 (OP)
It is if you practice Chaos Magick.

>>40537679 (OP)
>>40539904
Yes, in addition to what this other poster says. The Elder Scrolls introduces many to "the monomyth" just in format of a fantasy world similar to Tolkien's formula.

Core concepts like the Prisoner, Towers theory, and CHIM/Talos were attacked for years by agents who patrol fantasy and occult boards to discredit and sabotage would-be self-initiates. The Zenimax mmo solidified many of these in the canon because the writers aren't so stupid to not fight back. The Thalmor are based on the Jesuits (black uniforms, racial superiority, hatred of mankind's ability to ascend etc.) and Morrowind's Nerevar vs. Sharmat dichotomy is straight from their little Book.

>>40537679 (OP)
Welcome to the Desert of the Real.

https://youtu.be/Huxj9hagBtM

https://youtu.be/Rat6LTfHYgM

>>40543735
https://youtu.be/Huxj9hagBtM

>>40543735
>>40543746
https://youtu.be/fBV91xZqRa0

>For three hundred years I have been a priestess of Azura, the Daedric Princess of Moonshadow, Mother of the Rose, and Queen of the Night Sky. Every Hogithum, which we celebrate on the 21st of First Seed, we summon her for guidance, as well as to offer things of worth and beauty to Her Majesty. She is a cruel but wise mistress. We do not invoke her on any Hogithum troubled by thunderstorms, for those nights belong to the Mad One, Sheogorath, even if they do coincide with the occasion. Azura at such times understands our caution.

>Azura's invocation is a very personal one. I have been priestess to three other Daedric Princes, but Azura values the quality of her worshippers, and the truth behind our adoration of her. When I was a Dark Elven maid of sixteen, I joined my grandmother's coven, worshippers of Molag Bal, the Schemer Princess. Blackmail, extortion, and bribery are as much the weapons of the Witches of Molag Bal as is dark magic. The Invocation of Molag Bal is held on the 20th of Evening Star, except during stormy weather. This ceremony is seldom missed, but Molag Bal often appears to her cultists in mortal guise on other dates. When my grandmother died in an attempt to poison the heir of Firewatch, I re-examined my faith in the cult.

>>40543798
>My brother was a warlock of the cult of Boethiah-and from what he told me, the Dark Warrior was closer to my spirit than the treacherous Molag Bal. Boethiah is a Warrior Princess who acts more overtly than any other Daedroth. After years of skulking and scheming, it felt good to perform acts for a mistress which had direct, immediate consequences. Besides, I liked it that Boethiah was a Daedra of the Dark Elves. Our cult would summon her on the day we called the Gauntlet, the 2nd of Sun's Dusk. Bloody competitions would be held in her honor, and the duels and battles would continue until nine cultists were killed at the hands of other cultists. Boethiah cared little for her cultists-she only cared for our blood. I do think I saw her smile when I accidentally slew my brother in a sparring session. My horror, I think, greatly pleased her.

>I left the cult soon after that. Boethiah was too impersonal for me, too cold. I wanted a mistress of greater depth. For the next eighteen years of my life, I worshipped no one. Instead I read and researched. It was in an old and profane tome that I came upon the name of Nocturnal-Nocturnal the Night Mistress, Nocturnal the Unfathomable. As the book prescribed, I called to her on her holy day, the 3rd of Hearth Fire. At last I had found the personal mistress I had so long desired. I strove to understand her labyrinthine philosophy, the source of her mysterious pain. Everything about her was dark and shrouded, even the way she spoke and the acts she required of me. It took years for me to understand the simple fact that I could never understand Nocturnal. Her mystery was as essential to her as savagery was to Boethiah or treachery was to Molag Bal. To understand Nocturnal is to negate her, to pull back the curtains cloaking her realm of darkness. As much as I loved her, I recognized the futility of unraveling her enigmas. I turned instead to her sister, Azura.

>>40543808
>Azura is the only Daedra Princess I have ever worshipped who seems to care about her followers. Molag Bal wanted my mind, Boethiah wanted my arms, and Nocturnal perhaps my curiosity. Azura wants all of that, and our love above all. Not our abject slavering, but our honest and genuine caring in all its forms. It is important to her that our emotions be engaged in her worship. And our love must also be directed inward. If we love her and hate ourselves, she feels our pain. I will, for all time, have no other mistress.

>>40537679 (OP)
Whether or not the entity exist makes no matter, because all worship that doesn't go to God, goes to the devil.

https://youtu.be/qBBwdOGDIKk

>>40543890
More obnoxious, straight-laced, Right Christcuck ignoramus's narrow-minded, evil prejudice. Christcuck Hell is exclusively for Christcucks!

