tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75122929783927044052024-03-28T21:33:27.277-05:00Chris Aldridge Official Blog and WebsiteA Hellenist Experiencing Life and The World Through His OwnUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-48298473703969746362024-03-25T17:54:00.001-05:002024-03-25T17:54:31.142-05:00When The Grasshopper Sings To Eos<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: justify;">When I was a young man growing up in rural North Carolina, my home rested in the middle of a forest, down in a small valley just outside of Thomasville. Summers in North Carolina are exceptionally hot, and living in such a naturalistic setting, the songs of the grasshoppers and crickets (which are part of the grasshopper family), are something that always reminds me of that time and place no matter where I live in America. Even in the Illinois summer, I will stop on a hot and humid night just to listen to the distant sounds of crickets (grasshoppers sing in the morning and during the day), because it reminds me of home, where I came from, and of a Greek story that few people probably know. That is the story of Eos and how the grasshopper was created.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eos is the Titan Goddess of the dawn. Each morning, She rises gloriously with Her trumpets and roses to announce the coming of Helios and a new day for Gods and men. Eos, like other Goddesses, loved Gods as well as mortal men, and one of such was a Trojan Prince by the name of Tithonos. He caught Her eye in a very unique and exceptional way, and She grew so in love that She would visit him each and every day. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Eos knew She never wanted to be without him, so She asked Zeus to make him immortal, which the King of the Gods granted. However, while Eos had now made Her lover immortal, She had forgotten to also ask that he remain young forever. After a century, Tithonos was so old that he could barely move, and the longer time went on, the more pain and decay he found himself subjected to, but death never came. Eos attempted to ease his pain by locking him in a safe, unknown location away from the outside world, but even that couldn't change the fact that he was not even a shadow of his former self, only a bed ridden man in constant pain. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6TFaI-pIb0YgT6q0Pe-H7pTi_r9eKoyKhJ12J9S1f1TpXPLZWZu9-CRWv5FhP-7e2qw-YGzeSsLbgc2DmN4NwlOaF6p0Sh6jd2K9vM_jvxBZtF0hYhFTT5xtQd87a2d5kPkoPahcGQtWNTGnfFj17tZ1YecigezKyxf5aruTS_qiPGjoZOgCpKCo2UQQ/s3072/Grasshopper_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="3072" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg6TFaI-pIb0YgT6q0Pe-H7pTi_r9eKoyKhJ12J9S1f1TpXPLZWZu9-CRWv5FhP-7e2qw-YGzeSsLbgc2DmN4NwlOaF6p0Sh6jd2K9vM_jvxBZtF0hYhFTT5xtQd87a2d5kPkoPahcGQtWNTGnfFj17tZ1YecigezKyxf5aruTS_qiPGjoZOgCpKCo2UQQ/s320/Grasshopper_2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Eos realized that despite Her attempt to keep Her love forever, She had indeed lost him in his mortal form. But She discovered a way to change that form and forge it into a new life that became the grasshopper. As you can see in the picture to the left, Eos did not neglect to show us how beautiful Her Tithonos was by decking the grasshopper in beautiful artistic features, but most notable is that these insects chant at the break of dawn, singing to Eos as She comes forth each day.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wish I had known these timeless stories and myths when I was a boy. I wish I had been raised a Hellenist. Although I did start to discover the Greek Gods while still living at my childhood home. And I can certainly say that wherever you are in the world, Hellenism makes that world far more intriguing and memorable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-48949197208907017892024-03-20T20:06:00.001-05:002024-03-20T20:06:11.230-05:00Psychiatrists Prescribe Religion<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GXtMo5zdmjUklOWrD7gK5Igbv_4Jo4lrN9q3X8ArBogyI_0L6JOyZc5hRVIq_1a8yiluyn5BxEmg4Dz71d8CrEnOrXye4-bXo-_oWRh9X9CLg6nZjhcJ6_KR1WdmJzKxl8WGDBQDdjDLzvbNVCarrdTIY-jGVI2iq_6xTumYr16Dc00YVOP8EwqKaXyt/s476/shr.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="471" data-original-width="476" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9GXtMo5zdmjUklOWrD7gK5Igbv_4Jo4lrN9q3X8ArBogyI_0L6JOyZc5hRVIq_1a8yiluyn5BxEmg4Dz71d8CrEnOrXye4-bXo-_oWRh9X9CLg6nZjhcJ6_KR1WdmJzKxl8WGDBQDdjDLzvbNVCarrdTIY-jGVI2iq_6xTumYr16Dc00YVOP8EwqKaXyt/w200-h198/shr.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>People today act as though no medical professional or scientist seriously considers religion, but I know from experience that if you go to a mental health provider and tell them that your religion is something that helps you deal with and overcome your disorder and illness, they will tell you to keep doing it. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Because the fact of the matter is that the universe and human life is an enigma and we understand virtually nothing about how things work or what lies beyond our own understandings. That's why if you go into the Self-Help section in Barnes and Noble, you'll find enough books to sink a battleship. We have our theories but we don't know really anything profound, except that life responds in a variety of ways.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Well over 10 years ago when I still lived in North Carolina, I visited a nearby mental health facility to talk with a therapist and psychiatrist, because my depression and anxiety disorder reached critically high levels. I suppose a place like rural North Carolina might be more spiritually open even in professional fields, but these were still licensed doctors and counselors with Master's degrees and PhDs.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When they asked me if I do anything on my own to deal with my mental health issues, I brought up my religion and how connection with the Gods does wonders, if not sometimes cures, my afflictions. "Well it sounds like your religion is very therapeutic for you," they said. I nodded and so did they. They consented to the idea that religion could be a form of medicine for me. Which, by the way, it has most certainly proven itself to be just that throughout the years.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The bigger question is, why and how? If mental illness is a real medical condition, then it cannot be cured by simply believing that it is. Something must intervene to turn the course. Our souls and minds are capable of reaching very high ascension, because they form the center of our being. Without them, no other part of us could exist. This means that the soul and mind have an immediate connection with Deity when they are opened to the Higher Powers. In fact, most studies have shown that religious people are less depressed than non-religious.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anti-religious sects and hate groups would have you believe there are no benefits to religion and spirituality. They are just factually and statistically incorrect. It's one comfort I always have in this life and this world. No matter how hard or astray things get, I know the Gods are always there, and I can retreat to them for peace, healing and protection any time.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-57724392587929274742024-03-18T11:26:00.003-05:002024-03-18T11:26:38.035-05:00Simply Great: A Post for Women's History Month<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXk0QdAHT6j3dvDgQny15QRojAzQ7jT1JNcZtphdlRfL2KW-Wj_RApZl869d0mSozW4V1R_fhjSYj1ng9BLx2jOG577_X6IwKr_MuAbL-g7W2bZLfcIgFQ34ovk_4dH1FFu0Am5tVDhaHAmFBg7rJXW4EulDXpQlmqzM44XTQ5NIwR1jvu_ewfeXIiakR5/s599/Catherine_II_by_V.Eriksen_(1778-9,_David_Coll.,_Denmark).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="477" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXk0QdAHT6j3dvDgQny15QRojAzQ7jT1JNcZtphdlRfL2KW-Wj_RApZl869d0mSozW4V1R_fhjSYj1ng9BLx2jOG577_X6IwKr_MuAbL-g7W2bZLfcIgFQ34ovk_4dH1FFu0Am5tVDhaHAmFBg7rJXW4EulDXpQlmqzM44XTQ5NIwR1jvu_ewfeXIiakR5/s320/Catherine_II_by_V.Eriksen_(1778-9,_David_Coll.,_Denmark).jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">She was told she would never amount to anything. She weathered plagues, war and threats to her life. She was betrayed by the two men who should have loved her the most (her father and husband), and she was surrounded by corruption and a selfish Nobility, to name just a few problems, not to mention being a woman in a world that, at that time, belonged 100% to men. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And even though giving in or running away from her troubles would have been the easiest solutions, Catherine the Great refused those options. She did not cower, hate or put her circumstances off on someone else. She took the highest crown her nation had, and became the only Empress in Russian history to ever be called The Great. She reminded all generations why she was alive and what destiny had laid out for her.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">During my last year at University in 2023, my final class was modern European history, and I wrote a flawless term paper on Catherine the Great, an A+. The grade was so high that I could have not taken the final exam and still passed the class. My love for Catherine literally secured my degree, and it's something I will always hold dear. When people talk about who they would like to meet if they could go back in time, I always list at least Catherine, because we would have an awesome conversation and then, probably, amazing sex, as Catherine was known for her expressive sexual side. Equally important, not only was Catherine down to earth in this regard, she was also polyamorous, which is another natural part of human sexuality that is still shamed away by social norms.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To me, she embodies a lot of what a woman should still be today, which is strong, confident, and accepting of their sexual desires. In a world where women have been made so ashamed of their natural selves that they won't even acknowledge that a man is handsome or that they like him, Catherine is a liberating spirit that women desperately need. But I also think more and more women are waking up and breaking free of these anti-woman and anti-human norms. Not only are women <i>and</i> men both becoming more sexually open, but they are realizing that there's nothing wrong with being attracted to more than one person.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My wife once told me that I have a thing for strong female rulers, and that it's not a bad thing. But I think Catherine is my favorite above all those. She understood that life was made to live, and live to the fullest. All of her critiques and haters from back then are long dead and forgotten. Only she remains known, admired and still loved to this day. The lesson is to not care what other people think. They won't matter in years to come. What will matter is whether you lived the life you truly wanted. Love, sex and power were her hallmarks. She would have had none of them, however, if she had bowed to the exact same social norms that women still bow to in our own time. And the worst part is that social norms can become so ingrained that we think it's our own desire when it's nothing more than what we've been programmed to do.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In a broader sense, Catherine escaped the prison that so many are still confined to. I think Catherine would tell all of us that, inside ourselves, is the power to overcome and accomplish anything, if we are just brave enough to try. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">You can read my college paper on Catherine for free by clicking <a href="https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PqQ_g3z3SjnB3Hm2Q3_YEsSAlczJJFLxDOcNBByzEg4/edit?usp=sharing"><span style="color: red;">here.</span></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-16033074203522640032024-03-03T10:15:00.005-06:002024-03-03T16:50:43.482-06:00The Forest Screams - Could It Be Dionysos?<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcBMtTBVwBpzKmdjl6QOSJY52VZhjzGRd6acDApp541oseBJB2U-YHLtJ6AxShJUNcvY4k8acf71GzHwfATXzwSHlV18p9M49XCKrRNC17AVfNTdzGL34wkH1cVDarzgr4pMQNaEmxoJfdeiUQMXE0VonEXwuFkK3FS03BjvRv_DUxqn48_n7vdVvk7dGO/s2048/20160902_152930(0)%20(1).jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcBMtTBVwBpzKmdjl6QOSJY52VZhjzGRd6acDApp541oseBJB2U-YHLtJ6AxShJUNcvY4k8acf71GzHwfATXzwSHlV18p9M49XCKrRNC17AVfNTdzGL34wkH1cVDarzgr4pMQNaEmxoJfdeiUQMXE0VonEXwuFkK3FS03BjvRv_DUxqn48_n7vdVvk7dGO/s320/20160902_152930(0)%20(1).jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Channels and videos dealing with everything from the paranormal to simple hiking adventures are filled with what we commonly know as "unidentified, non-human sounds or screams" coming from the forests of the world. And I just love myself a good mystery, a good intrigue, something unknown to investigate, so let's take some time today to explore these happenings. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Take a moment to visit this <a href="https://www.youtube.com/shorts/-4anzs4-3WM"><span style="color: red;">link</span></a> to hear one of the videos people have made of unexplained screams and yells in the forest. Then come back to my blog post. Of course, there are scores of other videos and reels that have been made by various individuals, recording many kinds of screams and ravings in the woods. All you have to do is search for the topic on youtube.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In ancient times, Dionysos, the God of wine, revelry, joy, life and rebirth, was known for His loud celebrations in the forests. In fact, His worshipers would gather in these remote areas, such as the female devotees of the God called Maenads, whose name means "to rave" or "raving ones." A specific natural forest location of theirs was in Nysa, where a temple of Dionysos stood.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Orphic Hymn to Dionysos, He is called, "loud-roaring, reveling, and howling." In the video posted above of the unknown screams and ravings in the woods, people in ancient times may have very well concluded that it was Dionysos or His Maenads, especially if it was near a known worship center. In the times of old, things we consider paranormal or supernatural were simply daily life and commonplace.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the forests, away from the civilization and the common ailments of human life, it's easy to see how someone could release, and why they might enjoy the ability to leave their old world behind as much as possible for a time. Dionysos lifts us to life, brings us to life, breaks us free of death. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I myself grew up in the middle of a forest, down in a small, remote valley in central North Carolina, and especially during my childhood, the depths of the woodland provided me with a much needed retreat on a regular basis. In fact, anything could happen in them. Nothing was impossible, meaning was everywhere, adventure lured at every turn, and everything was beautiful. There is something about the haunts of the forest that make them otherworldly.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The importance of Dionysos to Hellenic life is, like all the Gods, vastly important and crucial, but like all Gods as well, Dionysos also retains His own uniqueness. As the God of life, the youngest of The Dodekatheon, and Twice Born, He is known as the "Savior God" of Greek religion, although He is certainly not the only God who carries the Savior Epithet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Dionysos is salvation from death, depression, sadness, and anything else that hinders life and its enjoyment. I developed my own temple rite to the God in this respect. There is historical record of some of His worshipers in ancient times eating a live bull in a ritualistic setting (the bull being a symbol of Dionysos), and in so doing, they believed they were taking the God into themselves. Wine is also known as the blood of the vine just as far back.