I am more and more items to order, it becomes a habit insidious ... Anyway, since I am a kind soul who feels the pleasure of giving pleasure by spreading butter culture on the small slice of this blog, I dedicate today a new section of the chronicle of the gods if not forgotten that. If you're intrigued or just passionate, open your esgourdes well. Or rather your peepers ...
We are in the year of grace ... swell, false start.
We are somewhere between myth and reality alternative where the supernatural powers stir the curler at a time fell still relevant in the unconscious memory of the world. In this mythical time, there was a god named Zeus, full of resources - mostly physical - to conquer the world. There was a goddess, daughter of the sea, named Metis. It gets little Metis, yet! She was the first wife of Zeus, this time the throne was within reach but not yet acquired. Metis is more than just a girl from the sea is the intelligence, cunning, wisdom is the ability to think, coordinate data in his mind, up plans, create intellectually, an essential step for anyone wishing to create physically then put in order, get out of complex situations ... Metis is a power of thought and will. It seems that Odysseus is Polymetis (lots of tricks), because it demonstrated an ability to get out of the crap the worst while laying plans more twisted as each other. Mestizo, that is. And as a goddess
damn gun. So Zeus, who is tall, handsome, strong and well built, but has not frankly metis in lemon, loves his wife and puts the bun in the oven, as my mother says ( Polymetis it). Metis help overcome Cronos incidentally - you know, the father who had swallowed his children as a snake swallows chicken eggs: Mètis prepared the magic potion that forced Kronos dégobiller its Mouflets.
But then, soon came a day when the Earth and Heaven foretold to Zeus that Mètis conceive her two children: one that would also be wise and devoted his mother, another who, like his father and grandfather before him , dethrone his father. Namely Zeus himself. And so what did
Zeus? Bé, like his father before him, he gobbled the unborn child - and mother. The technique was proven and then, as Métis was the only one to know the cons-emetic capable of squaring this spell, the loop was closed and who refer a very clever that. Z'allez tell me, Zeus, he could wait until the Mouflet born and give him a chance to be wise and devoted, is dethroned. But no, it does not work like that, ma'am. The blow of leaving offspring born before swallowing, it's a bad plan. Zeus was the clear proof. So bottoms up
the Mètis pregnant! And that Zeus was not only unstoppable physical assets, but also with him, in him the essence of wisdom, intelligence and cunning. He could lay himself the most excellent schemes, which he did not hesitate to do to conquer the world and keep it tidy. Until that day, dragging on the shores of Lake Triton in Libya (see, the sea ..) he felt a migraine him till the top of the skull. He was omnipotent, he could not get rid of and he felt that his head would explode without yet she did not. Hephaestus, the blacksmith, came by.
- But my good king, you lose the water!
- Huh?!
- But if it runs you through the ears ... and there, it throbs a little ... You will give birth!
- But ... by the ears?
- Well, it may not pass easily. You could put the butter to grease esgourdes, but ...
- Dork lame! Caesarean section, soon! [We should have called the Jovian, but Zeus was too much a headache to think a patent]
Hephaestus took his ax with both hands and whirled above his head with the precision of a surgeon under amphetamine and the king of heaven bit of a coup of one. Withdrawing his ax (using the right foot on the shoulder of Zeus swore to give birth to female), he left a gaping flaw in the mind of god. Then a cry (eleleleleleleï!! - Hellenic war cry) followed by the tip of a spear, a helmet with the head of a woman inside, then throughout the rest of the body, dress, barely covered in blood and cell-free gray (the gods they have elsewhere? Top biothéologie experts should look into the matter).
"Push, sir!" Push! " Athena was born.
In my opinion, Zeus, although he had to swallow it like an aspirin, sincerely and deeply loved Mètis. She always lived elsewhere. Simply, she and he may be one impediment no delivery. Because Athena was born from the head of his father, where his mother resided. Zeus and loved him. They say she was his favorite daughter. The child understand her first love.
