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Thursday, December 8, 2011

Let us begin

"It is not ended"
It is only just the beginning.\
The door is just starting to open, and we are getting out first real breath of mythology.
Confusing, new, exciting; we are no where near close to understanding everything.  But to understand, to see, to realize, we must first understand the stories, then we will understand our own story.  With mythology class just starting off...Let us begin.


Good luck on your travels, and do not forget to look for the footprints that were put there before you.
It has been a mythical experience.

Betrayal.

I was on a myth minded role when I received a call from one of my good friends.  She called me crying and said that she had been broken up with.  Unfortunately, I cannot say I am surprised.  History will ALWAYS repeat itself; and this particular story was very familiar to me.  Last year, I had walked the exact same path with a guy, and I had received the same coward break up message.  I had warned my friend about the path she was walking down, because after the fact, I could clearly see the message she had engraved on her basket.
Every time I think history must repeat itself, I remind myself that it is an incorrect sentence.  The correct one was said by a mythical creature...Genie himself.  "I'm history.  No, I'm mythology". 
 History does not repeat itself, however Mythology does.  Ariadne betrayed herself to help Theseus kill her half brother the Minotaur, and then he left her abandoned on an island.  My friend is currently in the abandonment stage, she has already betrayed herself for him.  She turned into someone who she really was not.  In her situation, she needs to take a lesson from Narcissus, self love must always come first.  If a person has no respect for them self, or no love for them self, then they cannot be expected to have others fall in love with them.  Obviously Narcissus takes this a little too far...but a little bit of self love will never hurt.
Nick obviously takes it to far, we have all read the Magus, and we see how betrayal works.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Footprints


The beginning of my summer.  Footprints in the sand.  I am following these footprints of my life now, the footprints that destiny had laid down there for me lng long ago.  "Nothing is true, everything is permitted" (Fowles, 529)  I was permitted to take this picture at the time, so that I could look back on it now and realize that those were not my footprints after I stepped them, but before I had even started.  The mythology had just begun.  It was an illusion that I believed I was stepping them for the first time.  This same beach had been walked thousands of times by thousands of people, I was just fooled by the illusion that the waves had made.  I did not open my eyes enough to see under the cover.  I was holding my own basket with a story and I did not even realize it.  I may not have seen the foot prints of the stories I was follwoing before, but I should have realized, it is still the same sand.  It will always be the same sand.  Now some other persons footrprints are exactly where mine once were.  The poor fool does not even know, that beach has already been walked.  It always will be.  Life is a never ending circle.  This is the strongest message I am getting from this class, from this book, and from everything around me.  Mythology was already there.  I just did not lift the viel to view it.Thinking back to that day, I remember the brilliant colors of the sky, and how the sea smelt. 

Zeus and Posidon were there, guiding me on my travels, and I only saw the beauty.  The foot prints next to me where that of the man I loved...and yet at the time, I never saw Aphrodite.   Now it is all so clear.  I was with the Gods.  I was so enthusiastic to be there. I was so happy.  It was all mythology.  It will always be mythology! I am now being permitted to see that what I saw was not actually true.  I was just permitted to see the illusion. 
Yet...to me, this grand illusion is all true.  Everything is just another footprint in the sand.  My feet were just following the story written out there long long ago, a story from the beginning.

In the beginning, there were trees.

In the library, there is a picture of a tree.
The tree is labeled, with something like wisdom, insperation, imagination.
So much mythology!
In the beginning, we learned about trees.  We know all the stories, and now sitting here at what I believe is the end of the class, I only see it just beginning again.  The branches of the tree marking all the different directions that life goes in.  It all began with just a seed.  Just one thought, "where did it all begin?" It is only just beginning.  This tree I am stairing at clearly shows me.  I see Athena in the wisdom, and Zeus in the insperation.  I see greek mythology if I use my imagination.  My thoughts are only just beginning to see howeverything is intertwined.  I do not believe Sexson wanted to just teach us about mythology.  I do not think that the class definition is correct.  Instead, I have learned not about stories and Gods.  I have learned how to begin thought.  There is so much for me to see!  In sociology this morning, a guest speaker told us to open our minds and see what we want to do with out lives.  He said that it is only just the beginning, it will onlly just ever be the beginning.  Life has no real end.
I have an album on face book that says starting the summer in style.  I opened it up to see where I began, and the first picture in my album was that of the red wood forest, where I am sitting upon the roots of a great tree. I never realized just how mythological my summer really was.  When touring through the redwoods, I read a quote, that I feel the need to share.

THe mythology in my life is astounding.  I was in awe of this when I read it, and I am ever more in awe as of now.  I am only just starting to begin to understand just how mythical those trees were.  This plaque was in the center of red wood trees, forming a perfect circle.  This is where my summer began, staring up into the sky, in the middle of a circle of red wood trees,so tall, they touched the sky.

Pie


I took a breather from my studying, and enjoyed a conversation with my roomate for a couple seconds.  We talked about cows of all things.  This lead me to think about my cow from my senior year.  His name was Pie.  At the time, his face reminded me of a Pie.  However, with my conversation, and the mythology of my mind.  I couldnt help but think that maybe his name was a lot more mythical than I originally thought.  Pie is infinate, it never ends.  Pie is a circle, with pieces to be cut out. 