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If this sounds familiar, you're right, but the concept of ingesting communion with a God was not originally Christian; it's very ancient and very polytheistic. In my own rite, I include a drink of wine or grape juice and a small bite of rich chocolate (should I ever find chocolate in the shape of a bull, that'll be spectacular). The chocolate, being an ecstatic food, is the body of the God, while His wine is, of course, His blood.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Before consuming, I recite this simple prayer, <i>I pray to Dionysos, Twice Born God of everlasting life, to descend His blessings upon the food of joy and the drink of the vine, to bless my mind, body and soul with His wonderful Godhood. Spirit of Dionysos dwell within me, blood of Dionysos flow through me."</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If there has been no general offering to Him in return, some of the wine or chocolate can be given. But it's also important to remember the objective and reality of Dionysos and this rite. It is not Christian. He is not a God of abstinence or one who teaches us to resist and hate our humanity. There is no "cross to bear." You don't invite Him to save you from your humanity because your humanity is not evil or damned. It is blessed. Therefore, Dionysos blesses us with all it takes to live a happy and joyful life, and drives out whatever threatens that. Dionysos reminds us that it's okay to live.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What are the screams and ravings that people keep hearing deep in the forests of the world? Dionysos? The ghosts of His Maenads? New worshipers? Or maybe all of the above? The ancients most certainly knew of these same kinds of sounds. They wrote about them in their hymns to the God and stories about those who followed Him throughout their lives. Perhaps there is always that natural calling out there, reminding us that there is freedom from the dismal things that may plague us.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Please consider bookmarking my site by clicking on the star in the top right corner of the web bar, so you can find my latest entries more easily.</b></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-49197421915489083232024-02-20T18:56:00.003-06:002024-02-20T18:59:16.395-06:00When Religion Was What It Should Be<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaro2UIE-5IM9y_XXlEv_bsASTLWaS82z1mD7ABvLUk59iW-XcTwODmeNwEmqYEADaPTIlq50RP3Q9ZWj-e4rr_mHRAeYqQ-Tlvi5Je1pLhf9zW6csFgxZSqBguH9NuMLby38Ia9VnYEcPtYeTI4ByzMaDoECDt002R24dH0Bwyh3TguLAOtwlhF8obY3J/s599/367px-Greek_art.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="367" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaro2UIE-5IM9y_XXlEv_bsASTLWaS82z1mD7ABvLUk59iW-XcTwODmeNwEmqYEADaPTIlq50RP3Q9ZWj-e4rr_mHRAeYqQ-Tlvi5Je1pLhf9zW6csFgxZSqBguH9NuMLby38Ia9VnYEcPtYeTI4ByzMaDoECDt002R24dH0Bwyh3TguLAOtwlhF8obY3J/s320/367px-Greek_art.jpg" width="196" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Crusades, terrorism, and oppressive theocratic dictatorships. These are the things that commonly come to mind today when people think of widespread religion, mainly because we are so used to seeing the dominant religions, which are based on oppression, wreak havoc on the world. A fringe element of radical Muslims committed the worst terrorist attack on American soil, and only our Constitution stops radical Christians from using the government to force everyone into their way of life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's almost as if you have to rally <i>against </i>religion if you want to be a freedom fighter, or at least stand against the militant elements of it. However, religion was not always like this, which is something that Pagans and Polytheists like myself are trying to teach and bring back to humanity. Religion was not about imposition in ancient times, nor did it possess so much insecurity that one culture couldn't stand another simply because they had a different religion. Ancient man found himself more than able to live harmoniously in a diverse world. Of course his own culture had its own theology and customs, but there was never any reason conceived to force the entire world into the same way of life. When a Greek visited Egypt, for example, they didn't demand that the Egyptians worship the Greek Gods instead, and abandon their own culture. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I was in my first year of college in 2008 back in North Carolina, my philosophy and writing class held a discussion on the history of religion and spirituality. At one point, a girl across from me said that ancient religion was the way religion was supposed to be. It was about a man, woman, or community worshiping their Gods, so that the City, sea, fields, etc, would produce the good and productive things of life for them. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Only later when I became a Hellenist did I fully understand where she was coming from. Hellenists worship the Gods because it brings bliss to our lives, and shows our proper reverence for the Higher Powers. We simply love and also respect our Gods. Even to this day, we are perfectly content in our own skin, and do not concern ourselves with the fact that other people may have a different theology. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The admission of monotheism was really the time when religion became globally weaponized, especially when governments realized the great ability that religions like Christianity had to control massive amounts of people. Even though religion had changed, mostly by force, it still retained an ultimate place of importance in people's lives, especially as time went on and the newer generations could be lied to about how their ancestors were converted, and governments were not ignorant of this. They found that they were able to use the new religions and their orthodoxies to produce any kind of obedience, war or wealth they so desired.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">However, theology itself was, and is, about the Divine and the human experience of it. It's not about a system of oppression. I don't normally think about it when I walk through my temple doors, but it should be a revelation that I don't walk through them for the same reason I did church doors when I was a Christian. It's not my hope that the world bows to me, but that I find the Gods in my life. If we as the human race could but understand the simple truth that this is the goal of human religion and spirituality, we would never again fall.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-35831464246765761182024-02-05T10:18:00.001-06:002024-02-05T10:22:40.780-06:00Do We Still Love Athletes Like Ancients?<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6RPd9V1dcssQWHhJ7FZVFMLt14QxjreEHiSim6G5Z2muRdJSfehS90iIfLGmtmVdlKJVeJbafql3W2lZ1jStf-4JY63YJ4Khi4qlNY1l-jjXaQFz2LsuEspKZF6juEOSGsEObvm3t5XiukI7ADediUtZEha62bhyphenhyphenKqNqJFTrk0PJVyc0lQFlYlV1xATN/s599/In_the_earlist_times_a_simple_foot-race_was_the_only_event.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="403" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS6RPd9V1dcssQWHhJ7FZVFMLt14QxjreEHiSim6G5Z2muRdJSfehS90iIfLGmtmVdlKJVeJbafql3W2lZ1jStf-4JY63YJ4Khi4qlNY1l-jjXaQFz2LsuEspKZF6juEOSGsEObvm3t5XiukI7ADediUtZEha62bhyphenhyphenKqNqJFTrk0PJVyc0lQFlYlV1xATN/s320/In_the_earlist_times_a_simple_foot-race_was_the_only_event.jpg" width="215" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our love for the professional and victorious athletes continues to follow us all the way from ancient Greek times. And make no mistake, it is not the professionalism, but the glory that we enjoy. People completely alter their appearance and character when attending their favorite sporting event and cheering for their most loved competitor. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">If people gave 1/10th the enthusiasm toward actual problems in our country as they do to football, we'd be in much better shape. But for some reason, people don't want to take on the hard things in life, and so sports provide a literal escape from reality. People can forget for a time. This is both beneficial and destructive when taken to the extreme. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We all need a break from time to time, but ignoring life can eventually lead to outright delusion. Ancient Rome had this same problem. People ended up caring more about Games than actually running the State. It's one of the reasons the Empire fell.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the ancient Greeks were more moderate and reasonable with their love of Games. They were indeed important and even religious activities, but they did not constitute the whole or even the daily life of the people and their societies. They were largely part of the religious events of the day or festival, but the winners, especially those of the Olympics, could expect lavish reward, even including a pension. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, it was nothing like what athletes are given today, salaries that would be considered a ridiculous amount, especially given the fact that millions of Americans live in poverty, and 333 million children worldwide wake up every day in impoverishment. That's more than the entire population of the United States of America.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I do think exceptional athletes, as in ancient times, deserve a place of honor in the State. They go through many years of hard training, sacrifice, pain, injury and dedication so that they can reach the glory that they so desire, for themselves, their team, and their people. They reach status that most other people probably could not, and for their success and service, they deserve recognition and a pension. I do not, however, think that any athlete deserves a salary of 50 million dollars a year, or even in a lifetime.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also feel that major Games, such as the Olympics, have lost their meaning. The Games were created to honor Zeus, King of all Gods. In short, they are religious and spiritual events that recognize and revere the Higher Powers, and acknowledge our own proper and unique place in life as human beings. But today, the sacredness is literally all gone. In my view, it's been reduced to mere competition of one person trying to outdo the other, and there is no understanding whatsoever of our humanity and the blessed abilities that have been bestowed upon us by the Gods. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not only do we pay athletes too much money, but the money and the mortal basically become the gods of the Games. The Olympics are losing their former glory. Viewership of the Olympics dropped by 40% worldwide during the last cycle. Even football, one of America's most loved past times, has experienced a drop in popularity by about 1 million viewers. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">There was a time when people were excited to love and impress Divinity and one another. When something is reduced to the mere rudimentary, the nature of it is to whither. But the Gods never whither or die. Everything about them is eternal and ongoing. That's probably one of the reasons the Greeks centered everything around their Gods. I'm not saying athletes should be forced into Hellenism or any kind of worship. I'm saying that larger meaning, something more than just self, is what will maintain everything, even ourselves.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Please bookmark my site by clicking on the star in the top right corner of the web ba</b>r.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-82943490352648995962024-01-24T11:50:00.022-06:002024-02-01T19:40:55.167-06:00Why So Many Female Villains In Greek Myth?<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98BCCm7c1lKntVwkI6AuI2rDaqsOAVyEjEMaKX0ZxLFCFbmHVDYQubTUmU_HJXGXb8tnqX2fkwpQB1dzLPGHyM6OyfC6CbEdPglgS_li2t_lBmBBdNuZwL_r2zwuxtifWuyr4-r-cYorZYWw07vWJ7qyoBCQz40JF2EJvStOlcVZLcgFhM2NLrXvboKex/s1251/358715098_264148746342392_6343921408529921938_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1251" data-original-width="858" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg98BCCm7c1lKntVwkI6AuI2rDaqsOAVyEjEMaKX0ZxLFCFbmHVDYQubTUmU_HJXGXb8tnqX2fkwpQB1dzLPGHyM6OyfC6CbEdPglgS_li2t_lBmBBdNuZwL_r2zwuxtifWuyr4-r-cYorZYWw07vWJ7qyoBCQz40JF2EJvStOlcVZLcgFhM2NLrXvboKex/s320/358715098_264148746342392_6343921408529921938_n.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ancient Greece and Greek Myth in modern time tend to get, what I think, is an undeserved bad wrap for all of the female villains that exist within it. It's assumed that because there were a lot of female monsters and criminals, that the ancient Greeks must have hated women or at least distrusted them in some capacity. Well, anyone who has known me for the last few years as a writer, historian and a Hellenist, knows I can give a fresh, and perhaps more realistic perspectives on ancient Greek culture than what is assumed by people who never lived there, or who respond with the education they have been conditioned to. For instance, if you're trained to see sexism in everything, you will. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">First consider that there might have indeed been female criminals and menaces in ancient times. In fact, it would be absurd to suggest it impossible. The level of power that women had varied from City to City, but women were not powerless in totality. For example, male bandits or organized criminals probably wouldn't have cared about being led by a female if she had enough money to pay them well. We would likely find it a species of insanity to suggest that there has ever been a human culture with no female offenders of any kind. It is not sexism to say that a woman is a woman. I mean, it's certainly not rare to find a woman or a being who is female. Women exist as about half of the population, and sometimes there are actually more females in a species than males. Therefore, there could naturally be women or females who fulfill negative as well as positive roles, and yet, even the negative ones were not universal. In other words, they were not all bad. While the Sphinx of Oedipus might be considered a villain, Sphinxes were also guardians of temples and cemeteries, and considered to be a bridge between human and Divine knowledge. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's also not true that men of ancient Greece always occupied admirable or virtuous roles. There were a great number of men and males who were evil. For example, when Odysseus returned home, He found no less than 108 Suitors trying to take His wife and kingdom. He killed all of them, not for simply being Suitors, but for destroying His palace, eating His food, taking everything they could, and doing everything they could get away with. They even plotted to murder Odysseus' own son. These 108 men were certainly no paragons of virtue, but villains. Finally, male monsters in Greek Myth included the Minotaur, the Nemean Lion, the Cretan Bull, and Typhon. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In conclusion, it may not actually be true that a significant number of Greek villains were female. In fact, given the Suitors alone, there might have been more males than females in actuality. Not to mention ruling kings like Midas, Lycaon, Sisyphus, Tantalus, and Salmoneus who were some of the most greedy, ruthless, offensive, and cruel men to ever live - and the Gods punished them severely for it. And for the villains who were the opposite sex, it may have had little to do with their sex in and of itself. Additionally, you can't logically ignore the great number of female Heroes who exist in Greek Myth and Religion either, such as Atalante, Danae, Antigone, Penelope, Hydna, and Nausicca. You wouldn't think you'd have female Heroes in a society that simply hates women.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm not saying there was no sexism in ancient times, for that would also be an absurd suggestion. But I also think that people today assume way too much about things they couldn't have possibly experienced.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>And bookmark my site by clicking on the star in the top right of the web bar.</b></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-33001629339231385052024-01-21T18:52:00.001-06:002024-01-21T18:52:10.292-06:00It's My Fate<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyK-h4fB45nAATkVDbD7qYHnRs9W7g8u-HIPcvl7kqTOSgEuR5vb_9235AMMZMRd00yF-6brJF50eB8a6tzExA1M7NVdDed6tQeW_pu_VmuAo5LnuCkwaW1UAmpZp2rTRaxfJ_rkZ5sgbC8vnoc5gvMsVWvT7TAKyXSuZsJqtnOk1ksHD4VVBI0LYxVsK/s640/alexandre-auguste-hirsch-calliope-teaching-orpheus-1865-da37d9-640.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="633" data-original-width="640" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyK-h4fB45nAATkVDbD7qYHnRs9W7g8u-HIPcvl7kqTOSgEuR5vb_9235AMMZMRd00yF-6brJF50eB8a6tzExA1M7NVdDed6tQeW_pu_VmuAo5LnuCkwaW1UAmpZp2rTRaxfJ_rkZ5sgbC8vnoc5gvMsVWvT7TAKyXSuZsJqtnOk1ksHD4VVBI0LYxVsK/w200-h198/alexandre-auguste-hirsch-calliope-teaching-orpheus-1865-da37d9-640.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When you first start your life as a Hellenist, at least for me personally, you're quick to say you don't believe in fate as a lifelong concept, or that you at least don't believe in it generally speaking. You might think that some things are preordained, just like the ancient Greeks most certainly did, but you generally reject the notion that your life is already planned out. And I've pretty much always believed that pivotal moments are already decided, but what you do with them is of your own will. For example, my lifechanging move to Illinois was fate, but what I do with my life here is my own choice.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But I will also say this. The longer I live, the more and more I think fate plays continuous roles in human life. Perhaps not in all of one's life, but still a significant part. For the simple fact that there are general things I have tried to change or alter the course of for the better part of 40 years, and it just won't happen no matter what I do. Hellenism has certainly changed me for the better, morally and ethically, than I was beforehand, and put a confidence and faith in me that I never had previously, but I can't change the over all structure of who I am. And I've equally noticed that trying to change it only makes things harder or more upset. I eventually wondered if said hardship was because I was essentially trying to fight against the universe.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nevertheless, I also remember that when I was a child and a teenager, my living situation was a lot worse than it is now, and even if that was my fate at that time, it never interfered with my happiness. I remember being absolutely in love with life and everything about it. The fact that I was very poor and had no real prospects, did not inhibit me in the least. I still loved, still believed I could do anything, and sometimes I did. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's also true that many things in my life have not turned out the way I wanted, or the way I had envisioned. The most maddening part is that I don't really know why, and perhaps I'm not supposed to know, but it's still something I carry with me each day. It's even hurtful to an extent, to see men or women no better than you, but who have things you feel you deserved as well. Why, is the question that will drive you insanely angry if you let it. So I eventually found it best to generally stop asking, either to myself or others.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Is fate simply what we call things that are out of our hands? Who knows these things but the Gods? What I <i>do</i> know is that it's possible to live well in one's fate. For example, you might not be rich, but you can be financially comfortable. Your person may not win the election, but you can do your own public works for what you believe in. You may not be as popular as Stephen King, but you can still get your works published and distributed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But even knowing that there's fate in my life, and always will be, I ultimately don't worry about anything; because I know who my Gods are.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of The Dodekatheon,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-65634667717274664462024-01-18T14:34:00.005-06:002024-03-24T21:37:01.362-05:00Rock & AI - Faces Frozen In Hubris<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9y7b0SfjqFBhkyou1TP7dDMJDLYYBv327B39luwdqeFvJ8i51pJA8No-bJZrPcg7tE3gkMJ2fd3oCNLvCPBeafX7z3cOxzhyphenhyphenfPtzqy6votcty1hEDC5oBqVtj8eabzvQk13mEZvDP1KfOykf5vdy49FlWH7ToANT8G6WyPfcGCZAMivQLnYeUIOEYPAl8/s800/The_Weeping_Rock_in_Mount_Sipylus,_Manisa,_Turkey,_known_as_Niobe's_Rock,_a_rock_in_the_shape_of_a_weeping_woman,_which_the_ancient_Greeks_believed_to_be_Niobe_(19170639905).jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="530" data-original-width="800" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9y7b0SfjqFBhkyou1TP7dDMJDLYYBv327B39luwdqeFvJ8i51pJA8No-bJZrPcg7tE3gkMJ2fd3oCNLvCPBeafX7z3cOxzhyphenhyphenfPtzqy6votcty1hEDC5oBqVtj8eabzvQk13mEZvDP1KfOykf5vdy49FlWH7ToANT8G6WyPfcGCZAMivQLnYeUIOEYPAl8/s320/The_Weeping_Rock_in_Mount_Sipylus,_Manisa,_Turkey,_known_as_Niobe's_Rock,_a_rock_in_the_shape_of_a_weeping_woman,_which_the_ancient_Greeks_believed_to_be_Niobe_(19170639905).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Stand in this place and look upon the face of someone who's pride cost them everything. Her name was Niobe, and before we get into this discussion, it's important to recall her Myth.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Niobe had it all. She was a beautiful queen of Theban Greece, with seven beautiful sons and seven beautiful daughters, which in ancient times, was a great accomplishment in and of itself, considering infant mortality. Niobe wanted for nothing, and had everything for which to be most grateful. There was nothing inglorious about her life, yet she could not find herself satisfied and humble enough to admit to this. She grew jealous of the fact that people were worshiping Leto and Her children Artemis and Apollon, saying that people should really be "worshiping her own sons and daughters, for they were far greater than the Gods." </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For this offense, Artemis and Apollon drew their bows and killed all of her children (Apollon taking the sons and Artemis the daughters). Niobe found herself, of course, devastated and in unending pain. She climbed to the top of Mt. Sipylus in Asia Minor, today in the modern Manisa Province of Turkey. There she begged the Gods to take away her pain. Zeus changed her into a rock. To this day, people can visit the "weeping rock" on the mountain that is said to be the remains of Niobe, forever frozen in despair and crying when it rains. The picture above is of that rock formation that overlooks the modern population below.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We may assume the moral to be simple, but I theorize that it's a bit more extensive than simply, "Don't offend the Gods." Niobe took hubris to a new level, because instead of simply boasting in pride, she tried to actually take worship. Niobe literally tried to put herself and her children in the <i>place</i> of the Gods.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It reminds me of something I wrote in my philosophy journal several weeks back. <i>Modern scientists tend to be reverent of no power except their own, and see no reason why they cannot mess with whatever they choose, so long as they have the money and legality. It's therefore foolish to give so much power over our world to the most arrogant group of people.</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Our world today takes human confidence far beyond its healthy and appropriate levels. It's increasingly growing from a philosophy of human strength to human worship, where people literally take the crowns of Gods and attempt to place them upon their own heads. Even more revealing, humans have never learned to stop doing this. So many people either just don't get it, or don't want to. We're not supposed to take the place of Gods, nor claim domain over that which belongs to Gods. Yet, they have. Humans have taken it upon themselves to create life (AI), they try to control the course of the natural environment, and they experiment with everything under the Sun enough to put Dr. Frankenstein to shame. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why is AI so bad, one might ask? For starters, it could end up destroying the human mind by making it obsolete. If humans have someone to think for them, the mind will no longer have a need or a desire to be creative, inventive, or do anything for itself. Second, it's one thing to have a GPS in your car, or some kind of medical device that saves lives. That's wonderful. But when you're creating full robots that are just like humans, you're toying with life. Humans have no such right or capacity to go down that road. Not to mention that when you're creating a robot that can outthink human beings, there's a clear and present danger to human safety itself. And the fact that AI could end up taking even high level employment from people is not even the biggest hazard, and yet that in itself is still a disastrous cliff.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It not only stems from arrogance, but I also think, a resentment toward the Higher Powers. The Gods decide what happens to this world and this universe, not scientists, politicians or religious leaders, and this factor makes the latter three the most furious. They have grown to think of themselves as deserving to rule instead of the Gods, just like Niobe. The worst part in terms of interacting with our fellowman, is that arrogance cannot be reasoned with, neither philosophically or literally. No amount of argument or lightning strikes will change a hard head. And sadly, most of the consequences often fall on the innocent.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Although human self-destruction has never been something new to the human scene. The most tragic factor is that people never learn from it. So what can we as individuals do to stem the tide? The first obvious one is to live differently ourselves. Second, we can reject the idea of hubris by refusing to use and support the things that further it, like AI. We can't stop people from being foolish, but we can refuse to participate, and if enough of the human population refuses to support it, there won't be a market for its posterity. Third, educate the populace. Evil or toxicity often displays an illusion or act, because if it presented its true self, most people wouldn't tolerate it. And it's rather easy to expose the reality behind the mask, because the mask isn't real.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Generally speaking, we preserve ourselves, and the actuality of what we should be.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>And consider subscribing to my site by bookmarking it by clicking on the star in the top right of the web bar.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Source: Photo: The Weeping Rock, photographed by Carole Raddato from Frankfurt, Germany. Photo is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic. No changes were made. Link to material can be found <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:The_Weeping_Rock_in_Mount_Sipylus,_Manisa,_Turkey,_known_as_Niobe%27s_Rock,_a_rock_in_the_shape_of_a_weeping_woman,_which_the_ancient_Greeks_believed_to_be_Niobe_%2819170639905%29.jpg"><span style="color: red;">here.</span></a></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-70451937894035833612024-01-13T09:46:00.006-06:002024-02-01T19:37:34.098-06:00Was I The Last Man She Kissed?<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOkAXl9cCFNd3ox_rp2ur-xzifTU5-dgHY9FbL_h8kF7swxL7jkNaIeBMoIxG5Lg8Ve6QjrLdpibQvvMduO62PU5fpepWOTNLWrG-qLVjtJYPNbsluXkDGjrzIgVXhyphenhyphenioDZI6zqBRQYKDMm1CMQgIrvrDIRHQaW1c7KHS56enF5r88ZZ4GpB5A7Ct3QcO/s864/Romeo_and_Juliet_(detail)_by_Frank_Dicksee.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="701" data-original-width="864" height="163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmOkAXl9cCFNd3ox_rp2ur-xzifTU5-dgHY9FbL_h8kF7swxL7jkNaIeBMoIxG5Lg8Ve6QjrLdpibQvvMduO62PU5fpepWOTNLWrG-qLVjtJYPNbsluXkDGjrzIgVXhyphenhyphenioDZI6zqBRQYKDMm1CMQgIrvrDIRHQaW1c7KHS56enF5r88ZZ4GpB5A7Ct3QcO/w200-h163/Romeo_and_Juliet_(detail)_by_Frank_Dicksee.png" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In 2018, I moved to South Beloit, Illinois, and I met a girl there about my age, by the name of Michelle. I cannot recall exactly how we met, but I can surmise that we had similar interests through things like religion and philosophy, and found one another through social media. I admit that I was sexually attracted to her, but at first it was just a friendship ordeal, which I had no problem with.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The more we talked, the more we liked each other, and one day we decided to meet for lunch. It was one of those things that was a date, but also was not, if that makes sense. We were there to have fun with each other, yet there were no romantic titles or intentions. But in any case, I was delighted to just spend the day with a beautiful girl who was my friend.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The more time we spent together, however, the closer our lips got until we kissed. So it was one of those beautiful things that people write about in poems and love stories. It didn't seem like it would go any further than just an affectionate friendship at most, but nevertheless, I could only find enjoyment in her presence. But I would have never imagined in a million years that it would be the last time I'd ever see her, because she suddenly died later that year. As far as I know, she didn't have any other male friends of the romantic type, so it's possible that I was the last man she ever kissed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In fact, her death happened so suddenly that I didn't even have time to make preparations to attend the funeral, which I still brood over to this day when I think about it. It was one of those experiences that blows you away, leaving you in shock and disbelief, sometimes even for months or years to come. Whenever I am passing through South Beloit these days, I still drive by the restaurant where we spent our last day together, and simply look at it, not as a painful memory, but as a testament to a truth that I will now explain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I tell this story sometimes in my speeches on life and living without regrets, because every single day I see people all around me that are letting the clock tick by. They're so consumed by social norms, personal fear, or the delusion that they have plenty of time. Each day is a countdown, every second that goes by, you can never get back. I can still close my eyes and feel her kiss, and it's no longer a romantic feeling, but a wakeup call, that every day is a gift. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Gods gave you life for a reason, and the common sense to not waste it. One day Death will come for you. One day Charon will extend his hand for your coin, and it'll be too late. No amount of crying or pleading will turn back the clock. You're not meant to live in fear, you're not meant to micromanage life, and you don't have plenty of time; you're meant to live and live now. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>And consider subscribing to my site by bookmarking it by clicking on the star in the top right corner of the web bar.</b></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-72213817222966808622024-01-02T13:05:00.007-06:002024-01-02T13:17:06.903-06:00How I Know He Went To A Better Place<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ssPRxSiBPiSb8n6edgbCTNgjRdFpcY1i7341mffm4FrRzQm0cn_RHjxrqRRPOfHnyG7O9y3G0fvoLLeMo6rmWsAapJx4hPEThZiNfJqkI2kKI7U2_cFDfclsx64lGb-aA_fRC5vB4o2egE5spPkI5AoGMG5x99J6vhWOI9n1X70EpQypl_Prc31FSCWe/s960/35480820_1992217107759553_250678287376842752_o.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ssPRxSiBPiSb8n6edgbCTNgjRdFpcY1i7341mffm4FrRzQm0cn_RHjxrqRRPOfHnyG7O9y3G0fvoLLeMo6rmWsAapJx4hPEThZiNfJqkI2kKI7U2_cFDfclsx64lGb-aA_fRC5vB4o2egE5spPkI5AoGMG5x99J6vhWOI9n1X70EpQypl_Prc31FSCWe/w150-h200/35480820_1992217107759553_250678287376842752_o.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many people talk of having stepparents, but I have rarely heard them speak of step-grandparents. But that's how I would categorize it. His name was Jim, and he basically replaced my grandmother's original husband, the biological father of my mother, and thus, my biological grandfather. Nevertheless, Jim was a very unique person in my life, and the life of those around him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Not only did he stay with and help support my grandmother and her house and property throughout his life, he also treated me very kindly, and he didn't have to. We didn't really have any contact in the late years, as I had gotten married and moved out of State, but when I was a teenager, Jim financially supported me in a great many ways, along with my grandmother.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Had it not been for him, I would have probably been unable to remain enrolled in my martial arts school, which was a big achievement and motivator in my early days. I can also say with absolute certainty that I never went hungry a day in my life while I was at my grandmother's house. Jim would always make sure I was fed, and so would she.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They were also very calm-minded people. They considered themselves to be the utmost civilized. They would not go to parties or do any kind of music or dance. They did not drink hard liquor, beer, or act up in any way. They would not even let their hair, nor mine, become "inappropriate" lengths. So they were modest, greatly sophisticated they were. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last spring, Jim died at the age of 74, after a long struggle with deteriorating health and eventually a stroke that resulted in cardiac arrest, leaving my grandmother, who is still alive, to live alone except for the regular visits from my mother. Shortly after his death, I had a dream about Jim that I've never had before or since. He was here in Illinois, in my living room, taking me by the hands, and dancing and smiling. To dream about him for the first time, and seeing him act in a way that he never would have in his previous life, made me realize that he had chosen to deliver a message to me. Wherever he is, I think he's in a much better place.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">His death was by no means a blow to me, in the sense that he was someone essential to my life today. I mean, I will certainly always remember and appreciate him, but he also wasn't attached to me. Yet, he had always lived a rather isolated life with no real success, and his passing made me feel sorry for him. But for some reason, he decided to tell me that he was okay, perhaps because he saw me as a son he never had. Or possibly because he knew I'd tell everyone back home; maybe a bit of both. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Every day and night of your life, don't close your eyes or notice off to the signs and omens that the Gods and other people can send. They are everywhere, and if you know them, can give you immeasurable peace.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-74986856609046320122023-12-28T12:15:00.006-06:002024-02-01T19:38:02.609-06:00Tomb of Cerberus Set To Be 2023 Gem<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xgr-V4gkbkiqqGxGZwtpQdLSh0g-lVHa8sbeS_VuE_gdY9AHnRzaqTUxWv0M60K4QZ9KvFNmhjSovceYG00eM2rhAryQXgGMbaJWnFnZU1cAT8yUcU7oqaG64akL9tRaGALxzJRQs-RKhHRTyJxPWtJ3lltSuVyvr6f2psBYkQT-jz7wnZLi_DWIwjoV/s800/Cerberus-Blake.jpeg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="566" data-original-width="800" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xgr-V4gkbkiqqGxGZwtpQdLSh0g-lVHa8sbeS_VuE_gdY9AHnRzaqTUxWv0M60K4QZ9KvFNmhjSovceYG00eM2rhAryQXgGMbaJWnFnZU1cAT8yUcU7oqaG64akL9tRaGALxzJRQs-RKhHRTyJxPWtJ3lltSuVyvr6f2psBYkQT-jz7wnZLi_DWIwjoV/w200-h141/Cerberus-Blake.jpeg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This year near the historic City of Naples, there came to the surface of an archaeological dig a fascinating tomb of ancient Greek proportions. Like many great finds in history, though, they were not looking for anything ancient, unless you count the outdated water system that the Municipality of Giugliano had to undertake when they stumbled across the spectacle. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What's even more wonderful is that the tomb remained protected from vandals and grave robbers during its time hidden far underground, which means that all of its secrets, presumably, remain preserved, such as the beautiful artwork that still captures the human eyes, and several artifacts that were left on the wall shelves. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, there's nothing unusual about finding an ancient Greek tomb, but this one, perhaps as unique as the Tomb of Bellerophon in Asia Minor, possesses a notable depiction of Cerberus, the three headed dog of the Underworld, who keeps the dead in and the living out. He is the grandest guard that Haides has in the Kingdom of the Dead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The artwork of the tomb as well displays Cerberus being flanked by Hermes and Herakles (Hermes being an Underworld Psychopomp and Herakles being the Hero who captured the ferocious hound during His 12 Labors). Two centaurs also stand facing opposite of one another on the back wall, all together a wonderful testament to the religious, spiritual and mythological diversity of the ancient world, and the lives of the people who lived, loved and died in that world every day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The workers and archaeologists who brought it to light after 2,000 years were in a fanatic celebration, because not only do we now have an amazingly preserved ancient Greek tomb with wonderful artwork, but there might be an entire Necropolis (an ancient City Cemetery) surrounding it. It remains unknown, at this time, who occupies the tomb. But still, the amazing amount of history and information that could now be at our fingertips is invaluable.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The burial was far enough underground that no one was able to interfere with it, the people buried inside being forever at peace while Europe erupted in continuous chaos above their chambers. Their bodies were far removed from the upper world that would eventually hate them for their religious devotion, but today, perhaps it is fitting that widespread religious freedom and the restoration of ancient Hellas has made their return to the living world more likely and welcoming.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="https://www.euronews.com/culture/2023/10/10/2000-year-old-tomb-of-cerberus-with-stunning-frescoes-discovered-in-italy"><span style="color: red;">Source</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>And consider bookmarking my site by clicking on the star in the top right corner of the web bar.</b></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-87884922171566006102023-12-19T23:41:00.003-06:002024-02-01T19:38:23.428-06:00Life's Altar Blocks Are Always Drenched In Blood<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXabGiZcqc_8B6kn4b9Gyq-H6E-c2RhC0zTawP0vopBH75aB69nwvJ8G7DtQCHDYeeOJhTFb0C8Z50pYJY11n4pNlecMnELRj8OUHtKCq07V_6vCYIyLkdPF-K9HhEkQk0y3odH2Y6fGQhPFC8mjVii1BQYdDDwcGVthMc8SqHDSR-xbhDZK7N-1FyJh-/s960/74612460_2511046998975073_2709403663968763904_o.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="714" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXabGiZcqc_8B6kn4b9Gyq-H6E-c2RhC0zTawP0vopBH75aB69nwvJ8G7DtQCHDYeeOJhTFb0C8Z50pYJY11n4pNlecMnELRj8OUHtKCq07V_6vCYIyLkdPF-K9HhEkQk0y3odH2Y6fGQhPFC8mjVii1BQYdDDwcGVthMc8SqHDSR-xbhDZK7N-1FyJh-/s320/74612460_2511046998975073_2709403663968763904_o.jpg" width="238" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When people hear that word, sacrifice, especially in an ancient Greek or Pagan context, their first thoughts are the common forms of said practice, whether it be a sacrifice in terms of something of great value given to a God or Gods, or the ritual sacrifice of a prized animal such as livestock, to those Deities. Normally, we conjure up an image of the goat or lamb being laid upon the altar, or at least led up to it, and their throats cut open as prayers are cried out to the Higher Powers, and the blood of the victim drenches the ground. Then perhaps some wonderful libations follow. It might even end with a Seer inspecting the entrails for a sign or omen from above.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Generally speaking, sacrifices of this kind are to gain the attention of the Gods for reciprocity, but I also think that something the ancients understood, and that we should still realize to this day, is that there is no blessing that doesn't require a sacrifice. Everything we do in life, we have to give our best. Nothing comes easy or falls into our lap. Anything good or valuable you want out of life takes blood, sweat and tears, pain, hard work, and giving up certain things for others so that you can attain said goal. Sacrifice is what makes life itself move forward for everyone and everything. Just because it's not an animal's head on a blade, doesn't mean it's any less of a dedication and devotion, or a loss of something you might prize in order to hope for something more or better.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">People seem to make the concept of sacrifice into such a taboo topic, or at least, they certainly used to. But when I think about all of the things I have willingly given up over the last 14 years to be where I am now, it amounts to far more than a farm animal. In order to get my wife, son, a new home and a new life, I've had to go through over a decade of sacrificing everything I knew from my life prior, giving up my homeland and everything that might have been any inheritance, and enduring a thousand mile trip across the nation. I've had to give immeasurable time, energy and stress to raising a special needs child so that he could be the best man possible. I spent years doing everything I could, hard or easy, to finish my college degree, and finally have done it just this year. Not to mention periods that were stationary and, at times, seemed like they were never going to progress, which caused a lot of depression and anxiety issues. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But there's also an additional question you must ask yourself, <i>Is it all worth it? </i>I would say that, deep down, I always knew it was. With each sacrifice I made, hardship I endured, or obstacle I faced, the Gods put that vibrating spirit in my heart that always had the hope that, one day, it would all come to fruition. And so it has. Life, of course, is not over, and hopefully won't be for a great many years to come. As we continue to drive the chariot that the Gods have given us, there will be more bumps and broken axles, more potholes and perils, and more rainy days to accompany the sunny ones. Life is ever changing. More sacrifices, in whatever form, will probably be made. But again, sacrifice drives the chariot on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>And consider bookmarking my site by clicking on the star in the top right corner of the web bar.</b></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-6040002444563679192023-12-04T22:33:00.003-06:002023-12-04T22:35:42.460-06:00New Ways, Old Thinking, In Belvidere<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2mYFmQcN4rQJADH6wUxcKy1UUhxShsMKSWDgt-UXHR3JZMrFofBIHtjXh8jDvOQ2nhzZVOKzgW3Lbx-nFfuNYrQbVfRBxKVqh3mHuY50fkIK8Dl9-0S3IfGc9Gl0bseI-IUasKEJJ7XhKHoSEFUImiu6SXwM7Wpq0i42uiHrNS6PP-aIBjZxGof9P-0O/s2048/406922919_346705894753343_4102712883629860885_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit2mYFmQcN4rQJADH6wUxcKy1UUhxShsMKSWDgt-UXHR3JZMrFofBIHtjXh8jDvOQ2nhzZVOKzgW3Lbx-nFfuNYrQbVfRBxKVqh3mHuY50fkIK8Dl9-0S3IfGc9Gl0bseI-IUasKEJJ7XhKHoSEFUImiu6SXwM7Wpq0i42uiHrNS6PP-aIBjZxGof9P-0O/s320/406922919_346705894753343_4102712883629860885_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Northern Illinois has a plethora of very quaint and beautiful small municipalities. I've had the pleasure of living in several of them throughout my life in this State, such as Galena and Elizabeth. One of my favorites is Belvidere, a beautiful City with a vibrant atmosphere situated East of Cherry Valley. One of the most attractive things about these locations is the creative culture.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As I was driving through Belvidere today on an errand, I took notice to one of their community statues that you see in the picture, of heroic police and firemen protecting and helping the vulnerable child, and I could not help but note also the clothing on the statues (in this case, scarfs, which are a seasonal dress).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">As humans, we do a lot of things subconsciously, even from our distant past that seems to carry on through evolutionary timelines. In ancient Pagan times, it was not uncommon at all for citizens to clothe statues of their Gods and Heroes during certain festivals or times of year. In Greek culture, you have traditions like Panathenaia, and even if there wasn't a special occasion, one would not have considered it odd to see a Cult cleaning and robing their Cult Image at the beginning of the day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While the people of the City today may not interpret the act in the same way as ancient man, or even as a religious devotion, I think there's something in our soul that never goes away, that always, in some form, calls out to where we truly came from and where we can never truly separate ourselves. It goes back, I think, to what a Hellenic friend of mine told me a long time ago when we were talking about Greek Christians who still have statues of Greek Gods in their homes, businesses or restaurants. Simply, "It's in their blood."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-73553278502893116682023-11-27T21:44:00.007-06:002023-11-27T22:51:34.086-06:00The Ancient Chaotic Void Still Exists, But The Gods Fill It<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvgx1VLQctgwL3dZoGeY3IS_1sPtLW-kdoJbZEv4FbTgx7Xy9jrvOQLQeyZs76HsvIFdQUv-xnYUPvzay1xcBkz157s7tdxCr9kWzxOSE1AvMZX-K2rswsIenoyI48sOMQWHu_oYpLrtWiZaeJ_dQOSWILOgrcPf5eToSSp0qKlEXVprtTxvef8-2_3MW/s4154/IMG_20230622_104349442~4.