The amphipolis tomb
One of Cadmus’s daughters, Semele, is a ravishing creature, like Europa. Zeus carries on relations with her, not briefly but fairly long term. Semele sees Zeus lie down beside her every night in human form, but she knows that it is in fact Zeus, and she wants the god to appear to her as himself, in all his brilliance, his majesty as the king of the blissful immortals. Endlessly she implores him to show himself to her. Now, of course, though the gods may occasionally come to humans’ celebrations, it can be dangerous for men to ask such a being to appear to their unprotected eyes, as a mortal partner would. When Zeus yields to Semele’s entreaty and appears in his thunderous splendor, Semele is consumed by the radiance and the blaze, the divine brilliance of her lover. She burns to ash. She is already pregnant with Dionysus by him; without a moment’s hesitation Zeus lifts little Dionysus out of Semele’s body as it burns, slashes his own thigh, spreads the wound, converts his thigh into a female womb and sets the six-month fetus inside it. Thus Dionysus is doubly Zeus’s son – he is called “the twice born”; When the time comes Zeus reopens his thigh, and the infant Dionysus emerges the same way he was taken from Semele’s belly. The child is bizarre, abnormal from the standpoint of the gods, since he is simultaneously the son of a mortal woman and the son of Zeus in all his brilliance. He is bizarre because he was nurtured partly in a woman’s belly and partly in Zeus’s thigh. Dionysus will have to battle the unrelenting jealousy of Hera, who does not easily forgive Zeus his peccadilloes, and who always resents the fruits of his clandestine amours. One of Zeus’s major concerns is therefore to keep Dionysus out of Hera’s sight, entrusting him to nurses who’ll hide him. (from this book) Continue reading
Hephaestus, the ugliest god
Hephaestus is the god of fire and patron of smiths and weavers. He had been born from Zeus and Hera but most probably from Hera, alone. That is why Zeus became so mad that flung Hephaestus off mount Olympus which left him lame. He landed to the island of Lemnos, where he was cared for and taught to be a master craftsman by the Sintians—an ancient tribe native to the island. His workshop was in his palace where he made all the weapons used by the gods. He, also crafted the thrones of the gods in mount Olympus, Zeus’ thunders, the chains that confined Prometheus, Achilles’ armor, Hermes’ winged helmet and sandals and the invisible net in which he trapped his adulterous wife, Aphrodite while in the arms of the extremely handsome god of war, Ares.Even though Hephaestus was ugly and crippled, he fathered more than seventeen children with mortals and immortals alike.
After defeating the Minyans at Orchomenos, King Creon offered his eldest daughter, Megara, to Hercules as a bride in reward for his prowess in battle. Together, Hercules and Megara had anywhere between three and eight children. Although many different versions of Hercules’ doomed marriage to Megara survive, Euripides’ Heracles is the most popular account. There still remains much debate surrounding the sequencing of events.
According to Euripides, when Hercules returned home from his trip to the underworld to fetch Cerberus, he found Greece in chaos. During his absence, Lycus had come to Eubea to overthrow Creon and murdered him. At the precise moment of Hercules’ return, Lycus was about to murder Megara and their children. Hercules rushed to the defense of his family and slew Lycus with an arrow. Just as Hercules was about to sacrifice to Zeus, however, Hera interfered, causing Hercules to fall into a state of delusion and rage. Hercules shot their children with his arrows, believing them to be Eurystheus’ sons and not his own. (Although Apollodoros reports that Megara escaped and married Iolaus, Euripides reports that Hercules shot Megara too.) As Hercules was about to kill his own adopted father, Amphitryon, thinking him to be Eurystheus’ father Sthenelus, Athena intervened and pelted Hercules on the chest with a rock, knocking him out cold and sending him into a deep sleep. Once Hercules awoke and realized what he had done, he was horrified by his actions and wanted to commit suicide. Luckily his friend Theseus was there to calm him down, eventually convincing Hercules to go into exile.
Traditionally, Hercules’ momentary insanity is explained by Hera;s desire to make Hercules commit a crime that would require atonement. Some versions say that following the murders, Hercules traveled to Delphi, and was instructed by the oracle to go to Tiryns and to serve Eurystheus for twelve years and perform any tasks that he might ask of him. If Hercules would complete these tasks and serve his sentence to Eurystheus in full, Hercules would be made immortal. The tasks that followed were to be known later as the labors of Hercules. Continue reading
The beaches of Zakynthos are hosting the last and most important concentration of Loggerhead “Caretta caretta” nesting sites in the Mediterranean.