Pie is a perfect metaphor for life.  Life never ends, it simply repeats with new beginnings, each savory piece to be cut out is just part of the endless cycle.  Not to mention all the stories about Cows! Io, Zeus as a bull, the Minotaur.  When I named that cow of mine, I never realized just how much he meant to the world.  He ahd a great effect on my life,  I had to work every day to train him, and then I sold him to be butchered.  I watched the full circle of a life be created with that cow.  Pie abducted such a great portion of my summer with is constant training.  Just as Zeus abducted Europa.  He was a challenge to train, a challenge that I had to face just as the Minotaur was, and sometimes, he seemed just as evil as the minotaur was, dragging me through the dirt, kicking me, and trying to gorge me with his stubbs that I had the commen sense to saw down before they became sharp points.  However, he also brough me great joy.  On the last day I had him, after he had come to accept my touch, I realized that he was very sweet.  I beleive that he had realized that his circle of life had come to an end.  Pie ended up on a plate, just as the food pie does.  He completed a complete circle, and he ended with his beginning, emptyness.  Pie was pure, he was simple minded, and yet he was mythological.  He embodied so much more than I ever could have imagined.

Muddled thoughts.


Dionysus has completely taken over my brain.  I feel as though I am in a fog.  Everything is cloudy with finals being the only thing on my brain I am stressed.  Yet I still find the mythology in it, it seems that now that everything is more confusing about real life, mythology is the only thing that makes sense.  Pure emotion and earth.  Science does not make sense, instead I only see mythology.  Im just hoping that Dionysus will let my brain go soon, so that I can focus on what I need to.  I beg you gods...help me to remember all that I must remember!  I only hope that Athena will give me the wisdom I need to pass my finals, and that the mother of the muses helps me to overcome Dionysus and remember all that I have learned.  I will accept you Dionysus, however only after I am done with my last final...The beginning of the end.  My last final will be mythology, it only seems fitting, so in the end, I start back with the beginning. Mythology! and after I have finished with them, I fully plan on opening up a bottle of wine, to start my de-stressing by clouding my mind in celebration of what I have finished.  Dionysus will be welcome to celebrate my new beginning.

One of the very fist Gods we learned of in mythology was Nmumosony...and now I am back to the beginning, begging her for her help.

explainations..

Here are some more explanations for the unknown...

Old Gods known as Old TitansSee also Titan (mythology). The original thirteen Titans:
  • Crougly- King of the Titans. Was never contained in Tartarus. More powerful than all other Titans and Gods.
  • Koios- also spelled Coeus. God of intelligence, heavenly prophecy and the axis.
  • Kreios- also spelled Crius. God of leadership, domesticated animals and the constellations.
  • Kronos- also spelled Cronus. Adviser to the King of the Titans and god of time
  • Hyperion- God of light.
  • Iapetos- God of mortal lifespan.
  • Mnemosyne- Goddess of memory, the inventiveness of words and language.
  • Okeanos- God of fresh water.
  • Phoebe- Goddess of the Oracle of Delphi and intellect.
  • Rhea- Goddess of fertility, the female body, and later, nature. Mother of Zeus, Hera, Hestia, Hades, Poseidon, God of the sea and ocean.
  • Tethys- Goddess of Subterranean forces of fresh water and patron goddess of nursing mothers and the young.
  • Theeeeia- Goddess of sight, gold, silver and gems.
  • Themis- Goddess of divine law and order.
Lesser Titans:
  • Atlas- God of astronomy. Holds the sky from the earth as his punishment.
  • Eos- Goddess of dawn
  • Helios- God of the sun and husband of Selene.
  • Epimetheus- God of Roxy.
  • Menoitios- God of violent anger, rash reactions and human morality.
  • Prometheus- God of forethought and crafty counsel. Created humanity.
  • Selene- Goddess of the moon and wife of Helios.

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[change] The Olympians

These gods are the most important and powerful gods. The home of these gods was Mount Olympus.