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4154" data-original-width="1758" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyvgx1VLQctgwL3dZoGeY3IS_1sPtLW-kdoJbZEv4FbTgx7Xy9jrvOQLQeyZs76HsvIFdQUv-xnYUPvzay1xcBkz157s7tdxCr9kWzxOSE1AvMZX-K2rswsIenoyI48sOMQWHu_oYpLrtWiZaeJ_dQOSWILOgrcPf5eToSSp0qKlEXVprtTxvef8-2_3MW/s320/IMG_20230622_104349442~4.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The other night, my wife and I were watching one of our favorite TV series together, and one of the main characters was talking about his unwavering devotion to his religion. He faced so many persuasive opportunities for his own personal gratification, which he desperately longed for, but it was always on the condition that he betray his spiritual convictions, and that he would not do. He basically said that without Higher Powers, nothing else mattered. While the character was not the same religion as us, I could not disagree with his general conclusion.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>The ancient Greeks believed that the universe began as Chaos and a vast void, then after a long passing of time, Order came and the void was filled, and in that Order was life, in a nutshell. It's the creation of all that exists today according to the ancient Greeks.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That void was generally conquered by the Gods, but I think the battle between Gods and Chaos can sometimes find itself at a constant. Throughout Greek religion and myth, even though the Gods brought Order, there were still Heroes who had to kill or conquer many things that disrupted the common good of life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've said in the past, and meant it, that even if someone offered me a billion dollars on the condition that I renounce the Gods, I would not do it - nor would I even need time to think about it. Because I know that no matter how much material I have, without the Gods there would be a hole that could never again be filled in my life. If all you have is the mere physical, which eventually fades or goes just far enough to indulge the carnal, that won't be enough. Most of us need something eternal and undying. Over 60% of studies have shown that religious people are less depressed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I think that somewhere inside of us, and in the universe itself, there remains the threat of that vast void, and it will consume us if the Gods aren't there. No amount of money or mansions can conquer it. I'm not saying that financial success can't bring a substantial level of happiness, or any said success in the mortal world, but without the Gods, you're always going to feel a blackness or a bottomless pit inside you somewhere. There is something we long for that the mundane simply cannot satisfy. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-29386716720832842752023-11-02T14:44:00.005-05:002023-11-02T14:44:53.139-05:00The Heraklean Hope<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJqrdADO9wtKt7ATADc1vJKumHm-efGLBmreGGfwpBMk6R1MzTuA6hsFXrvNaVIUKZPhYMl9CBpV13x4kPaS6j3vIqSt5GjSmLzj6gADVAtayqjrMECOot9PH81AxETvxSAr3l1EC2flOkYnNlNZzpsirY9NDdTq-6hGzusfr7iQnYF2wZhRUny2n7GoQ/s1026/hercules.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="770" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJqrdADO9wtKt7ATADc1vJKumHm-efGLBmreGGfwpBMk6R1MzTuA6hsFXrvNaVIUKZPhYMl9CBpV13x4kPaS6j3vIqSt5GjSmLzj6gADVAtayqjrMECOot9PH81AxETvxSAr3l1EC2flOkYnNlNZzpsirY9NDdTq-6hGzusfr7iQnYF2wZhRUny2n7GoQ/w150-h200/hercules.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The story of Herakles, if we are to accept part of the myth as at least metaphor, has always realized one profound thing for me in my life as a Hellenist. That is, the ideal that there is nothing you cannot come back from, nothing which you cannot make amends for and be a better version of yourself.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In at least one version of the myth that we are today familiar with, Herakles, in a fit of rage, killed His entire family, meaning wife and children. Now we don't know if that was literal or a metaphor to describe the severity of an offense. We should also take into consideration the fact that Herakles was probably a military veteran who could have suffered from PTSD, and didn't hurt innocent people out of His own free will.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But not even the worst crime man could commit meant that He was beyond redemption. The 12 Labors were His opportunity. They were near impossible feats, extremely dangerous, and probably expected to kill Him at some point. But if able to succeed, all of Herakles' crimes would be pardoned. He reached this goal, and was not only exonerated, but made a God, Zeus' own son. In ancient Greek religion, Herakles is worshiped as both a Hero and a God, and is actually considered to be the God of Heroes themselves. Quite an elevation from where He began in life.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When looking at my own shortcomings and mistakes in life, I often think about this story, and say to myself, <i>What I have done isn't even remotely comparable. I know there's a way to put it all behind me. </i>The life, tragedy and triumph of Herakles is not merely mythology. It's an affirmation of hope for all of humankind. There is nothing you cannot come back from, nothing which the Gods are not willing to forgive you for. You need only pick up your sword and start marching. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Are you determined to kill the monsters? Do you desire to find the universal keys? Can you discover how to tame the wild beasts? And are you willing to even face death if it means you might survive free and accomplished? No matter what's in your past, if you wake up tomorrow and make yourself determined to fight any enemy, endure any pain, and face any fear to become a new person, the Gods will notice you.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge.</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-77238394843803788982023-08-07T12:11:00.005-05:002023-10-25T12:28:26.786-05:00GOP Senate Runner Wants To Wipe Out Pagans<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUh2gCuV18gpAwnFsLBaDIiWn1Hpvoih0EHz_tbmaJqTqnGvkp1liILnmmRMQp0U4FGHfBc7fOyLOM6uH8dhNHqE5fBsKUedsdLu91wmPHHysT-woMvbmBrdVI07KXwTtZC9AK3R9t1Y6Gge4RK9Y5s-kgt46bIleRzSRy1UlV5gCtBKieEMIQtez2TJJp/s700/Pagan-Persecution-jun-16.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="460" data-original-width="700" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUh2gCuV18gpAwnFsLBaDIiWn1Hpvoih0EHz_tbmaJqTqnGvkp1liILnmmRMQp0U4FGHfBc7fOyLOM6uH8dhNHqE5fBsKUedsdLu91wmPHHysT-woMvbmBrdVI07KXwTtZC9AK3R9t1Y6Gge4RK9Y5s-kgt46bIleRzSRy1UlV5gCtBKieEMIQtez2TJJp/s320/Pagan-Persecution-jun-16.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I would have thought that the religious ignorance and hate of 20 years ago vanished with simpletons like George Bush, but apparently that's not the case. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In 2022, Hung Cao was the republican nominee for the 10th Congressional District of Virginia. He lost to the democratic runner. However, he is now running against the Democratic Senator Tim Kaine in the same State. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">You'll probably remember Kaine as the Vice Presidential running mate for Hillary Clinton in 2016. Keep in mind, Kaine is a United States Senator, not a Congressman, so the seat that Cao is currently seeking would be higher than the one he just lost, although it's also probably true that Cao stands little chance of success.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">But in an interview this summer, Cao made a statement where he expressed extreme discontent with the fact that Christianity has significantly declined in America, and in addition, blamed namely Wiccans for taking over parts of California (America's most populous State), ending by saying that "we can't let that happen in Virginia."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">For one, neither Wicca or any religious minority has taken over any State or even any significant part of one. In California, Catholics currently make up the largest religious group, who are Christians. But hypothetically speaking, in any given place where Wiccans or Pagans have a large grouping, they have never posed any threat or advocacy against the religious freedom of Christians or any religious group.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">While this hate speech is being specifically directed toward Wiccans, it's a safe bet he would include all Pagans and Polytheists in the mix. For someone who is a historian, we all know this is the kind of rhetoric with which massive oppression and crimes against humanity start.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">There would, of course, be only one way that Cao could use the law to stop non-Christians from becoming significant, and that would be to find ways to attack their religious rights (persecution). </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">What's astounding to me is that he is also a decorated American veteran. I would expect more sense and decency from someone who has fought for freedom. Not to mention that being an ethnic minority himself should make him more aware of the propaganda and hate he's spreading. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Cao would say he believes in the Constitution and religious freedom, but this is untrue if he also believes the government can use its power to stop a religion from growing. The real truth is that Cao believes in freedom for people like himself, and he knows the end of Christian dominance in America is on the horizon.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In truth, I have feared this kind of day would come once Christianity realized it was on the road to losing absolute power. It is in the religion's history to use force against people who refuse to accept it. However, I suppose the good aspect of it is that we no longer live in a time where this kind of hate speech is ignored and not called out. People like him have lost the ability to keep things concealed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Chris Aldridge.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-32596713831149834942023-07-30T20:41:00.010-05:002023-10-25T12:28:30.241-05:00How A Hellenic Marriage Endured The Impossible<p><span style="font-family: Raleway;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9LeMCNDkMG3zfCP4PVvWR2_YLBEVWGhMAq-bwjH8P4nh4hAwWZnnm_lxuNWB1t9xPJ4hgjfqzBO86HJHxIO8hEymOV0k2xDQLD0d5ljw04dIOkKV-5eecIM8V1bXU1pIXDtZCmq51dHQSCJ6hqtbP0kCPrWh2AypvHS3o8cbWaRER0xqT3j76ZADW9BS/s720/577522_123060597828473_1287739148_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="537" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt9LeMCNDkMG3zfCP4PVvWR2_YLBEVWGhMAq-bwjH8P4nh4hAwWZnnm_lxuNWB1t9xPJ4hgjfqzBO86HJHxIO8hEymOV0k2xDQLD0d5ljw04dIOkKV-5eecIM8V1bXU1pIXDtZCmq51dHQSCJ6hqtbP0kCPrWh2AypvHS3o8cbWaRER0xqT3j76ZADW9BS/s320/577522_123060597828473_1287739148_n.jpg" width="239" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I certainly will never pass myself off as a licensed relationship counselor, but from my own relationship of the last 14 years, which was a Hellenic union and marriage, I know what creates strength and weakness, love and hate, union and dissolution.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I remember a long time ago a friend of mine, who wasn't a Hellenist or any religion as far as I knew, asked me to pray for her marriage, as it was on the verge of divorce. I said I'd ask Hera for help (Queen of heaven and the Goddess of marriage).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">A few days later, my friend told me that her relationship had miraculously improved. I haven't heard from her since, and I hope things are still going well, but the first point is that when you put Hera at the center of your union, it will never break.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Of course, it was first Aphrodite, Goddess of love and passion, who brought my wife and I together. Still to this day, after the better part of 20 years of being together, we still have just as much passion for one another.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The hard part, at the beginning of our relationship, was that neither of our families approved. They either felt one wasn't good enough for the other, or that it was something that was happening too fast and hasty. But sometimes, that's the way the universe works.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">So literally, we ran away together. We didn't care what others thought. She left her home, and I mine. We didn't look back either. For a short time, we were technically homeless until we managed to get into a hotel here and there, in which we stayed until our first apartment was finally secured.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">When you want to be with someone and the opportunity to change your life for the better is there, don't bother yourself with the opinions of other people. Listen to what the Gods and your heart tell you. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Some may be critical of spontaneous love, but I can verify that it is an indicator of the strongest kind. If you have to work to get someone to love you, it's just not meant to be. A natural connection does not require labor, nor can it ever be destroyed, just as energy itself cannot be.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">When we rented our first apartment together in High Point, North Carolina in the summer of 2009, we were so poor that I was astounded they even gave us one in the first place, and as nice as it was to add. We literally had nothing but our laptops, clothes to sit on, and an air mattress for sleep. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">But we were as happy as we could be, even though we didn't have any material. We didn't even have good jobs at the time. Nevertheless, we were delighted just to be with each other in our own place, away from everything and everyone else. Therefore, I'd say the second phase is finding someone who is willing to run away with and love you for you only.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Of course, finding someone who only wants you for you may not be that easy if you're rich or well off. In that case, I really can't give advice because I've never been rich. But what I <i>can</i> say is that someone who wants you when you're poor, won't leave you when you're rich. So if you want a lifelong partner, get one either when you're poor, or who doesn't know you're not.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">However, we could not have possibly guessed what was to come next, something that would change so many lives, including ours, forever; a severely premature baby. Even though Gryphon pulled through amazingly after being born at only 24 weeks, he still has issues he will have to work through throughout his life.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Why does this have such an impact on the marriage between my wife and I? Because over 80% of marriages with children with disabilities end in divorce or separation. Ours never did. That's not to say it hasn't had its difficult times, but the hardships uniquely made us stronger together.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">When Gods like Zeus, Athena, Artemis and Apollon are part of your life, you realize that you have a duty and an obligation to others, no matter how difficult things may become at times. It was mine to love my wife and be there for my son, because I had assisted in bringing this union together and creating our child. My personal feelings and stresses are irrelevant when it comes to duty.