Boeotian Theoi: Ares

CULT IN BOIOTIA (CENTRAL GREECE)

I) THEBES Chief City of Boiotia

Pausanias, Description of Greece 9. 10. 5 :
“The fountain [of Ismene, near Thebes in Boiotia] which they say is sacred to Ares, and they add that a Drakon was posted by Ares as a sentry over the spring.”

While I can agree with the sentiment that to deny War, or at least downplay it as one of Ares’ domains is to essentially revere a deity completely different from the one recognised throughout ancient Hellas, I’m also none too fond of this apparent trend of recognising the spear and denying the helm and shield. Both the “KGA [Kinder Gentler Ares]” and the “short-tempered … foul-mouthed … ultimate redneck” are both false images of the God.

While masculinity is certainly within Ares’ realm, as well as a protector, to characterise Him as merely a “protector of women” —in His mythos, unusually for a Hellenic God, He laid with no woman, mortal or immortal, by rape or abduction, and indeed, slew Halirrhothios for the attempted rape of Ares’ daughter Alkippe— he also rushed to the aid of His own son, Kyknos, when Kyknos was losing in battle with Herakles. He is a protector of those who need Him most; he’s not the father who would throw a boy into a cruel world unprepared and himself unprepared to give the boy any more aid than a gruff order to “man up”.

Also, He is the father of the Amazones (with the Nymphe Harmonia), and several named Amazones were in His especial favour — and unless you’ve been watching Steeve Reeves films, Amazones are clearly in no need of protection from mortal men. He is a patron of those who are independent, and who will not be owned or dominated by another.

He arrested the man Sisyphos, who dared to imprison Thanatos, preventing the death of mortal man. He purveys over not just civil order, but natural order.

While Ares’ patronage is, first and foremost, to warriors and soldiers, to concentrate on this and hypermasculinity is to somehow deny so many dazzling facets of the God that have little to do with that. It’s like how Apollon is a patron of music, but that’s hardly all Apollon is about.



In the town of Tanagra, the city’s naiad, Tanagra, was beloved of Ares. Corrina wrote of a boxing match between Ares and Hermes for the affections of Tanagra, with Ares as victor.

In Thebes, he was a lover of Erinys Telphousia (often understood as a guise of Demeter), and She bore Him the Ismenian Dragon, whose teeth were sowed by Kadmos and from them grew —full-formed and armoured— the Spartoi. Kadmos then earned Ares’ wrath, but was in Athene’s favour. Athene, as a war deity, has always struck me as a deity more interested in warfare and strategy, while Ares contrasts this as a lower-ranking officer, or at least one of very basic strategies that may win many battles, but could ultimately lose the war because of poor planning. The offspring of a bond between Ares and one of the Erinyes (“Furies”, to the Romans; “Dark Ones” and keepers of the gates to the Underworld’s Dungeons of the Damned) was a monster that Kadmos had to slay in order to reach the spring and found the city of Thebes — there’s that “short-tempered” warrior for you, a half-literate Freeper standing in the way of progress, and illustrating the folly of mixing war and retribution. And, in direct relation to the founding of Thebes, it’s clear that the fruits of Ares had to be destroyed for the city to even begin to happen by Athene’s will, which then can symbolically suggest that while Ares’ role as a war-god is important, what He does best is by no means a permanent solution, which is what Athene is there to offer.

Ancient Hellenes had mixed feelings toward Ares; He was necessary to protecting a town from attack and His favour necessary for winning any war, but His constant battle companions are Phobos and Deimos (Fear and Terror) — Ares has just as much a place in the events of the 11 September 2001 attacks in the United $tates and the repugnant “Patriot Act” as he does in any just battle. Even as Aphrodite’s lover, He and the Goddess were caught in a literal trap net set by Hephaistos, exposing Ares and all his machismo to humiliation. And where Athene is clearly a learned general in the mythos, Ares is best described in the mythos as a soldier, one who takes orders — one who thinks the way He’s been trained to; and sure, the gods are not literally as They are in the mythos, but the mythos offers, at the very least, a grain of truth about Their natures.

I admit, I’m not especially fond of Ares, but where people who will gladly sing praises for their own rose-tinted versions of a swaggering warrior full of braggadocio who is somehow immune to being bested, much less shamed by “weaker” (which they claim is the true nature of “effeminate”) men, I give what is due to a warrior-god who is a doting father to His favourite son, and to the Amazones, and who reminds man of civil and natural order, but a deity who keeps company of some of the most dreadful daimones, and whose mythos can often serve as a warning against unbridled lust and against unbridled ego.