Greek nameEnglish nameRoman nameDescription
Aφροδίτη (Aphroditē)AphroditeVenusGoddess of love and beauty, married to Hephaestus. Ares is her lover. Eros is her son. There are different stories about how she was born.
Aπόλλων (Apollōn)ApolloApolloGod of the Sun, music, archery, poetry, healing, and prophecy. He is Artemis's twin brother, and Son to Zeus.
Άρης (Arēs)AresMarsGod of war, murder and bloodshed. Brother to Hephaestus, and is the lover of Aphrodite and son of Zeus.
Άρτεμις (Artemis)ArtemisDianaGoddess of the hunt,wilderness,wild animals,night, and the moon. Apollo is her twin brother. Artemis is a virgin goddess and is also protector of maidens.
Αθηνά (Athēna)AthenaMinervaGoddess of wisdom, weaving, the arts, warfare and reason. She is the favorite daughter of Zeus.
Δήμητρα (Dēmētra)DemeterCeresGoddess of fertility, grain and harvest. Demeter is a sister of Zeus. Her daughter is Persephone, Hades' wife.
Διόνυσος (Dionysus)DionysusBacchusGod of wine, parties/festivals, madness and merriment, he is a son of Zeus.
ᾍδης (Hades)HadesPlutoGod of the underworld. Brother of Poseidon and Zeus.
Ήφαιστος (Hēphaistos)HephaestusVulcanGod of fire and the forge. Ugly son of Hera and Zeus is his father in some accounts. Married to Aphrodite, but she does not love him because he is deformed and as a result is cheating on him with Ares.
Ήρα (Hēra)HeraJunoGoddess of marriage, women and childbirth. Zeus' wife, and sister.
Ερμής (Hērmēs)HermesMercuryGod of flight, thieves, commerce, and travellers. Messenger of the gods. Zeus's son by Titaness.
PoseidonPoseidonNeptuneGod of the sea, storms, and horses. His sons are the Heavenly Twins, Polyphemus, and Triton. His weapon is a trident by which he can stir up the seas, wreck ships and drown sailors.
Ζεύς (Zeus)ZeusJupiterThe father of all fathers, the wisdom and light. The king of the gods after killing his father, Kronos who ate Zeus's siblings but their mother managed to save baby Zeus. When Zeus grew up he fed Kronos a mixture of wine and mustard to make him vomit his immortal siblings who had grown up in Kronos's stomach. Zeus is the ruler of Mount Olympus and the god of the sky, thunder and lightning. Though he is married more than once, his real queen is Hera. Zeus is the father of Hermes, Hephaestus, Dionysus, Athena, Ares, Apollo, and Artemis. Some also say that Aphrodite is a daughter of Zeus, but this is a false statement.

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  • Bia - God of force
  • Cratos - God of strength and power
  • Deimos - Personification of terror; brother of Phobos
  • Eris - Goddess of dischord
  • Geras - God of old age
  • Harmonia - Goddess of harmony
  • Hebe - Goddess of youth
  • Hecate - Goddess of magic, witchcraft, necromancy, and crossroads
  • Hestia - Goddess of the hearth, fireside, family, and home, was one of the Olympians until she gave up her throne on for Dionysus ( is not a minor god she still has a throne on olympus)
  • Hypnos - God of sleep (The fatherless son of Nyx)
  • Janus - God of doors, gates and new beginnings
  • Khione - Goddess of snow (father is one of the gods of the winds)
  • Leto - mother of Artemis and Apollo
  • Morpheus - God of dreams
  • Momus- God of blame
  • Moros - God of fate
  • Nemisis - Goddess of consequences and revenge
  • Nike - Goddess of victory and strength
  • Persephone - Goddess of spring and flowers and wife of Hades, hence queen of the underworld
  • Phobos - God of Phobias and fear in general; brother of Deimos
  • Thanatos- God of death
  • the Erinyes - Otherwise known as the furies. Goddesses of revenge
  • the Neptune - actually two groups of separate goddesses worshiped in different periods: the first three were goddesses of the seasons, the second generation were goddesses of law, justice and order
  • Tyche - Goddess of luck, destiny and fortune
  • Zelus - God of dedication
  • the Moirae: Klotho, Lachesis and Atropos - They controlled life and destiny
  • the Muses - they represented the arts, sciences, and music
  • the Oneiroi: Morpheus, Phobetor and Phantasos - they were the personifications of dreams and sons of hypnos
  • Pan - God of the Wild
  • Iris - Goddess of the rainbow

Explain it to me???

The more I think about the Gods, and the more we discuss their existance in class.  The more I have to think...they are not actual people.  They never were.  In ancient Greece, they had to way to explain things, they did not have the scientific explanation that we did.  So in order to explain the unexplainable they created nothing more than people, much mightier than themselves.  These mighty beings explained everything, the sky, and Zeus.  Throwing lightning bolts in his anger. Supposedly the Gods created us, however, in my opinion it is reversed.  We created them in our own image.  It seems really unrealistic to me that such mighty beings would create something lesser than them in thier own image.  We are always confused as to how the world was created as well, and all these stories of greater beings explains it, for instance.  With native americans, the fox, the trickster, seems to be a key creator.  This is because the Native americans respected him, so therefore he was the greater being, same as coyote.  The Gods do exist, I will not disacree....but I do disagree with our perception on them.  They are simply explanation for the unexplainable.  Zeus and the sky, Aphrodite and love, Posidon and the sea, and Hades and death.  The Greeks also had alot of time on their hands, they did not have TV, so instead they made up stories to match these beings.  Over time, I beleive that the people believed so much in their made up stories that they became real, as real as the unexplainable things.  So yes, the greek gods exist, and they always will, because they will always be here.  Until the great cicrle of life is long gone and over with.  People will always fall in love, so Aphrodite will always be there, Cupid shooting them as the start of it.  The sky will always shoot lightning bolts, and so Zeus will always be there, throwing his bolts out of the sky.  The sea will always be a mistery, and so Posidon will always be there, controlling its waves...Not the moon as science says. 