Every year, beginning from June through the end of August, the female Loggerheads come ashore at night to lay their eggs in the sand and then afterwards cover the nest. After 55 days, the hatchlings start to dig their way out of the nest to find their way down to the sea. Survival rate is very low, only very few hatchlings (1 or 2 out of 1000) will have a chance to adulthood. Thus, it’s very important to protect the nests.
Hera was sister and wife to Zeus , mother of Ares, the god of war and Hephaestus, the god of fire; as well as of Eileithyia and Eve, protectors of child birth and youth, correspondingly.
As soon as she was born, she was swallowed from her father Cronus who was afraid that his off springs would rebel against him. The brothers and sisters of Hera had the same fate, except Zeus who was saved due to a trick he did against Cronus, thus ending once and for all his dominance.
As she was the wife of Zeus, Hera was the most important of all goddesses, queen of heaven and of marriage. In ancient Athens, couples got married only the month Gamelion (ancient Greek month that doesn’t exist anymore) that was dedicated to Hera. The apple and the pomegranate were the holy fruits of the goddess and her symbols.
Hera was arrogant, mischievous, wicked, choleric, dominant and very jealous. Her marriage was a continuous conjugal squabble since Zeus was far from a loyal husband. She had never forgiven him for his flirting with all the minor goddesses, nymphs and plain mortals. Even his progenies had to pay for the infidelity of their father. Hercules was one such example whereas all his life he was trying to escape the wrath of Hera. Once Zeus was so furious from her deeds that hung her from her hands, with anvils tied on her legs, at the highest peak of mount Olympus as a punishment. Continue reading
The notion of symbolic death puts these stories of human sacrifice into the context of another important set of rituals, called rites of passage. Life consists of a series of moments that may be conceived of as dangerous and difficult transitions; many cultures construct practices designed to ease the passage between the stages. These transitional rites may share features with one another: for instance, in ancient Greece sacrifice, marriage and death, utilize rites of purification, garlanding, offering of locks of hair, and feasting. As a result, we sometimes see the conflation of marriage and death, or the image of the dead young woman as the bride of Hades. The ritual sacrifice and marriage perform parallel functions in that they both strengthen community ties. (Greek tragedy by Nancy SorkinRabinowitz) Continue reading
My father was a king and the son of kings. He was a short man, as most of us were, and built like a bull, all shoulders. He married my mother when he was fourteen and sworn by the priestess to be fruitful. It was a good match: she was an only child, and her father’s fortune would go to her husband.
He did not find out until the wedding that she was simple. Her father had been scrupulous about keeping her veiled until the ceremony, and my father had humoured him. If she were ugly, there were always slave girls and serving boys. When at last they pulled off the veil, they say my mother smiled. That is how they knew she was quite stupid. Brides did not smile.
When I was delivered, a boy, he plucked me from her arms and handed me to a nurse. In pity, the midwife gave my mother a pillow to hold instead of me. My mother hugged it. She did not seem to notice a change had been made.
Quickly I became a disappointment: small, slight. I was not fast. I was not strong. I could not sing. The best that could be said of me was that I was not sickly. The colds and cramps that seized my peers left me untouched. This only made my father suspicious. Was I a changeling, inhuman? He scowled at me, watching. My hand shook feeling his gaze. And there was my mother, dribbling wine on herself. )(from here) Continue reading
Achilles was the son of goddess and sea nymph Thetis and mortal Peleus. Even though he had supernatural qualities, in reality he had always been a mortal. When handsome and arrogant Achilles was an infant, prophets had predicted his early death. Thus, his loving mother, in an effort to shield his divine descent, held him from his left heel and immersed him in the waters of the Styx river to make him immortal. He was the super hero of the Trojan war and a vigorous and unrelenting fighter. When doomsday had come, Paris an insignificant fighter shot an arrow to Achilles. God Apollo who disliked Achilles, guided the arrow to the only vulnerable spot of Achilles, his left heel. At this provocative moment Thetis had tried so much to avoid, the prophecy was fulfilled. His mother mourned him for seventeen days. Even the Muses have come to sing at his lamentation, just before his cremation. Continue reading
When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon – do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.
Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.
Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.
Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.
C. P. Cavafy