30 Day Paganism Meme: Day 26 ~ Any “secular” pastimes with religious significance, and why

In traditional polytheism, it’s hard to truly separate out the religious from the secular, since it’s all got a connection in the lives of mortals. In the modern day, traditional polytheists will often look for historical and mythological connections and justifications for pass-times and politics, but those who do not see the possibility of, or even a realistic need to separate from the Abrahamic supremicist culture will advocate an approach of putting aside one’s religious differences with others to reach a political and social goal for the community; in that action, one’s religion and ethics may still be important, but simply guiding one to ignore the differences to reach a compromise. Ideologically, it is only traditional polytheism, not Abrahamic religions, which offer this option: In Rome, Christians were actually given immense freedoms (contrary to what the fairytales in state school history texts claim), and the political compromise was that they simply had to pay a tax to the cult of the Emperor as a secular action, consider it as a rent payed to be a Roman, and this is even advocated by Christianity’s own mythological figure of Christ, in Matthew 22:21, “Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s…”. Rome didn’t care that Christians didn’t want to acknowledge the Roman gods as gods, they just wanted Christians to pay their taxes which, in Rome, were funneled through the cult of the Emperor, and even Christianity’s highest figure agreed with that. But a religion is more than the sayings of its most cherished figures, and as much as traditional polytheisms are more than their mythologies, so is Christianity and Islam, whose extra-mythological traditions include forced conversion and spiritual disharmony with one’s neighbouring religions.

But I digress.

Things I do that people might not consider explicitly religious in 2011 often have an ancient relationship with tranditional polytheism, and even a subculture that is thouroughly secularised still takes ancient Hellenic influences. Things like painting, music, gardening, etc…, don’t necessarily have to be religious — there are plenty of pictures, songs, landscapes, and so on that, for their creators and designers, had no religious significance, but at the same time may actually have such for an on-looker. I’ve no reason to believe that Gavin Friday specifically called on the guidance of Eros or Erato in composing, say, “Caruso”, but as an devotee of Eros, it’s hard not to see the God’s influence.

..in fact, the whole Shag Tobacco album has been described by the artist himself to be an intricate art-rock opus “about a man who comes home to make love to his wife/partner”. It’s really hard for a devotee to not see the guidance of Eros in that. It’s actually kind of hard not to see the guidance of Eros, Apollon, the Moisai, in all of Mr. Friday’s work, and I once paid over $50 (*before* shipping) for a copy of Each Man Kills the Thing He Loves on eBay, proving my most expensive CD to date, and if it were something I didn’t get some spiritual meaning from, I’d probably be rather embarrassed to admit paying that much for what’s essentially a used CD — out-of-print, sure, but used, and I’d long had a pirated mp3-copy of the album for years, prior. It’s also hard not to see Gavin Friday’s pagan sensibilities in general, even when naming his new album (first in sixteen years) catholic.

Maybe that’s it? When one has decided to integrate the Theoi into every aspect of one’s life, it becomes actually difficult to not see how one deity or another has influenced decisions from politics to film to favourite cheeses, and so it becomes harder to say which activities are “secular” with religious significance? That’s pretty much where I’m at, right now. True, I’m not one of those people who has to cast bones before switching brands of toilet paper, but if I think about it for even a moment, I can see how this deity or another may have shaped that decision, I can see the hand of Apollon in the films of Christian Derek Jarman, and I feel Eros in “I Got You Babe”.

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30 Day Paganism Meme: Day 20 ~ Hellenismos and my love life

I don’t even know how to begin with this.

I’m a fag. At the current point in my life that I write this in, I have no human love life — in fact, it’s been a few months short of three years since I last slept with another man.

If I’m going to form a long-term bond with another mortal man, would I like him to share my religion? Sure; I’m not sure if it’s mandatory, but it would be nice.

That said, note the careful language I’ve used here. I don’t completely lack a love-life. I’ve bonded with One of the spiritual realm. Only a very small number of friends know with whom — though I’m sure any long-time reader of this blog who uses that mushy grey stuff between one’s ears for more than keeping one’s skull from caving in can easily figure it out. This is something that I keep private for a lot of reasons, but first and foremost because it’s really nobody-else’s business. This bond has been formalised with ritual, and like any pair of lovers, there are ups and downs, but ultimately, He’s my rock, and I’m stronger for it.