Greek nameEnglish name
ChaosPrimeval Goddess of air, Chaos is believed to be one of the first beings to exist in the universe. Chaos is not really depicted as having a personality or physical form.[1] Chaos is the lower atmosphere which surrounded the earth. Her name Khaos means the gap, or the space between heaven and Earth.[2] Mother or Grandmother of Nyx (night), Erebus (Darkness), Aither (Light), and Hemera (day).
ErebusGod of darkness. Son of Chaos. Twin of Nyx.
GaiaGoddess of the Earth (Mother Earth), mother of Kronos, grandmother of Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, etc.
ZephyrGod of the west wind.
NyxGoddess of night Daughter of Chaos. Twin of Erebus. Creator and Goddess of Hellhounds.
TartarusThe darkest pit in the world at the edge of the world.
Ouranos(Father Sky) and father of the Titans.
PhysisPrimeval Goddess of Nature. In some cases Physis is believed to be a child of Chaos and emerged at the beginning of time.
HydrosPrimordial God or Goddess of water (unknown gender). Hydros is also sometimes believed to be a child of Chaos.
ThesisPrimordial God/Goddess of Creation. Thesis is sometimes thought to be a child of Chaos. Thesis is thought to have emerged with Hydros before Gaia.
PhanesPrimeval God of procreation and is referred as the primal generator of life. Phanes is Nxy's father and was the ruler of the universe before her.
KhronosPrimeval God of time. According to Theoi.com Khronos was:
...a divinity who emerged self-formed at the beginning of creation... The figure of Khronos was essentially a cosmological doubling of the Titan Kronos (also "Father Time"). [Theoi.com]

Look at the list above, some of the deepest things people can think of remain unexplained unless we view these list of Gods.  Then everything seems a little clearer.  We do not like not knowing, so here are our explanations.

White Horse

Every little girl loves horses, they all dream of owning their own horse.  I believe this is because horses are so mythological.  For instance, Pegasus, the horse God born of Medusa and Posiden; a winged horse that allowed hero's to ride him in their final stand off with a monster. 
Story of Pegasus, according to Wikipedia.
Pegasus (Greek Πήγασος/Pegasos, Latin Pegasus) is one of the best known fantastical as well as mythological creatures in Greek mythology. He is a winged divine horse, usually white in color. He was sired by Poseidon, in his role as horse-god, and foaled by the Gorgon Medusa.[1] He was the brother of Chrysaor, born at a single birthing when his mother was decapitated by Perseus. Greco-Roman poets write about his ascent to heaven after his birth and his obeisance to Zeus, king of the gods, who instructed him to bring lightning and thunder from Olympus. Friend of the Muses, Pegasus is the creator of Hippocrene, the fountain on Mt. Helicon. He was captured by the Greek hero Bellerophon near the fountain Peirene with the help of Athena and Poseidon. Pegasus allows the hero to ride him to defeat a monster, the Chimera, before realizing many other exploits. His rider, however, falls off his back trying to reach Mount Olympus. Zeus transformed him into the constellation Pegasus and placed him in the sky.
Hypotheses have been proposed regarding its relationship with the Muses, the gods Athena, Poseidon, Zeus, Apollo, and the hero Perseus.
The symbolism of Pegasus varies with time. Symbol of wisdom and especially of fame from the Middle Ages until the Renaissance, he became one symbol of the poetry and the creator of sources in which the poets come to draw inspiration, particularly in the 19th century. Pegasus is the subject of a very rich iconography, especially through the ancient Greek pottery and paintings and sculptures of the Renaissance. Personification of the water, solar myth, or shaman mount, Carl Jung and his followers have seen in Pegasus a profound symbolic esoteric in relation to the spiritual energy that allows to access to the realm of the gods on Mount Olympus.


I jump horses and each time I am flying through the air, I always feel like I am riding Pegasus.  Every summer when running my horse for excercise I couldnt help but feel like his feet were never touching the ground, instead the hoof beats I heard were that of Pegasus, carrying Zeus's lightningbolts, his feet making the sound of the thunder.  Horses are very majestic animals, and it is easy to see how they relate to the noble Pegasus.  For my presentation I covered how we are all hero's, and I feel like each time I am on a horse, I am just the hero that he is allowing to ride him into the last standoff.
If you have ever heard a herd of horses running, it is very easy to see how Pegasus could have been the carrier of Zeus's lightning bolts.  Their pounding feet very clearly sound like thunder.  If you have ever ridden a running horse, you can also see how easy it is to believe that they are the thunder themselves, almost as fast as the lightning, but not quite there yet.  The dust they kick up almost looks as though it is a growing storm.