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In short, Hellenism instills in you honor. Honor is the most important of all virtues, because without it, there is nothing you won't do under the right circumstances. Honor puts the personal to the side and brings to the top what is simply right and what is simply wrong. Would it have been much easier to leave my marriage? Quite possibly. But easy isn't always right, nor does it always make you better.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Additionally, the more you experience hardships and trials together, the more love and strength your connection will have. Don't run or recoil from challenges if they come. Instead invoke the Gods, take each other's hand, and push through them. Whatever you do, never see one another as the enemy or the reason for your troubles. You are in it together. Your partnership is supposed to help you manage things better. Use it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Life is not easy. It's a full time job, full of stress, health and financial issues, and sometimes even legal concerns. But I tell you truly, the Gods and your love will bring you through all of it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">One might say, "Yes, but why bother? If it's been that hard a significant amount of the time, wouldn't it be better to just not go through it?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The answer is, if you never want to change for the better and you don't want to get the most out of a relationship, then no, it's not worth your time. Otherwise, it's worth every step. You'll notice progress for the better, just as we have. Things have always improved slowly but surely. We are a world better off now than when we first met. It's not even a close comparison. For two reasons; the Gods and the refusal to give up.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Chris Aldridge.</span></div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-30307351650188788462023-07-07T12:48:00.000-05:002023-07-07T12:48:21.774-05:00Difference Between A Sacrifice and An Offering<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6Wf9RK6xYdtQeBDj-8Qp5GyoLknQAEYVNy80QGUupck40IAu6faOkMF10yEUHv3jyUulz8KIhlXPQum6O4NHMTVGFexZAlmWfVxtsL2Bqf6SuZYGS4_X1JI3jdSSyr0W0oA9HqxyHxgj3z9BWgayDIT8DJsPAAPZvXPCLreQlCtkeHOalK4PD0beMkUg/s1632/123769918_3416019275144503_4412073454123069374_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1632" data-original-width="1224" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6Wf9RK6xYdtQeBDj-8Qp5GyoLknQAEYVNy80QGUupck40IAu6faOkMF10yEUHv3jyUulz8KIhlXPQum6O4NHMTVGFexZAlmWfVxtsL2Bqf6SuZYGS4_X1JI3jdSSyr0W0oA9HqxyHxgj3z9BWgayDIT8DJsPAAPZvXPCLreQlCtkeHOalK4PD0beMkUg/s320/123769918_3416019275144503_4412073454123069374_o.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><div style="text-align: justify;">In Hellenism and contemporary Pagan and Polytheism, we are familiar with the terms sacrifice and offering. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some people use them interchangeably, and I suppose on the surface it's not really a big deal, as some consider sacrifice to be <i>anything</i> made scared, but I think it's worth discussing that the two are not historically the same thing generally speaking.</div></span><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">A sacrifice is normally something of exceptional cost or worth to you, that you give up to the Gods, and in so doing, make sacred. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In ancient Greek times, this would have encompassed livestock a lot, because they met the above criteria. Giving up sheep, goats, and cattle was, or could be, very costly to the livelihood of the average person.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Yet that willingness to still risk the loss in order to show love, admiration, and request favor from, the Gods, is what made it a sacrifice and a sacred act. The willingness to go long was believed to have grabbed the Gods' attention more.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Today, of course, it doesn't have to pertain to livestock because most people don't live that kind of life anymore. Now our costly sacrifices would be things like money, valuable properties, and our physical time and labor. Even large portions of food and drink, things that take a lot of effort to put together, would be sacrificial.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">An offering, however, is a general gift, such as a votive statue, libation, a valuable, or some appropriate foods. They are things that are more readily available and not as costly; easy for pretty much anyone to obtain.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">If I give a fresh bar of soap to Aphrodite for Her baths, a libation of olive oil for Athena, or burn incense to Zeus, those would be offerings. This is a bit contradictory to me, because I have normally called all of my burned offerings sacrifices, but to be more accurate, I should use the term offering: <i>my burned offering.</i></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Then again, if it were a huge portion of incense, it may be able to be called sacrifice, but that would take an almost comical pile. Not something normally done. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Often these days, I find myself paying more attention to how I term things, especially publicly. In many cases, I felt the term offering had been used in the religious communities almost to the point of being cliche or monotonous, so I didn't really like using it a lot.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">But as a Reconstructionist Hellenist, I find myself more and more concerned with historical accuracy and appropriate piety on a regular basis. It's a lifelong learning experience. Do I think the Gods are petty and care about which term you use? Absolutely not. But the properness sets the human mind correctly. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the Goodness of the Gods, I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Chris Aldridge.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-10479468183825287272023-07-05T11:39:00.002-05:002023-10-25T12:28:32.349-05:00In Another Solar System, Would I Still Call Him Helios?<span style="font-family: Raleway;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD0LmbMVA7LWKU1TNDWh895vuT9IEcAZJUxMi2kq9BcqnoFxWOJY5PPdpaOBku5-tzX8SmmO6zXYLNln59lrWzPPtOQ00HQ_3dNcO8RTzWTkNrpHq4cF7f5rJ6SILqDvPOl4riLutTYR_rSnxpuFv8KyZ6aCTX0-o418_qXfHFGMx7_i6ztUTtjvPHpG-/s958/13488928811745.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="931" data-original-width="958" height="194" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKD0LmbMVA7LWKU1TNDWh895vuT9IEcAZJUxMi2kq9BcqnoFxWOJY5PPdpaOBku5-tzX8SmmO6zXYLNln59lrWzPPtOQ00HQ_3dNcO8RTzWTkNrpHq4cF7f5rJ6SILqDvPOl4riLutTYR_rSnxpuFv8KyZ6aCTX0-o418_qXfHFGMx7_i6ztUTtjvPHpG-/w200-h194/13488928811745.png" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The Sun is a God to ancient Greeks; they called Him Helios. Hence the terms mainstream still uses today that are named after Him, such as Heliocentrism and Heliotropium. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Really, anything centered around the Sun could begin its term with Helio.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To Hellenists like me, Helios and Apollon are not the same Gods. I see Apollon as God of the sun and light, and Helios as the Sun itself. Perhaps I will be considered the one to have coined the term "Extreme Polytheism" as a theological worldview.</div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Without the Sun, life would not exist. Not to mention that the Sun can actually cure humans of illnesses. </span><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The Sun obviously has a consciousness because it can intentionally move things from one place to another, or in and out of human beings. Put babies in this Divine light, and it will save them from jaundice. Stand in it on a daily basis, it will fight your depression.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">But wait, can't it also give you skin cancer? Yes, it can, because within a God is also the power to destroy. Although most people are not harmed by an appropriate amount of sunlight. Quite the contrary, they are given life. Perfection is not needed in order to understand that the Sun gives far more benefits than disadvantages. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">It's no wonder that, for countless time periods, the Sun was worshiped across cultures as a God, because it is. Some historians and scholars still argue to this day that even Jesus is a sun god. But that is neither here nor there in this particular post.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Unlike the ancient Greeks, we today know that our Sun is not the only one out there. I suppose it's certainly possible that some Greek thinkers and scientists could have theorized such a reality as well, but not that there are 200 billion galaxies, and those are probably just the ones that we know of. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">There are, in fact, suns out there all over, some far larger than our own. So if I were on another planet far outside the Milky Way, and there was a bright and wonderful Sun overhead like, or similar to, the one back home, what would I call it? The answer is still Helios.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Why? Because the power of Helios, like the power of all Gods, is not caged into a single body. That's why many of the myths show the Gods changing forms, and even changing the forms of the universe around them, at their whim. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">And for that matter, how do we know that every Sun <i>isn't </i>Helios? What if they are all His body or part of it?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Helios, at least in part, is a universal consciousness. For humans, the mysteries of the Gods dictate that we will never have perfect knowledge or even understanding of all things. Like I commonly tell people; I cannot tell you everything about the Greek Gods, but what I can tell you for certain is that they are real, because they've saved my family more than once.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Pick a nice summer sunset to sit and just look at Helios out there on the horizon, and think about the fact that the same Sun looked upon the dinosaurs, has watched over your entire life, and presided over all Eras and Ages in-between. And that's just the mystery and eternity of <i>one</i> of the Divinities. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Chris Aldridge.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-66840811543496015302023-07-02T15:12:00.001-05:002023-07-04T09:55:47.659-05:00Pendants From Greece Hold More Natural Power<p><span style="font-family: Raleway;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYD5gbRbNQibYRg7VblV3GrdIrIjZFmmoY9DmOXkVDkoadlBnRdbCQIKu1pBOitrQ3BX17sxspQBHO8r6ALebDvMYr-5Dx3a2ZiMWTW9jwzqEpN3Zc4Tc0q5GphNUACaKSy2Nj8MIiuK1JJnomzJ8lu3wp-2H9cGFKYf4zO4jzlx_RglE9vYoCwqoifOg/s2608/IMG_20230702_143611964~2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2608" data-original-width="2521" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvYD5gbRbNQibYRg7VblV3GrdIrIjZFmmoY9DmOXkVDkoadlBnRdbCQIKu1pBOitrQ3BX17sxspQBHO8r6ALebDvMYr-5Dx3a2ZiMWTW9jwzqEpN3Zc4Tc0q5GphNUACaKSy2Nj8MIiuK1JJnomzJ8lu3wp-2H9cGFKYf4zO4jzlx_RglE9vYoCwqoifOg/w193-h200/IMG_20230702_143611964~2.jpg" width="193" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the modern Greek Polytheistic community, some people may not be too explorative about jewelry or necklaces, even if they are religious. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In fact, with the exception of my own works, I haven't read a book on the topic that really puts any significance on it. I'm not being critical; it's just an observation.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">But I am most certainly someone who loves anything I can carry with me that reminds me of, or connects me with, the Gods and Heroes, especially when its a remake of what once existed.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the picture above, you can see my own that I recently purchased from Greece herself, Athens specifically. The coin is a replica of the Athena Tetradrachm, meaning it was worth the value of four drachmas in the ancient world, eventually working its way up to a standard form of currency. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The silver mines were located probably in Laurium in the Athenian countryside. This particular coin originally came into being in the late 6th Century BCE. More importantly, the coin is a direct connection to Athena, not just by Her frontal image, but by the AOE on the back, </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">AOE means Alpha, Theta, and Epsilon, or Of The Athenians. The coin embodies all that is Athena and Athens (the Goddess and Her beloved City).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">After I received the pendant, I put a chain on it to wear around my neck during the day, not really giving it that much thought. I didn't even try to put any energy or blessings onto it myself. It was intended for purely cosmetic purposes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">But I noticed that when I wrap my hand around and just hold it, Athena's amazing presence comes over and calms me, no matter how frustrated, angry, sad or hopeless I may be feeling at the time. It's like a cure-all for the mind and emotions.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The only thing I can figure, as to the pendant's natural power, is that it is directly from the land of Athena Herself, and carries on that ancient connection that has existed for thousands of years. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Not even pendants that I have bought of Athena in America and placed blessings upon have had this kind of natural, never-ending spiritual strength. And of course, when you have a pendant with this kind of natural power, adding prayers, hymns or other spiritual significance along with it will only strengthen it further for you, and perhaps others as well. </span></div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would definitely recommend to anyone wanting Hellenic jewelry for religious purpose, to consider Greek sellers. There is just a charm that you cannot get anywhere else.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Chris Aldridge. </div></span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-60086611858031999062023-06-28T15:09:00.004-05:002024-03-15T11:38:06.145-05:00Humans Aren't Gods, and Pagan Groups Need To Stop Telling People They Are<span style="font-family: Raleway;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVcDPgW4gtsh42CvGq90-vQvCN5ItcHgZqgxKoFRG_On6s_XjiJKPGpTNHqqg_-WEOEDXa4YtDtCF1B_FjXGmWG2DfDXSdjUYBxiPnsZfpfydZCZ3EptnAomaKNFgUpxG-_K2vLGIWWgoWyxjIQNeGEN4aXBgJB47CWcDEureTuZAcNSZgK4AfPwXONyT/s599/daedalus-icarus-fitting-wings.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="440" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFVcDPgW4gtsh42CvGq90-vQvCN5ItcHgZqgxKoFRG_On6s_XjiJKPGpTNHqqg_-WEOEDXa4YtDtCF1B_FjXGmWG2DfDXSdjUYBxiPnsZfpfydZCZ3EptnAomaKNFgUpxG-_K2vLGIWWgoWyxjIQNeGEN4aXBgJB47CWcDEureTuZAcNSZgK4AfPwXONyT/s320/daedalus-icarus-fitting-wings.jpg" width="235" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Many people come to Paganism out of a longing for the old Gods, to find community where they otherwise would not, and to reach their own unique sense of purpose and achievement. Most people find the Gods, their purpose, and equally important, themselves. These are all fantastic things. </div></span><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><div style="text-align: justify;">But perhaps in an attempt to raise people above the levels they came from, or out of delusions of grandeur, or perhaps even out of actual belief, there are Pagan systems that tell people they are Gods, equal to Gods, work with Gods, and are the same as Gods. </div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Whenever I hear someone say they are a God, or that some other person is a God, if prompted I always say, "Oh, yeah? Make it rain." I don't respond this way to be a jerk, but to wake them up to an important reality that can become dangerous to neglect.