I acknowledge that this isn’t something that’s exactly welcomed and accepted by “mainline Hellenists”, and that’s another reason I keep this private: As much as I’ve grown accustomed to an apparently growing number of Hellenists regarding me as “the Eros guy” similarly to how Sannion would be “the Dionysos guy” or Kyrene Ariadne would be “the Apollon lady”, I’m still a polytheist and regularly give at least incense and wine to other deities, a small portion of my own meals — hell, I picked up this adorable little “sea horse” aquarium statue for my fishtank, a few weeks ago, cos it made me think of Poseidon, and I very seldom think of Poseidon (this is especially noteworthy, cos I spent several days after getting it, along with much-needed tank filters, waffling over whether or not I should return it, cos it was more than I really should have spent — but ultimately kept it, cos aside from the cult in Boeotia, my ancestors on the British Isles were surrounded by sea, so maybe I should think of Poseidon more). Basically, aside from what I post here, all anybody really needs to know is that I’m a Hellenic Polytheist, novelist, singer, Mod Revival & Ska DJ, and general all-purpose loudmouth faggot.

Plus, even if I wanted to share more, the messages I get from My Love every time I start waffling all “should I let this banner fly as well, or shouldn’t I?”, are very clear: This is between He and I. This is our mystery, and what He has to share, He shall share with others in the same way — one-on-one.

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New Goal for the Garden

I found out about TerraCycle.net cos I love Method brand cleaning products and their refill pouches. The only downside to the pouches is that Lansing doesn’t accept plastic bags of any sort for recycling, so while it’s nice that they provide a significant reduction in waste and resources, before I noticed the url for TerraCycle on a new pouch for dish liquid, my only option was to throw them out.

TerraCycle basically collects hard-to-recycle waste items and in exchange for you sending them in (usually at no cost to you, either), they’ll give you at least 2¢ or two “points” to put toward a charity or school of your choice. At 400 points, I can donate bees to an impoverished family through Heifer International.

So, I’ve signed up for several “brigades” (all stuff I use — Method refills, candy wrappers, hair product & make-up packaging and tubes, cheese packaging, old keyboards & mice, old cell phones[50pts], old digital cameras[250pts]) to save up for and send in; I’m also wait-listed for several others. It looks like items can be combined into a single box and sent in together, which is good, cos that makes for less boxes used at any one time.

I have my heart set on bees specifically because of Trophonios, and because bees are pretty essential to gardens. If you’re in the Lansing, Michigan, area, feel free to contact me (ruadhan[at]peacockfairy[dot]com) if you have anything to donate to the TerraCycle box.

Also, since I’m still pretty low on money, I’m going to point everybody to the donations button again, cos it’s absolutely necessary, still.

Now I’m off to put on some work jeans and my Crocs [shudder] and go dig a hole for Future Goldfish Pond™ — my goal for the hole? Not my pole, but a depth of at least thirty inches; considering that full-grown shubunkins can be about sixteen inches long, I’d really rather not have to bring them inside during the winter, so this will allow for hibernation. This is also a sacred garden feature. Plus, it also makes more sense that, if I’m going to have narcissus poeticus surrounding the pond, to dig the pond first, so as nothing gets destroyed later.

Tragic Garden Update

I had really hoped to post some garden photos this week — at least the front garden, which was stripped of about 90% of its grass and replaced with wildflowers during the first four weeks of spring up here. After I got home from Chicago on Sunday night, I noticed that there were many buds and even some blooms.

But, as those who read my personal diary already know, that can’t happen. There are no more flowers.

This is a rental property, and while the property management company has pretty much given me complete permission to do whatever I want with the property’s garden, there is still lawn maintenance that has to be attended to, or the city starts tacking on $75 fines for each warning. Fair enough — if I can ever afford to FINALLY make these garden plans a reality, this would have been the only year for any major maintenance. The downside to this is, if my house-mate and I ever find ourselves unable to borrow the lawnmower of our friends up the street and down a few blocks, property management wants to send a guy out to mow the lawn.

The groundskeeping supervisor has been out here before, and knows what I’m doing to the garden; it’s not difficult to understand or explain. Unfortunately, he’s not the one who came out here today, and I guess the guys that DID come out have no idea what it means when three different people all say “leave everything in front of the house alone, except for the border around the pavement; it’s a wildflower garden”. Even my neighbours told them to leave it alone.

When I caught on to the fact (from upstairs, my window is tiny, so I was going completely on sounds of lawnmowers) that these were a couple of MORONS sent out to take care of my grass, my beautiful flowers had been razed, and I was told it “looked like weeds”. My sprinkler had been taken far from the centre of the entire garden (indicating that everything there was intentional, you’d think) and my stepping-stones had clearly been moved onto the porch steps, and I was told that if I “really cared about anything [that had been cut down]“, that I’d've mowed the grass myself.