She had her place on Olympus, to the right of the father, as it were. Wise and intelligent like her mother, strong as her father, she asked to remain forever chaste and virginal. No wonder her mother was not only knocked up but also ingested, the young Athena certainly did not want to risk injury. She participated in the councils of twelve gods, of which she was a member. She wove the linen, the Giants fought, defeated Pallas, whose name she took, he developed many techniques and taught men. She guided the best mortal son of Zeus and other heroes still led the Achaeans against Thebes, saved the heart of Dionysus (devoured by the Titans as the Orphic myth) ... It is a bit special agent of Zeus. Goddess of war, and therefore the technical craft of weaving, it is well known in the guise of a woman wearing a long tunic, armed like a man and sometimes holding the distaff, feminine attribute s' it is. The owl is the emblem and the olive tree. Homer tells us that she has eyes of an owl. Athens boasts of having received it the art of cultivating the olive oil to make beneficial, and the art of taming horses that Poseidon had offered their wild, even po prepared, the cheapskate. Athena transmitted to men the art of making knotted, to navigate, mathematics and so everything depends on it, a bridle for the horse, the art of weaving, flute, perhaps the wire sliced bread etc ...
Only the goddess of intelligence, embodied her mother, she is rather the practice of intelligence, action and reflection produced by the will, the fruit of the noggin.
So a benevolent goddess, similar to humans she founded the "civilization". Yet many a priori weighing on his shoulders ivory ...
First, it would seem that it is "androgynous" or "manly." It is true that in a misogynist society such as was the city of Athens, it is surprising to see a tutelary goddess wearing the key attributes of the male social role (the war and power) together those of women (knitting). Yet this should not surprise. She is a goddess and gods do not work like men. It should be obvious, but many are struggling to integrate the concepts, in contrition the archetypes that millennia of battle of the sexes have instilled their ... And then you look closer ... What she has done the gender war Athena? What she has to do everything short of sex, anyway? She, the warrior maiden, chaste and intellectual Athena, she was born to a mother and a father who had become a person? Peanuts ... yeah
Power is neutral. Raw power, I would say. As Apollo hold. Power in its purest form. Spiritual, but not as much monkish. Benevolent and wise, but not necessarily scared of a rational morality. As in the case of Apollo, we has made it too, over time, and since ancient times, a cold guaranteeing a rational balance, contrary to the fury of Ares. Yes, this is not to question, but should we forget the magical energy that emanated from his person to the earliest times, before philosophy does moralizing gods true pillars of virtue, sometimes well detached from the realities of nature?
BANZAIIII ¨!! Géronimoooo! Montjoie! Sus these bastards p'tits enemies!
See it in action, in all states goddess of war.
See it in the Iliad, fighting alongside the Greeks. Imagine the débarouller on the battlefield as a Valkyrie to the sound of trumpets, standing on a tank fully loaded, the dress fluttering, hooting cry of the war to impress the enemy, lifted the spear, the umbrella brandished , goatskin fringed with snakes, the head of the gorgon planted it like a trophy morbid petrifying gaze. Do lift a rock as big as a tank and smash the head of Ares, Aphrodite insult, calling her "fly dogs" (she might as well have said "whore", it just There were no cats in Greece Mr. Homer). Moreover, by the way, the antagonism between her and Aphrodite is quite marked in Homer not to emphasize. When Athena victory to Paris, as every man, Aphrodite offered him love, as any man. Two fields of activities which do not intersect, two goddesses who can not really encroach on the terrain of another. Aphrodite involved in combat but it did not succeed: a mortal, guided by Athena, comes to the wound and she runs to hide in the skirts of his mother. On the other hand, Athena has not obtained the golden apple and the price of beauty ...
Oh-My-God!
I almost put Xena, Athena, but Barbie is when the high level ...
I almost put Xena, Athena, but Barbie is when the high level ...