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Our religious and social ancestors had no problem with worship or religion. In fact, to the Greeks, there was no word for religion because life <i>was</i> religious. They were not Christians nor Abrahamic, and yet, they still realized that their Gods were greater than themselves. They still prayed, worshiped and sacrificed to them because they held status, power and wisdom far above their own.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Humans are not the same or equal to the Gods. If we were, we would not be called humans. We do not take their places nor work with them, because we are not on the same levels at all. We are mortal, we hurt, we bleed, and we die. Gods do not. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The idea that Pagans did not worship is simply incorrect at best, and a lie at worst. However, it did not mean they saw themselves as degenerates. Quite the contrary, they could be Heroic to the point of eternal glory. Simply put, the Gods had their place and mankind had theirs. Nothing deplorable about any of it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">There are many reasons humans should not consider themselves Gods, but here are the core ones to my mind.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">1. Humans simply aren't. Truth has a place in human life.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">2. It gives a false sense of achievement; people don't have to do anything else in life.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">3. It can create dangerous self-righteous authority over other people and things.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">4. Self-harm can follow from thinking you're something you're not.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">5. To not give the Gods their proper place is an affront to the sacredness of Divinity.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">It does not matter how big, strong or successful you are, you are not a God. But you also don't have to be. Who in the world ever thought or assumed that human beings couldn't be great as a human? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Ikaros was, mythologically, among the first two men to achieve flight. That in itself was greatness. But because Ikaros failed to understand his proper place and tried to soar higher than a mortal should, he fell and drowned. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">It was not that he didn't reach greatness, but that he didn't acknowledge what greatness was for a man. He had achieved all a man could, filling his cup of glory to the top, if only he hadn't tried to make it hold more than it naturally could.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Imagine it. He could have brought the knowledge of flight to mankind, made himself rich, loved and admired for eternity. There would have been nothing inglorious about his life. If only he had understood the difference between Gods and men. In the picture above of Ikaros, notice to the left that Athena has Her back turned to him. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">"Didn't some of the Heroes become Gods after death?" Yes, but it was after they had transcended the physical realm, and many of the Heroes were part Divine to begin with. And not all Ascended people are Gods either. They are more powerful than physical humans, but still not Deities. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In closing, I will say that when it comes down to personal belief, should others really concern themselves with that? I'd say normally not. If someone believes they are Superman, who cares? But if they put on the costume and go to jump off a building, should we as a community tell them that they are indeed Superman and to go ahead? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Chris Aldridge.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-63442991205766064052023-06-26T10:30:00.003-05:002023-10-25T12:28:34.433-05:00Why Live On? The Gods Give Us Plenty of Reasons<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNr9oW7AX7-tlPjQF2uXgd3SIPTvr65E7YSsmv-9J_JSfnzVcvq-li44w3ow-7L6xbp-NEV4kqruVxRsbXbdxcYxBN2ZZdLl2G5EdImxCniNs0VYnmx7LWeuhbhDgRgy8080jCCvMSLpzMDnmHjTT7elVNtD8CXOCOYLk5SrFy2EtMFsCN0Cyye48fxrl/s1920/291538804_10159329651518621_4928560280233850478_n.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1275" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJNr9oW7AX7-tlPjQF2uXgd3SIPTvr65E7YSsmv-9J_JSfnzVcvq-li44w3ow-7L6xbp-NEV4kqruVxRsbXbdxcYxBN2ZZdLl2G5EdImxCniNs0VYnmx7LWeuhbhDgRgy8080jCCvMSLpzMDnmHjTT7elVNtD8CXOCOYLk5SrFy2EtMFsCN0Cyye48fxrl/s320/291538804_10159329651518621_4928560280233850478_n.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">God almighty Zeus, I normally say, when I look at how depressed, anxious, angry and fearful people are in my time. <br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Certainly, even the most positive among us have hard times, even if in a smaller measure. But when I see how hopeless and even suicidal my fellow human is, I can't help but ask, why?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Statistically, people are more fraught and unhappy than ever before in human history, which makes no sense on the surface because we have it better than any other time preceding us.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Our ancestors of 1,000 or even 100 years ago did not even have the vaccines we do today, to say nothing of readily available clean food and water, education, clothing, housing, entertainment, freedom and protection. Yet we would be led to believe they were happier than us. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">It's true that we are also probably more overworked and underpaid than they were at times, but even so, I find it so lamentable and disheartening when I hear people talk about giving up, saying things like, "Why live on? What's the point?" My friends, the Gods give us plenty of reasons.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><span><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><span>When I say they give us plenty of reasons, I don't mean they write out a list and directly hand it over to each individual. I mean to say that the Gods and the world, being wonderful and joyful to delight in, beget life. The Gods <i>are </i>life. The world <i>is </i>a reason. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><span> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The Gods gave you a body to perfect, not destroy. They gave you a day to seize, not sleep through. They gave you women and men to love, not neglect. <i>You </i>are part of the reason to live on. If you do your best every day, if you become as successful as you can, and if you get yourself strong, healthy and focused, you'll find purpose.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In some of Greek myth, you find that one of the purposes of humans is to please the Gods. If you're not doing your best each day, you're not pleasing the Gods. That may sound selfish, but let me explain more.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The Heroes became Heroes because they refused to accept failure, to settle, to sit at the bottom of the mountain instead of climbing it. And the laziness is why most people never became Heroes either.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">It's going to get hard, it's going to hurt, it's going to anger you, and there's going to be times when it gets hopeless; keep your eyes forward. You don't think it's hard for me to work, write and practice martial arts every day? If you spend your life only doing what's easy, you'll see no reason to live on.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Chris Aldridge. <br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-50239117318689885402023-06-20T20:35:00.006-05:002024-01-11T15:05:47.592-06:00Soul's Journey: Ancient Greek Afterlife from Start to Finish<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Raleway;">"Not a man alive can send me to Haides until it's my time, and when it </span><span style="font-family: Raleway;">is </span><span style="font-family: Raleway;">my time, be I brave or coward, nothing can stop it." - Homer.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVrAEPl1VIHq88H281OaVOpUKf52LGAcj-ZQv5bf6LUgB8yplCQQh1kRCYUVHPJ3iXTfL1fmyAHCWi629UKwx6VCbsruhnudcoZPXGPZDv8S9kohkPWCeZp4zmTazZ9bO1_WO1_9ljBwmuRDjkrmwhm6nqhMNUeKOVU4bVMNxEFyPnEOLcl2FCMgZbA/s440/125183362_3431175686962195_8491818875331901329_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="440" data-original-width="300" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitVrAEPl1VIHq88H281OaVOpUKf52LGAcj-ZQv5bf6LUgB8yplCQQh1kRCYUVHPJ3iXTfL1fmyAHCWi629UKwx6VCbsruhnudcoZPXGPZDv8S9kohkPWCeZp4zmTazZ9bO1_WO1_9ljBwmuRDjkrmwhm6nqhMNUeKOVU4bVMNxEFyPnEOLcl2FCMgZbA/s320/125183362_3431175686962195_8491818875331901329_n.jpg" width="218" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">During my life as a Hellenist, I have more than once happened upon questions concerning the ancient Greek afterlife. What is it? Why would you want to go there? What happens? What are your goals? The curiosity and desire for possible knowledge never ends, and deservedly so. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Especially in our time, it's only natural that people be exceptionally wonderous, for not much has been seriously written or thought about on the topic in over 2,000 years, certainly not in a serious religious context. Nevertheless, belief in the old Gods continues to rise and death impacts us all, from the passing of people we know and love to the realization that we will one day join them.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I intended to answer all of those questions and more. Although the interesting factor is that the afterlife is not the primary focus in Hellenism. We believe in an elaborate world full of possibilities, and yet, the beyond is not our primary target. It's also very relevant to say that not all Hellenists believe the same things about it. There is no holy book.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Using my own worldviews along with Greek myth and religion from times forgotten, I will attempt to paint the most vivid depictions possible, from the last breath to the final destination, if there indeed is one.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>Section 1: Get Some Coin!</u></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKWt8j2F_KXp7HNFPqqyu5-546Pzy_Ew80EeBvAXml9sCi1ky0cN-_A4SpltBry22-N1Gbco4MThsZfqX9z3X742ep4ngaZjNKb0YJXxV0fFT6DYlyAOwwoP3AB8wYlBrxEwdNtnJ1J-YkxENazosuk0KXGHGd4HtJH_A6YwRMMNOmQa8FkJdlVS0Qg/s800/Otto_Brausewetter_Die_Barke_des_Charon.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="385" data-original-width="800" height="154" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKWt8j2F_KXp7HNFPqqyu5-546Pzy_Ew80EeBvAXml9sCi1ky0cN-_A4SpltBry22-N1Gbco4MThsZfqX9z3X742ep4ngaZjNKb0YJXxV0fFT6DYlyAOwwoP3AB8wYlBrxEwdNtnJ1J-YkxENazosuk0KXGHGd4HtJH_A6YwRMMNOmQa8FkJdlVS0Qg/s320/Otto_Brausewetter_Die_Barke_des_Charon.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Bad news! Or maybe good depending on how you see it. You're about to take your last breath. Thanatos, the Spirit of death, is here. Hopefully, you're also being visited by Makaria, the Spirit of blessed death. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But before now, did you ever stop to wonder what it's like to stop existing in your current form? What it's like to go to sleep for decades, only this time, to never wake again?</div></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Some indeed are terrified at the mere thought. Bad news certainly, although Plato said that death isn't the worst thing that can happen to a man. The truth is that you're not dead, your body is. Death is not the ultimate end but a transition. It may, therefore, be inaccurate to call it the afterlife because life does not cease, it simply changes.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Take the air in one last time, then exhale. Your whole life flashes before you, then you blackout. All physicality has ceased. Your current life is over.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Since most people today are not Hellenists, I hope you left instructions. Your body, being dead, is now considered a pollutant upon the living, and anyone who comes into contact with it will need to later cleanse themselves with sulfur to purify their own body and life. Although in today's time, the undertaker will probably bear most of the burden.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">At your funeral, coin of proper value will have to be placed with your body. Why? Because soon, in the spiritual world where you now stand, you will meet Charon the boatman, and you'll need that transcendental payment for him to boat you across the rivers, but more on that a bit later.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The good news about the money is that the exchange rate from ancient to modern time is very affordable for even the poorest of people. One coin, or obol, would be placed in the mouth of the body. Today, that value would be 10 USD. There are very rare $10 coins that can be purchased through the US mint, but it would be very costly and not arrive in time. However, paper dollars can be exactly exchanged for gold coin dollars at most banks. All 10 can be placed in the mouth, which would be the traditional method.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Why the mouth? It must have been believed that the mouth was the place from which the soul emanated, because part of the coin practice was to seal off the entrance the soul could use to return to this world. It makes sense. The mouth is where the very breath of life comes from. It was time for the soul to pass on and therefore had to be directed into the next realm. And so what better way to make sure the soul can retrieve the ferryman's fee?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I have also heard of coins being placed over the eyes or in the hand of the body, but I think that's more modern than ancient.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>Coin Practice Continues Today!</u></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Leaving coins for the dead has, in fact, never left the human condition. If you take a stroll through a large graveyard or cemetery, you may see a tombstone or marker with a variety of coins on it, especially if the deceased was military. The love of War Heroes is very ancient Greek. Heroism on the battlefield also wasn't only reserved for Kings and Generals. All of the Homeric warriors are Heroes, and a City or Locality in the ancient Greek world might even worship a soldier as a Hero if they came from, and died in service of, that City.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Coins left today on graves normally have several meanings depending on the value of the currency, usually having something to do with the visitor's relation to the dead person.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>The Funeral</u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">According to ancient Greek customs, your body must go through proper funerary rites. It must be washed and dressed in clean clothing or garments, something that, again, the undertaker would handle today. However, a female member of your family must anoint the body with olive oil.