Pegasus is almost always depicted as a white horse.  Growing up, my family played this game called white horse, first one to spot one wins...Now if you knew anything about white horse color, you would well know that it does not actually exist.  The horse would have to have white skin, and white hair...however the closest to that is either pink skin white hair (albino) or black skin white hair (gray).  SO the white horse is in fact a myth.  I learned about the coat colors in Biology! Myth in every day life! I also Wikipediaed white horse...here are my results.
From earliest times white horses have been mythologised as possessing exceptional properties, transcending the normal world by having wings (e.g. Pegasus from Greek mythology), or having horns (the unicorn). As part of its legendary dimension, the white horse in myth may be depicted with seven heads (Uchaishravas) or eight feet (Sleipnir), sometimes in groups or singly. There are also white horses which are divinatory, who prophesy or warn of danger.
As a rare or distinguished symbol, a white horse typically bears the hero- or god-figure in ceremonial roles or in triumph over negative forces. Herodotus reported that white horses were held as sacred animals in the Achaemenid court of Xerxes the Great (ruled 486-465 BC),[2] while in other traditions the reverse happens when it was sacrificed to the gods.
In more than one tradition, the white horse carries patron saints or the world saviour in the end times (as in Hinduism, Christianity, and Islam), is associated with the sun or sun chariot (Ossetia) or bursts into existence in a fantastic way, emerging from the sea or a lightning bolt.
Though some mythologies are stories from earliest beliefs, other tales, though visionary or metaphorical, are found in liturgical sources as part of preserved, on-going traditions (see, for example, "Iranian tradition" below).

[edit] Mythologies and traditions

[edit] Indo-European

[edit] Celtic

In Celtic mythology, Rhiannon, a mythic figure in the Mabinogion collection of legends, rides a "pale-white" horse.[3] Because of this, she has been linked to the Romano-Celtic fertility horse goddess Epona and other instances of the veneration of horses in early Indo-European culture.[4]
Ian Hornak, Pegasus, Acrylic on Canvas, National Hellenic Museum, 1991
White horses are the most common type of hill figure in England. Though many are modern, the Uffington White Horse at least dates back to the Bronze Age.
In Scottish folklore, the kelpie or each uisge, a deadly supernatural water demon in the shape of a horse, is sometimes described as white, though other stories say it is black.

[edit] Greek

In Greek mythology, the white winged horse Pegasus was the son of Poseidon and the gorgon Medusa. Poseidon was the creator of horses. He created them out of the breaking waves.

[edit] Hindu

White horses appear many times in Hindu mythology. The Vedic horse sacrifice or Ashvamedha was a fertility and kingship ritual involving the sacrifice of a sacred gray or white stallion.[5] Similar rituals may have taken place among Roman, Celtic and Norse peoples, but the descriptions are not so complete.
In the Puranas, one of the precious objects that emerged while the devas and demons were churning the milky ocean was Uchaishravas, a snow-white horse with seven heads.[5] (A white horse of the sun is sometimes also mentioned as emerging separately).[6] Uchaishravas was at times ridden by Indra, lord of the devas. Indra is depicted as having a liking for white horses in several legends - he often steals the sacrificial horse to the consternation of all involved, such as in the story of Sagara,[7] or the story of King Prithu.[8]
The chariot of the solar deity Surya is drawn by seven horses, alternately described as all white, or as the colours of the rainbow.
Hayagriva the Avatar of Vishnu is worshipped as the God of knowledge and wisdom, with a human body and a horse's head, brilliant white in color, with white garments and seated on a white lotus. Kalki, the tenth incarnation of Vishnu and final world saviour, is predicted to appear riding a white horse, or in the form of a white horse.[5]

[edit] Iranian

In Zoroastrianism, one of the three representations of Tishtrya, the hypostasis of the star Sirius, is that of a white stallion (the other two are as a young man, and as a bull). The divinity takes this form during the last 10 days of every month of the Zoroastrian calendar, and also in a cosmogonical battle for control of rain. In this latter tale (Yasht 8.21-29), which appears in the Avesta's hymns dedicated to Tishtrya, the divinity is opposed by Apaosha, the demon of drought, which appears as a black stallion.[9]
White horses are also said to draw divine chariots, such as that of Aredvi Sura Anahita, who is the Avesta's divinity of the waters. Representing various forms of water, her four horses are named "wind", "rain", "clouds" and "sleet" (Yasht 5.120).

[edit] Norse

The Tjängvide image stone is thought to show Odin entering Valhalla riding on Sleipnir.
In Norse mythology, Odin's eight-legged horse Sleipnir, "the best horse among gods and men", is described as gray.[10] Sleipnir is also the ancestor of another gray horse, Grani, who is owned by the hero Sigurd.[11]

[edit] Slavic

In Slavic mythology, the war and fertility deity Svantovit owned an oracular white horse; the historian Saxo Grammaticus, in descriptions similar to those of Tacitus centuries before, says the priests divined the future by leading the white stallion between a series of fences and watching which leg, right or left, stepped first in each row.[12]

[edit] Buddhist

Kanthaka was a white horse that was a royal servant and favourite horse of Prince Siddhartha, who later became Gautama Buddha. Siddhartha used Kanthaka in all major events described in Buddhist texts prior to his renunciation of the world. Following the departure of Siddhartha, it was said that Kanthaka died of a broken heart.[13]