And Hephaestus had to understand its expense goddess Athena was not playing at love. He wanted to possess her carnally, his companion of practical work. But Athena, which was operational for manipulating clay, wood, stone, carving, cutting, framing, hacking, connect the son of the electronic circuit or forged driver, did not intend to go further than strictly fraternal cooperation. Hephaestus seething with desire, tried to rape her one day in a temple in Athens. It was hard to defend because he is muscular blacksmith, but it probably came to knock his helmet off and the bananer of his property with a crash. Especially losses, and losses white ... It is said that Athena had to wipe his thigh with a handkerchief, she fell to the ground where the latest one being born half-man half-snake. Erichthonios, Athena in her large class raised as an adopted son, became king of the city that bears his name - to her. Hephaestus, he, had to settle for his talkative wife, Aphrodite ... Like what channels of Athena are impenetrable ...
A quick latte Athena and you hand your slip to seven years - guess the brand of underwear ...
Slightly violent eh goddess of wisdom. Is that wisdom does not mean pacifism, and the Greeks understood it well that way. The sage does not seek the other cheek in nature. It takes you by the family jewels and return you a line so that you do it again. Here, even Ovid, long after Homer remembered. Arachnee, a very talented lady for knitting and darning socks, boasted one day control subtle and complex art of weaving much better Athena herself. The blunder. They made a contest, as so often on such occasions. One that would achieve the most beautiful patchwork win the right to shut his mouth to another. Ben that of Athena, he was not only well sewn, very long, very hot, but in addition, it could have sworn to see the stories unfold over stitched really. Is not god willing. Arachnee the paid dearly: she was compelled to live small, hairy and ugly, with eight legs, bound with thread to weave its spell of sin foundation for the mosquito in flight.
It screens the most beautiful works and more subtle traps. Would she not Goddess of the web?
Uma Thurman in a previous life. And Medusa? Medusa ah ... mad gorgon who is believed to play the daughter of Metis. She boasted that she was goddess, Athena to be more beautiful. Well, ok Aphrodite, but Medusa ... She said she had more beautiful hair, a nicer look. It dragged, Athena does not immediately mufti. Then one day, Poseidon and Medusa séduisit let himself go ... in a temple of Athena. Yes, I said climb because, well, there is a symbolic horse behind it (god Poseidon is a horse, Medusa also chivalry embodies the power of water). Athena, she pricked her crisis and properly understood. It is forbidden, good gods, to fornicate in the sanctuaries. Some respect, damn! So, Medusa was no more beautiful at all. A body of horse, a face of a baboon's ass, wild boar tusks in the mouth, the snakes in her hair, wings in the back and a look ... jellyfish. Whoever crosses dies, petrified. It is clear, clean and free of burrs. The more chance it brings the Medusa. Until it separates a hero Head of the body and dedicate it to Athena, which is planted as a trophy on the shield. Na.
the angel or ghost of the night? brings me to what is dear to my heart, after so much palaver and peopletteries . Eyes. Athena and eyes, a long story that I try here, exclusively ('end almost) to summarize. There are the eyes of Medusa, which petrify. There are the eyes of the owl, Athena's eyes even if one believes the oldest stories. The owl whose eyes are as black as the wisdom embodied in the darkness guide of ignorance? Very nice metaphor. But, more bluntly, the faithful of Athena have they lived it like that? Or as lived by all who crossed an owl at midnight black, this thing fixed and round eyes that appear from nowhere and you stare down at the push of a hoot to chill your juice in the veins of life? Who knows, if we passed the eyes of the Gorgon, would be the same round eyes and clean drug that would make three drops on the mat at night?
More broadly, the scary look is the look that enchants, binds immobilized. The owl, the image of the witch ... Hedwig is not far, right?
You're a beautiful z'yeux you know? legends tell how Athenian tyrant Pisistratus the Athena guided his sanctuary ... People were careful not to look into the eyes, for they knew that his gaze was untenable for a mortal he would kill more surely than a bullet in the head. Thus Pisistratus could pass one of his servants to the goddess, since nobody would check his eye fingerprint. Polymetis the guy. Finally, it should be guided by Athena for real.
It is therefore, I believe with all my heart, a power naturally, a real force of human nature, inventive, ingenious, twisted as far as civilization, as well as protective terrifying and mortifying itself. She loves the war, really, except gender, which makes no sense to her. It binds the jellyfish eyes, shoots by force, guided by the intellect. That's where all his energy, energy that can find a good bit magic ...