>>40543932
Throw in "racist", "fascist" and a bunch of "phobics" and help me fulfill your malding quota.

>>40543932
>The skies over Wayrest are stormy and changeable, more often gray than blue, but some mornings in Second Seed the sun rises into heavens blue and clear, and a mild, warm breeze blows in from the Iliac Bay. It was on just such a morning, under trees fragrant with blossoms, that I was welcoming several new novices to their vocation in the House of Dibella. They were full of questions, as the young always are.

>"Holy Sibyl," asked a young oyster-catcher from Aldcroft, "is love truly the answer to every question?"

>"It is—if the question addresses the heart," said I. "Rarely if it addresses the mind."

>"Holy Sibyl?" asked the shy engraver from Alcaire. "Is it true we must dance for the worshipers while … unclad?"
I smiled. "That is as your spirit shall will—and as the weather shall allow!"

>"I have one, Holy Sibyl," said the clever child of a Wayrest banker. "If the Aedra sacrificed themselves, each to add something to the making of the world, what did Our Lady contribute to the world?"

>In reply, I scooped a double handful of fallen blossoms from the sward and rained them over his astonished brow.
"I am troubled, Holy Sibyl," said the hostler from Northpoint, "for I know not who is my father."

>"That is naught to the Goddess of Beauty," I gently replied, "for she says, 'No matter the seed, if the shoot is nurtured with love, will not the flower be beautiful?'"

>"What if a congregant seeks me as ardor-partner," said the knight's scion of Evermore, "but I find her without favor?"

>"Love whomever you may," I sang, "but love coerced is not love at all."

>>40543932
>The skies over Wayrest are stormy and changeable, more often gray than blue, but some mornings in Second Seed the sun rises into heavens blue and clear, and a mild, warm breeze blows in from the Iliac Bay. It was on just such a morning, under trees fragrant with blossoms, that I was welcoming several new novices to their vocation in the House of Dibella. They were full of questions, as the young always are.

>"Holy Sibyl," asked a young oyster-catcher from Aldcroft, "is love truly the answer to every question?"

>"It is—if the question addresses the heart," said I. "Rarely if it addresses the mind."

>"Holy Sibyl?" asked the shy engraver from Alcaire. "Is it true we must dance for the worshipers while … unclad?"

>I smiled. "That is as your spirit shall will—and as the weather shall allow!"

>"I have one, Holy Sibyl," said the clever child of a Wayrest banker. "If the Aedra sacrificed themselves, each to add something to the making of the world, what did Our Lady contribute to the world?"

>In reply, I scooped a double handful of fallen blossoms from the sward and rained them over his astonished brow.

>"I am troubled, Holy Sibyl," said the hostler from Northpoint, "for I know not who is my father."

>"That is naught to the Goddess of Beauty," I gently replied, "for she says, 'No matter the seed, if the shoot is nurtured with love, will not the flower be beautiful?'"

>"What if a congregant seeks me as ardor-partner," said the knight's scion of Evermore, "but I find her without favor?"

>"Love whomever you may," I sang, "but love coerced is not love at all.

>>40543973
>"Holy Sibyl, is it true what they s-say," stammered the owlkeeper's heir, "that you lost your s-sight from the Great Flu?"

>"It is," I smiled, "but what of that? For can I not dance?"

>"Holy Sibyl!" "Holy Sibyl!"

>"Peace, young novices!" I cried. "For it is Fredas, the bell tolls sundown, and the congregants await us in the chapel. Come, now! Come! Bring wine, bring tambours, bring light feet and warm hearts! Our Lady calls us to worship."

>>40543950
... you sound like you need Love. I sense much hatred in you.

>The skies over Wayrest are stormy and changeable, more often gray than blue, but some mornings in Second Seed the sun rises into heavens blue and clear, and a mild, warm breeze blows in from the Iliac Bay. It was on just such a morning, under trees fragrant with blossoms, that I was welcoming several new novices to their vocation in the House of Dibella. They were full of questions, as the young always are.

>"Holy Sibyl," asked a young oyster-catcher from Aldcroft, "is love truly the answer to every question?"

>"It is—if the question addresses the heart," said I. "Rarely if it addresses the mind."

>"Holy Sibyl?" asked the shy engraver from Alcaire. "Is it true we must dance for the worshipers while … unclad?"

>I smiled. "That is as your spirit shall will—and as the weather shall allow!"