[edit] Finno-Ugric

The war god in Hungarian mythology was Hadúr, who wears pure copper and is a metalsmith. The ancient Magyars sacrificed white stallions to him before a battle.[14] Additionally, there is a story (mentioned for example in Gesta Hungarorum) that conquering Magyars paid a white horse to Moravian chieftain Svatopluk I (in other forms of the story, it is instead the Bulgarian chieftain Salan) for a part of the land that later became the Kingdom of Hungary.[citation needed] Actual historical background of the story is dubious because Svatopluk I was already dead when the first Hungarian tribes arrived. On the other hand, even Herodotus mentions in his Histories an Eastern custom, where sending a white horse as payment in exchange for land means casus belli. This custom roots in the ancient Eastern belief that stolen land would lose its fertility.[citation needed]

[edit] Abrahamic

[edit] Islamic

Pul Sirat means the straight path of God in Islam, and refers to a narrow path (thinner than a string of hair) 3,000 miles long that the souls of the dead must cross on the judgment day to reach heaven. In one version of the tale, the souls of the virtuous are helped to navigate it because their good deeds turn into a white horse they can ride to the end.
The Buraq in Islamic belief is said to be a celestial creature resembling a white steed.

[edit] Christian

A 15th-century icon of St. George from Novgorod.
In the New Testament, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse include one seated on a white horse [15] and one on a pale horse - the pale horse carried the rider, Death.[16] However, the Greek word translated as pale is often interpreted as sickly green or ashen grey rather than white. Later in the Book of Revelation, Christ rides a white horse out of heaven at the head of the armies of heaven to judge and make war upon the earth.[17]
Two Christian saints are associated with white steeds: Saint James, as patron saint of Spain, rides a white horse in his martial aspect.[18][19][20] Saint George, the patron saint of horsemen[21] among other things, also rides a white horse.[22] In Ossetia, the deity Uastyrdzhi, who embodied both the warrior and sun motifs often associated with white horses, became identified with the figure of St. George after the region adopted Christianity.[23]
Gesta Francorum contains a description of the First Crusade, where soldiers fighting at Antioch claimed to have been heartened by a vision of St. George and white horses during the battle: There came out from the mountains, also, countless armies with white horses, whose standards were all white. And so, when our leaders saw this army, they ... recognized the aid of Christ, whose leaders were St. George, Mercurius, and Demetrius.[24]

[edit] Far East

[edit] Korean

A huge white horse appears in Korean mythology in the story of the kingdom of Silla. When the people gathered to pray for a king, the horse emerged from a bolt of lightning, bowing to a shining egg. After the horse flew back to heaven, the egg opened and the boy Park Hyeokgeose emerged. When he grew up, he united six warring states.

[edit] Philippine

The city of Pangantucan has as its symbol a white stallion who saved an ancient tribe from massacre by uprooting a bamboo and thus warning them of the enemy's approach.

[edit] Vietnamese

The city of Hanoi honors a white horse as its patron saint with a temple dedicated to this revered spirit, the White Horse or Bach Ma Temple ( "bach" means white and "ma" is horse). The 11th century king, Ly Cong Uan (also known as King Ly Thai To) had a vision of a white horse representing a river spirit which showed him where to build his citadel.[25]

[edit] Native American

In Blackfoot mythology, the snow deity Aisoyimstan is a white-colored man in white clothing who rides a white horse.

[edit] Popular culture

The statue of the "fine lady upon a white horse" at Banbury Cross.
The mythological symbolism of white horses has been picked up as a trope in literature, film, and other storytelling. For example, the heroic prince or white knight of fairy tales often rides a white horse. Unicorns are (generally white) horse-like creatures with a single horn. And the English nursery rhyme "Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross" refers to a lady on a white horse who may be associated with the Celtic goddess Rhiannon.[26]
A "white palfrey" appears in the fairy tale "Virgilius the Sorcerer" by Andrew Lang. It appears in The Violet Fairy Book and attributes more than usual magical powers to the ancient Roman poet Virgil (see also Virgil#Mysticism and hidden meanings).
The British author G.K. Chesterton wrote an epic poem titled Ballad of the White Horse. In Book I, "The Vision of the King," he writes of earliest England, invoking the white horse hill figure and the gods:
Before the gods that made the gods
Had seen their sunrise pass,
The White Horse of the White Horse Vale
Was cut out of the grass.[27]
Horses are so popular as you can see in myths! Clearly is is easy to see Pegasus in all of these stories, helping the hero, or coming from a bolt of lightening.  I feel closer to myth now than ever whenever I am upon the back of these majestic animals.

Happy Holidays

So today, I was feeling very Holiday ish, and was thinking how can I tie myth in with Christmas without being obvious and saying "oh hey!  Nick, and Saint Nick=Santa...." we have already covered that in class.  Instead I googled myths of christmas, here are my findings in an article...

Were there really Three Kings? Which pagan festival was a time for gift-giving and candle lighting? Why is mistletoe hung at Christmas?
I’ll try not to be the Grinch here. But the truth is that almost everything we cherish about Christmas traditions –lights, trees, gifts, jolly old men– has some interesting background –much of it from a time long before there was a Christmas. In fact, advent is really a time to bring out your inner pagan. In the next few weeks, I will be posting some blogs about the “mythic” roots of many of the most cherished Christmas traditions.