I’ve spent the entire day alternating between livid and heartbroken. My voice is raw and hoarse from shouting, and I’m already sick and tired of people telling me “at least it’s wildflowers, it’ll grow back soon enough”. I’ve spent significant portions of my livid time fantasising about the especially jerky one being Catholic — so that he’d have statues of their Virgin, grotesque crucifixes, and votive candles for me to smash to pieces and then say to him “well, it looked like garbage, what did you expect me to do?” Really now, I’d laid down a Bird & Butterfly mix — creatures sacred to Eros & Psyhkhe — it really IS comparable to Catholics and their Death Cult paraphernalia.

It’s hard not to get discouraged in all of this: I really can’t pay for more garden tools, seeds, flowers, and so forth right now, and so far, that seems to be my best option to fight off the immense anger from today’s events. As my humanoid meat-based house-mate noticed, on the rare occasions I’ve stayed angry for a few days, it makes me miserable; it physically exhausts me, and I can get very depressed, very fast. Despite returning from Chicago with plenty of money, it’s become very clear to me that I need new glasses, and it’s either New Glasses or New Garden Stuff — and I have a coupon to make New Glasses affordable to me next month.

I hate asking for more donations like this (especially since Personal Dramas™ have already made it so that I’m *really, immensely behind* on coffee readings), I really wanted to put off rebooting the donations campaign until I had photos to post, but I need something to help me focus on positive things and remain optimistic and hopefully that energy will help what was destroyed so heartlessly find its way back.

30 Day Paganism Meme: Day 13 ~ Pantheon – Adonis & the Flower Boys

I love Adonis.

Though there’s Peanut Gallery commentary decrying any worship of Him and Kybele in a Hellenic context as “un-Hellenic”, it’s pretty obvious that Their cults had been thoroughly Hellenised by the time of Hesiod (if you haven’t seen people making such ridiculous claims, consider yourself lucky; in fact, I consider myself a lesser person for even mentioning it). I find myself especially fascinated with Ptolemy Hephaestion frequently linking His love as shared with Aphrodite and Apollon, which may seem unusual to those who are only familiar with the versions of Aponis’ mythos that link Him with Aphrodite and Persephone.

“Adonis, having become androgynous, behaved as a man for Aphrodite and as a woman for Apollon.” – Ptolemy Hephaestion, New History Bk5 (as summarized in Photius, Myriobiblon 190)

There’s a fragment from Hesiod that describes Adonis as the son of Phoenix (son of Amyntor), and most primary sources name His mother as Smyrrhna, who had a metamorphosis into the tree from which myrrh resin is harvested.

In myth and in cult, there are many easy comparisons to Dionysos — from a position in life-death-rebirth cults, his apparent links to sexuality, vegetation, and Khthonic deities (especially Persephone), academic and ancient syncretic likening to Osiris, and the public face of His cult was decidedly female (though this is where things begin to differ — male Dionysians existed in ancient times as much, if not more, than in modern — male Adonians, at least in the ancient Hellenic world [I haven't a clue about the Phonecian or Syrian world where it's clear His cult originated], seem apparently non-existent and, even in modern times, seem few, at best). But at least in the Hellenic world, it’s very clear that they are not the same — in some mythology, Aphrodite bore Adonis a daughter, Beroe, who is one beloved of Dionysos.

His cult likely came into the Hellenic mainlaind through Kypris, the birthplace and local name for Aphrodite, and by about the 6th Century BCE, was already well-known in Hellas. This is not insignificant: This not only cements a relationship with Aphrodite’s cult, it also really shows the aforementioned Peanut Gallery where to stick it — MWAHAHAHAHA!!! :-D

Seriously, folks, at this point in time, I think it’s safe to admit that the Adonis cult was thoroughly Hellenised. The academia really try to “un-Hellenise” Adonis, and indeed, many of these arguments seem to make sense, until you get into several glaringly apparent facts:

1) Adonis is a central part of Aphrodite’s Hellenic mythology — and I word it this way because a ssignificant amount of Her mythology and cult is clearly “imported”, comparative mythologises easily link Aphrodite to nearly every Near Eastern Goddess from the Babylonian Ishtar to the Zoroastrian Anahita. If one is going to conclude that Hellenic polytheists should worship only Hellenic deities, then there is an awful lot of archaeology that could easily reason that Aphrodite’s cult is not “indigenous” to Hellas any more than that of Adonis’.