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><i>"I anoint you in the good name of Hermes, the Guide of Souls, and for Haides, Receiver of the Dead."</i></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Believe it or not, much of the same funerary customs in ancient Greece are still observed today in the West. All those years you may have spent as a Christian, not knowing you were performing Greek Polytheistic rites during the funerals of your friends or family.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The cleaning, dressing and laying out of the body for viewing with the feet facing the door and the head resting on a pillow, the area decked with funerary decorations, memorabilia, and emblems of mourning such as wreaths and flowers, the recitation of songs and prayers, accompanying the deceased to their final resting place, and even the feast or reception after, all originated from ancient Hellas. </span><span style="font-family: Raleway;">A laurel wreath should also be placed upon your chest. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">However, if it is <i>all</i> ancient Greek custom, your body will not be buried until nightfall, at which time you would have the pall bearers and a procession that includes friends and family. At the gravesite or cremation location, a final funerary speech would be given, hopefully in good praise of you.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The end comes when you are lowered into the ground or set ablaze in cremation. The only thing that will remain of your old self above ground is the tombstone or marker, although you are never completely separated from the living. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In Greek belief, your grave is a direct link to you in the Underworld or afterlife, and libations can be poured down to you from that very spot. In fact, at the funeral, a declaration is recited to make your memory last forever, and then libations of water, olive oil, milk and honey are made, one for each declaration, then the vessels are broken onto the ground as the pourers turn away from the deceased.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Ideally, your friends and family will maintain religious honors for you each year. But that's their job. Yours is now to start your journey through the Underworld.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>On The River Bank</u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The River Styx waits for you to cross it. While you stand upon the shore, think of all who have passed here before you, and even Achilles Himself who was dipped into the water as an infant. But why water or a river? How does this manifest into a reality of life after death? Simply put, water is not only the element of spirituality, but the eternal, recycling element of life through which all life must travel. Hermes Himself led you to the entrance where the river starts. Now you wait.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The Styx (Hate) in particular stands as a border between the world above and below, or rather, the living and dead. When Charon approaches you in his boat, you will hand over the 10 gold coins that were left with you by friends or family. You can now board and begin your journey, but don't expect to see all rainbows along the way.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">If you do not have the coin to pay Charon, there's bad news. You will not be able to board, and you'll have to wait on the shores for 100 years. But if that is indeed the case, look at it this way, you'll have lots of company especially in today's time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">We might modernly interpret this to mean that those who do not cross with Charon, for whatever reason, remain ghosts. In fact, even Plato talked about the phantoms that haunted the tombs and cemeteries around his area in the Dialogue of Phaedo. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The Underworld is divided by 4 other rivers. These are Akheron (Woe), Kokytus (Wailing), Phlegethon (Fire), and Lethe (Forgetfulness). All of the rivers have something that links them with death. The hate people have for death and dying, the woe and wailing that comes from everyone effected, the fire that destroys and purifies the dead and the living, and the forgetfulness that the soul goes through to forget its previous incarnation or mortal life (perhaps this explains why reincarnated people cannot readily recall their past lives).</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>Judges of the Underworld</u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">You probably thought you'd be meeting Haides Himself here, but no. He's very Supreme and has lots of lower officers, if you will, to handle the duties necessary; people He can trust and who lived greatly enough to be able to adequately judge the deeds of men. You will eventually face the 3 Judges of the Underworld. They are Minos, Rhadamanthys, and Aiakos. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">These 3 Judges are also given access to different parts of the afterlife or Underworld. Haides entrusts His very keys to Aiakos. Rhadamanthys will be the one deciding if you get Elysion or not (some may consider Elysion to be the same as the Isle of the Blessed). And Minos who normally gets the last vote. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The very interesting thing about Minos as a Judge of the Underworld is that we don't actually know who he is. Many automatically connect him with the Minos of Theseus, but historians now think that Minos was a dynastic title, not something reserved for only one person. The Minos of the Underworld is therefore technically not identified. Very fascinating and also a little unsettling, to my mind any way.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>Where Will You Go?</u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">With 3 Judges, it may not be outlandish to connect them with 3 commonly known realms of the afterlife. If you were a virtuous and pious person, Elysion is your reward, which is basically the ancient Greek version of heaven. It is nothing but an eternity of peace, beauty and bliss. If you were exceptionally bad, Tartaros will likely be your destination, which is the ancient Greek version of punishment and torment (although, as you will see, it's not eternal). Finally, someone who has been neither good or evil may find themselves a resident of the Underworld or reincarnation.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprdyiRFKrJysh4SnrLDsSzy5KROMou1WrSDuXR79o7v4cdFGe_bbaweQCFpqHOZzsUa6rzEF6yJDicuLQ-8dHj7nfgFBH__-6CiAHpzCUItqZYlywys3IOyu8gMt4sj_1ZUqZawZ_zFF_sf-NFzrskucOVs0Ov5E1ZPamb3kioWHcxvCjfp6WLx-zHT5R/s599/Plato_Pio-Clemetino_Inv305.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="599" data-original-width="395" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprdyiRFKrJysh4SnrLDsSzy5KROMou1WrSDuXR79o7v4cdFGe_bbaweQCFpqHOZzsUa6rzEF6yJDicuLQ-8dHj7nfgFBH__-6CiAHpzCUItqZYlywys3IOyu8gMt4sj_1ZUqZawZ_zFF_sf-NFzrskucOVs0Ov5E1ZPamb3kioWHcxvCjfp6WLx-zHT5R/w132-h200/Plato_Pio-Clemetino_Inv305.jpg" width="132" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>Er Tells All!</u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Toward the end of the 10th Book of Plato's Republic, the philosopher describes a man named Er, who had a near death experience, but returned to tell of the amazing parts of the afterlife he had experienced. It is truly a fascinating account, but also very lengthy, so I will do my best to sum it up adequately. <br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Er was a solider who fell on the battlefield, but unlike his comrades, he was not completely dead. He recovered, but during the penetration of the other side, he was told that he was to return to the physical world and tell people what he had witnessed.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">He described people coming down from heaven and up from the earth, the ones from below being unpurified and the ones from above being holy. The two classes talked with each other about both places, the earthly wanting desperately to reach heavenly, but could not because, presumably, they were still on their journeys below to make up for the injustices they had inflicted on others during their life, each injustice having to be repaid 10 times over.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Er then describes the fate of the most wicked of people, Tartaros. They, he said, had not paid a sufficient penalty and thus heaven rejected them as they tried to go upwards. They were bound by their hands and feet, lacerated, and dragged to the entrance where they would be thrown into the bowels of the gloom. But Er also gives the impression that even if someone is sentenced to punishment, they can ascend after they have served their time.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Er now talks about the many facets of "the light and whorl" which hold all things together in many manifestations, and the souls of the many reaching it over all of heaven and earth. And that among these things, people are given new lives to return to, not always human lives either. Once all was decided, they were immediately launched up into their new births. In other words, Er not only saw people in the bliss of heaven and the atonement of below, but also in reincarnation. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Of course, keep in mind, this is a very, very brief description; one needs to read the account completely to grasp the true amazement of it all. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>Conclusion</u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I cannot say for certain what your journey will be, nor mine, when the time comes. But what seems to be a consensus is that whether your next life will be happy, hateful or neutral, or what you may have to go through to get to the life you want, depends on how you have chosen to live the life you're presently in. Keep this in mind always, before every decision, before every action, before every word. Live a pious and virtuous life.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">What're my goals? I'd say to reach peace and happiness. That may take a very long time, but that's where I'm headed, friends. </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the Goodness of the Gods,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Chris Aldridge.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u>Sources</u></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><u><br /></u></span></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Adkins, Lesley and Adkins, A. Roy, <i>Handbook To Life In Ancient Greece, </i>Oxford University Press, New York, 1997.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Hellenic Council YSEE of America, <i>Hellenic Ethnic Religion: Theology and Practice, </i>New York, 2018.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Cooper M. John, <i>Plato Complete Works, </i>Hackett Publishing, Indianapolis, Indiana, 1997.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7512292978392704405.post-24166230667473724312023-06-13T09:03:00.007-05:002023-10-25T09:22:45.277-05:00Mythology/Theology: To The Greeks, There Was A Difference<p><span style="font-family: Raleway;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7PY_bXEYbW5UeBU5fMxk7BR9X-_GDNj4-SfjSN1A-tfoXsAhbLTLJqQMVxU5J19VxS-e6HuL2Cb93ueavQotjtwDNHrm_i_qmPWOvc5mDAFQ3Hzcd97TXTiJKXU6p2KmPbt4eM271Bonxsn5_tPjr6fpN5Mmgb2iOrEGCR9bXRFS0mPQPAeTQf86EQ/s970/NB%202.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="800" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG7PY_bXEYbW5UeBU5fMxk7BR9X-_GDNj4-SfjSN1A-tfoXsAhbLTLJqQMVxU5J19VxS-e6HuL2Cb93ueavQotjtwDNHrm_i_qmPWOvc5mDAFQ3Hzcd97TXTiJKXU6p2KmPbt4eM271Bonxsn5_tPjr6fpN5Mmgb2iOrEGCR9bXRFS0mPQPAeTQf86EQ/s320/NB%202.jpg" width="264" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">If you've been a Hellenic Polytheist for at least five minutes, you've no doubt heard an argument that you'll hear like a broken record from people in the modern West who are vastly ignorant about the religion.</span></div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">The first mistake modern people make is thinking all religions are the same, and thus, they assume that the ancient Greeks had a "holy book" of religion and myth. This is utterly false. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Not only was ancient Greece a collection of City States completely independent from one another in government and beliefs, but there was no law dictating how someone could view the Gods or what stories they could accept or not.<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In fact, it's kind of inaccurate to call it "The Ancient Greek Religion" because there were, in fact, many forms of ancient Greek religion and Cult. Sparta and Athens, for example, believed in the same Gods but did not have the same religion or culture. Not to mention the fact that there were cults everywhere that adhered to their own identities. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">So for instance, someone today might say that my beliefs on Artemis being gracious and kind to people is skewed considering the myth of Actaeon, but there's literally nothing in Hellenic religion which says I have to accept that story as literal fact or accept it at all. It's not like Christianity or Islam where the title of the religion depends on the acceptance of one written book or "testament."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">We do know that we believe in Artemis as She is, of course. But I don't have to believe everything that everyone tells me about Her. I have the right to my own experiences and perspectives, and it does not denote me as a Hellenist. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">You can believe whatever you want about someone, but it doesn't change them. You can believe that Chris Aldridge is a shapeshifting, blood drinking vampire, but it does not make me one, nor does it make me guilty of said actions.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">It's also true that not only could a given myth vary in detail from City to City, but many of them were handed down by word of mouth, which can change and modify with each teller, especially as the time and culture changes. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In fact, some of the myths we accept today as Greek, were not even composed by the Greeks. The story of raped Medusa that people commonly call Greek in our time, was actually written by a Roman. The original story, which says nothing of rape or punishment, was written by the Greek Hesiod.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">This is also not a modern change to Hellenism either. Greeks were not forced to accept a given story. Historically, it's accepted that around the time of the Hellenistic Era, the myths as literal facts began to waiver as a concept. </span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">But considering people like Plato and Sokrates, I think it began much sooner than that. Those men clearly believed in the Greek Gods but were also philosophers and not necessarily mythologists. They wrote about people's experiences with the Gods instead of taking written myths and saying, "Here's the 100% truth."</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Hellenic religion can be hard to understand, but if you ever manage to grasp the core, it'll make perfect sense to you.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">In the Goodness of the Gods, I'll see you at the next Herm down the road.</span></p><p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Raleway;">Chris Aldridge.</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com