1. What does Santa Claus have to do with Saint Nicholas?
December 6 is the feast of Saint Nicholas. It makes a perfect day to consider one of the first of the “myths” of Christmas. Where does Santa Claus comes from? And what does he have to do with a 4th-century Christian miracle worker from Turkey?
In Christian tradition and legend, Saint Nicholas was an early hero of the church, the archbishop of Myra in what is now Turkey. Legend has it that he once threw gold coins through the window of three poor girls so they would have dowries and get married. Without dowries, their father feared that they would be forced into prostitution. This was just one of many legendary acts of charity attributed to Nicholas, which included putting coins in childrens shoes. Since his feast day — the date of his death on the church calendar– falls in early December, his generosity was eventually connected to the Christmas season, Advent and the idea of the “three kings,” or wise men, who brought gifts to the baby Jesus.
So how did this rather thin, ascetic Turkish bishop –the way he is traditionally depicted in sacred art—morph into a large, bearded man with a red suit and a large sled full of toys pulled by eight flying reindeer?
Many of the Santa Claus traditions can be traced back to the Norse god Odin. The Norse celebrated the winter solstice with a long festival. In their legend, Odin brought the sun god back to the world on the solstice. He rode across the night sky on a horse named named Stepnir –an eight-legged horse. Norse children would put out hay and straw for the horse in their shoes. In the Christian era, the legend of Odin became a Father Christmas figure and was merged with the religious legend of Saint Nicholas. The eight-legged horse became eight tiny reindeer.
The Dutch brought Saint Nicholas to America as SinterKlaas and the name was later anglicized as Santa Claus. In Europe, children still put out their shoes on different nights, but here, the tradition was changed to stockings hung by the chimney with care.

Whether he is called Father Christmas, Pere Noel or Saint Nick, or Odin, for that matter, there is something more important to know:
“Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.”
Read the text of newsman Frank P. Church’s letter to a small girl in New York that inspired that famous line here (via the Newseum):
http://www.newseum.org/yesvirginia/

I found the eight legged horse to be the most interesting, but how on earth did we turn an eight legged horse into reindeer?  Stories change over time, and it is always interesting to see how they choose to morph. 
Speaking of morphing, it is interesting to me that Stepnir had to have originated from one of the original horses.  My next blog will go into more detail....

a-MAZE-ing

"There returned that old excitement-let it all come, even the black Minotaur, so long as it came; so long as I might reach the center, and have the final prize I coveted." (Fowles, 322)
This covers life! The black Minotaur stands for all those trials that we will face on our way to true happiness, it is tough of course, it is a maze after all.  We will be confused, and we will have to back track, and we will have to grab the bull by his horns in order to get to where we are going.  Where is that?  Happiness of course, love, friendship.  Everything we strive for.  The minute we took our first breath, we were dropped into the middle of a maze, a maze that has no truly center; for every accomplishement we aim for will be the center to us, but then we will realize there is yet something else we aim for, another center of the maze.  It is all exciting!  I always think of Harry Potter when anyone mentions a maze however, and just keep replaying the movie scene.  Harry grabs the chalice, and is transported to the grave yard...I think of this as yet another maze, and when Harry sees the Black Minotaur (Voldemort) he faces him, and when he grabs his prize yet again, he is once again transported to another maze, another trial.  This is our life, and what an exciting life it is...will the maze every really end?

Not yet ended.

"You do not know my meaning yet" (Fowles, 449)
When I was writing my paper, I was very interested in this quote.  It takes place when Hermes and Nick are talking.  Hermes hands a backet to Nick and when Nick looks in, he finds fruit, he is puzzled and when he looks up, Hermes simply says "she waits".  This is so very simbolic for Europa and the story of her abduction.  Europa has on her basket a picture of her grandmother Io, the cow.  It is very well known that Io was turned into a cow after her abduction.  Europas destiny was written on the very basket that she carried, and she was simply too busy with her play to look at it and possibly change her future.  Hermes telling Nick "she waits" to me means that his destiny waits.  I also found it very fitting that it was the messenger God to give him this message.  We all have our destiny written out for us, our destiny's wait for us.  The fates were the greek godesses that controlled our destiny, they read the thread of life and they acted according to it in dealing with our fate. They are always with us, assigned to us at birth, and they make sure that we follow things. They are also known as moirae, their name litterally means "parts", "shares", and "alloted portions", they control these certain "parts of our lives.  Like Nick, we always have free will, however, there are these certain parts of our lives that we "share" with the Moirae.  These are the stepping stones that make up our lives, we must always follow our fate because it is what the Gods planned for us.  If we do not follow our fate, then we willl live a very boring life.  After all, a life without the Gods is not worth living.  The Moirae read strands that are woven by the great spinner Klotho spun the great threads with all the details, and a goddess named Atropios cut the threads he spun.  All the thought of spinning thread and cutting it reminded me of spiders, they create a giant masterpiece.  "You do not yet know my meaning", the meaning of a web cannot be determinded until it is ended.  Just as Arachne's tapestry could not fully be seen until she had finished.  We do not yet know the meaning of our lives, until we look at the basket we carry and see the past repeated.  However, I do not believe that any of us can truly see the signs so clearly written in front of us until we knock on the door of death.  We do not yet know the meaning of life, because we do not yet know the meaning of death.  The circle must be fully drawn for us to understand that it has not corners, no true end or beginning, just one giant cycle that never ends.  A web is a circle, we must look at is after we are finished living it to truly understand....