>"I have one, Holy Sibyl," said the clever child of a Wayrest banker. "If the Aedra sacrificed themselves, each to add something to the making of the world, what did Our Lady contribute to the world?"

>In reply, I scooped a double handful of fallen blossoms from the sward and rained them over his astonished brow.

>"I am troubled, Holy Sibyl," said the hostler from Northpoint, "for I know not who is my father."

>"That is naught to the Goddess of Beauty," I gently replied, "for she says, 'No matter the seed, if the shoot is nurtured with love, will not the flower be beautiful?'"

>"What if a congregant seeks me as ardor-partner," said the knight's scion of Evermore, "but I find her without favor?"

>"Love whomever you may," I sang, "but love coerced is not love at all.”

>>40544067
>"Holy Sibyl, is it true what they s-say," stammered the owlkeeper's heir, "that you lost your s-sight from the Great Flu?"

>"It is," I smiled, "but what of that? For can I not dance?"

>"Holy Sibyl!" "Holy Sibyl!"

>"Peace, young novices!" I cried. "For it is Fredas, the bell tolls sundown, and the congregants await us in the chapel. Come, now! Come! Bring wine, bring tambours, bring light feet and warm hearts! Our Lady calls us to worship."

-Dibella's Mysteries and Revelations, by Sibyl Augustine Viliane

>>40544067
>"Holy Sibyl, is it true what they s-say," stammered the owlkeeper's heir, "that you lost your s-sight from the Great Flu?"

>"It is," I smiled, "but what of that? For can I not dance?"

>"Holy Sibyl!" "Holy Sibyl!"

>"Peace, young novices!" I cried. "For it is Fredas, the bell tolls sundown, and the congregants await us in the chapel. Come, now! Come! Bring wine, bring tambours, bring light feet and warm hearts! Our Lady calls us to worship."

>>40537679 (OP)
As far as I remember from my scant readings of ES lore, there are a lot of true metaphysical principles behind the ES cosmogony. Reading up on it now, in some sense it is a re-skin of platonic metaphysics (Void being The One, Anu the Monad, Padomay the Dyad, etc). Your probably better of literally worshipping Akatosh than adopting a lot of new-age religions.

>>40544335
>Reflections on Cult Worship
>by Cuseius Plecia

>Comparisons between the Imperial Cult and the Temple

>[from the correspondence of Cuseius Plecia, Imperial trader, writing from the Vos Tradehouse in Vvardenfell District, Province of Morrowind]

>"...I have noted that Heartlanders like myself, and assimilated Imperial Citizens of other races, tend to impersonal and formal relationships with their gods and spirits. For us, cults are first and foremost social and economic organizations. We typically think of the Eight Divines in the most abstract terms -- as powerful but indifferent spirits to be propitiated, and do not think of their relationships as personal. Notable exceptions include minor charismatic sub-cults of Akatosh and Dibella. The Imperial Cult of Tiber Septim also has a significant charismatic sub-cult. With the exception of the Alessian Order, which Heartlanders regard as a dark age, religious cults have played only minor parts in Heartlander and Imperial history. The Septim emperors have made it a policy to limit the influence of cult authorities in aristocratic, military, and bureaucratic affairs. Cult worship is regarded as a private and practical matter, and public pronouncements by religious figures are not welcomed..."

>>40544420
>"Nordic hero-cults provide a strong counter-current to the dominant secularism of the Empire. The Imperial cult of Tiber Septim is just such a hero-cult, and among the military, provincial colonists, and recently assimilated foreigners, the cult is particularly strong and personal.

>The Tribunal Temple in Morrowind, and its predecessor, house ancestor cults, are, by contrast with Imperial cults, extremely intimate and personal. In ancestor cults, the worshipper has a direct relationship with a blood family ancestor spirit, and the Temple cultist's relationship with the Tribunal is a relationship with a living, breathing god who walks the earth, speaks in person with priests and cultists, and whose daily actions are prescribed models for the daily actions of their followers.

>The differences in religious temperament between Heartlanders and Morrowind Dunmer accounts in large part for consistent political and social misunderstanding between the two cultures. Heartlanders do not consider cult affairs as serious matters, where the Dunmer consider cult affairs, and in particular, ancestral spirit veneration, to be very serious matters indeed.

>Heartlanders are casual and tolerant in religious matters; Dunmer are passionate and extremely intolerant. Heartlanders do not speak with their gods, and do not think of their actions as under constant review and judgement by their gods; the Dunmer feel that all they think and do is under the ever-watchful eye of the Tribunal and family ancestor spirits...."