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Procrastination

I find that I have procrastinated long enough, and now I am scrambling to get my blog entries finished.  I am actually finding that I have procrastinated in most of my classes.  This is a very unfortunate flaw that I seem to have acquired over my many years in school.  So while walking home today, I started thinking if maybe there is a Greek god of procrastination?  Unfortunately, I could not find one.  Yet still, if myth is the precedent behind every action, something mythological must have made me choose these actions.  History will always repeat itself, so I looked back to history, no, I looked into mythology.  My findings were that procrastination has been long in the making.
We all know the story of Hercules, and if you are one of the few who don't, well then you might want to read this...

As they survive, the labours of Hercules are not told in any single place, but must be reassembled from many sources. Ruck and Staples[1] assert that there is no one way to interpret the labours, but that six were located in the Peloponnese, culminating with the rededication of Olympia. Six others took the hero farther afield. In each case, the pattern was the same: Hercules was sent to kill or subdue, or to fetch back for Hera's representative Eurystheus a magical animal or plant. "The sites selected were all previously strongholds of Hera or the 'Goddess' and were Entrances to the Netherworld".[1]
A famous depiction of the labours in Greek sculpture is found on the metopes of the Temple of Zeus at Olympia, which date to the 450s BC.
In his labours, Hercules was sometimes accompanied by a male companion (an eromenos), according to Licymnius and others, such as Iolaus, his nephew. Although he was only supposed to perform ten labours, this assistance led to him suffering two more. Eurystheus didn't count the Hydra, because Iolaus helped him, or the Augean stables, as he received payment for his work, or because the rivers did the work. Several of the labours involved the offspring (by various accounts) of Typhon and his mate Echidna, all overcome by Hercules.
A traditional order of the labours found in Apollodorus[2] is:
  1. Slay the Nemean Lion.
  2. Slay the nine-headed Lernaean Hydra.
  3. Capture the Golden Hind of Artemis.
  4. Capture the Erymanthian Boar.
  5. Clean the Augean stables in a single day.
  6. Slay the Stymphalian Birds.
  7. Capture the Cretan Bull.
  8. Steal the Mares of Diomedes.
  9. Obtain the girdle of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons.
  10. Obtain the cattle of the monster Geryon.
  11. Steal the apples of the Hesperides (He had the help of Atlas to pick them after Hercules had slain Ladon).
  12. Capture and bring back Cerberus.
As a reward for finishing these twelve treacherous tasks, he was given the gift of immortality after his death by his father Zeus. Hera forgave him and gave him her daughter Hebe for his bride.
I would like to focus your attention to number 5, The cleaning of the Augean stables in a Single day.  The mess in the stables was a result of 1000  healthy immortal cattle making cow pies.  It was such a donning task to clean the mess because it was a result of 30 years of procrastination!
Procrastination is what caused the huge mess that Hercules had to clean as a task.  I have come to realize that my large load of blogs that must be done are the accumulative mess I now must deal with in a single days.  Luckily, I have 2 more left...not much but still more than one.  The problem is that I must somehow figure out how to divert my brain flow to create more blogs.
I feel much like Hercules currently, choosing to face this large task with an open mind, and using a little imagination create some truly (hopefully) amazing blog entries that everyone will enjoy reading.
I have come to the realization that our daily tasks are like boulders that must be continually pushed up a hill, tedious and boring, we tend to try and ignore them.  However, each day that boulder must be pushed to the top, because each evening a new one sits waiting at the bottom for us to push up the next day.  If we keep allowing these to pile up, soon their weight will be too great to move, and we will unfortunately be at a loss.  These boulders sit on us, weighing us down and becoming a great burden on our lives.  For instance, currently I feel as if I have all the boulders of my procrastination bearing down on my neck and shoulders...some would just call this stress.  However, I know its more mythological than that. Sisyphus was punished by the Gods, and in his punishment he had to roll a boulder up a hill every day just to watch it fall back to its original spot each evening.  This is the general human life, we must do each of our tasks each day, for new ones will always be forming.  Sometimes it is painful, however, it must be done in order to go on with life.  I personally do not want to end up like Atlas, with the weight of the world on my shoulders.  Instead I will take the boulder, I will act as a hero and I will roll it up the hill each day.  This will be the cycle of life, and endless circle of tasks that must be completed.
This is my new goal at least for next semester.  Now that I know there is myth behind every action, I will simply look for the myth in all my actions, and I will follow what the heros and Gods did before me.  I will not be so oblivious as not to see my fate engraved in the basket that I carry.  
1 blog finished, A tidal wave more to go!!