2) It’s absolutely likely that Adonis’ cult was “imported” at the same time as Aphrodite — and even the much-touted Walter Burkert, apparently Greek Religion is a veritable gospel to some people, sure seems to agree with this idea:

The cult of the dying god Adonis is already found to be fully developed in Sappho’s circle of young girls around 600 [BCE]; indeed, one might ask whether Adonis had not from the very beginning come to Greece along with Aphrodite. For the Greeks it was well-known that he was an immigrant from the Semetic world, and his origins were traced to Byblos and Cyprus. His name is clearly the Semetic title adon, Lord. For alll that, there is in Semetic tradition no known cult connected with this title which corresponds exactly to the Greek cult, to say nothing of a counterpart to the Greek Adonis myth. (pp176-177)

Indeed, investigating Near Eastern mythology, the closest deity with a cult matching the Adonis cult is we see named is “Tammuz”, not Adonis. Perhaps “Adonis”, in this instance, is merely a loan-word made name?

3) The name Adonis, while clearly being the sticking point for identifying His cult as “foreign”, as a language arts major I can clearly see as a mere convention on the same level as “Kytheria” or “Kypris” as a name for Aphrodite — and one clearly accepted as “Greek enough” for many scholars for centuries — indeed, Thomas Taylor takes “Kypris = Aphrodite (= Venus)” for granted in translating the Orphic hymns — and indeed, Cyprus was Hittite land until fairly late Bronze Age; which would be roughly the period estimated for the import of Aphrodite and Adonis cults. Indeed, in most mythological traditions, Cyprus is also the birthplace of Adonis, not merely His cult — so it obviously flabbergasts that somehow this can make Aphrodite “Hellenic enough”, but not Adonis.

One can clearly only begin to imagine the whys and such for the reluctance to accept Adonis cult as “Hellenic enough”, when all evidence clearly shows that it is so. One idea may simply revert to etymology — though clearly acceptable early on in the Hellenisation of Adonis cult practise, later it became a sticking point due to what would now be called racism or nationalism — kinda the same logic “birthers” use to accuse President Barak Obama of being born well-outside U$ soils, in spite of all clear evidence to the contrary. Another idea being that since His cult, in ancient times, was dominated by women to the point of apparently becoming female-only kept the cult well outside the “mainstream” of the civic religion, and so, in a sense, “foreign” to ancient writers, who tended to be men — it could therefore arguably be sexism that kept the Adonis cult regarded as “foreign”; if one considers that many often wrote of the Adonis cult and its symbols with a hint of derision (it’s arguable that the old idea of “green leafy salad = women’s food” is an idea started in ancient Hellas — not only is lettuce sacred to Adonis, but one writer once joked [or perhaps seriously believed] that lettuce causes male sterility), this hypothesis makes a lot of sense on paper.

But perhaps I digress….

I was initially attracted to Adonis as an extension of the “flower boys” — His floral associations include roses (in some versions of the mythos), windflower / anemone poppies, and the “adonis” genus of flowering plant. I make no secret of my veneration of Narkissos as a Daimone and Hyakinthos as hemitheos. Even Krokos, Paeon, and Orchis have found their ways into the mythos I hold dear. The “flower boy” myths intrigue me on many levels: For starters, think about what a flower is — not what it represents in this culture, but what it is. It’s a part of certain plants, but which part? The genitals. In a certain light, it can seem kind of perverse how much cut flowers —severed plant genitals— play a part in (especially heterosexual) romance, courtship, and marriage. The boy gives the girl a cluster of severed, essentially hermaphroditic genitals to show he likes her. A few centuries ago, especially the middle classes, the boy’s visit would then only really last as long as it took for girl to pluck the protective petals from around the reproductive centre. Near the end of the wedding ritual, where people especially like to be surrounded by these hermaphroditic plant parts, the bride throws another bushel of genitals on her friends, with the hope that the cycle will start anew.

And if that’s not enough for you to handle? In many flowers, it’s the especially phallic-looking bit in the centre that’s the “female” part of this hermaphrodite.

It’s clear that Western culture is seriously obsessed with sex and sex organs — even when it tries to pretend it’s not, it’s filling children, especially girls, with an onslaught of symbols of fertility and virility and Martha Stewart is joyfully arranging severed genitals in various vases, often with the especially phallic lady-bits, right there on daytime telly (that woman seriously seems to love her lilies and callas — which aren’t lilies, they’re arums, and their “male bits” are typically attached to the “female bit” — now THINK ABOUT THAT).

I find it hard to get close to Aphrodite. Not for lack of trying, mind, but perhaps she senses something about me (In Real Life™, I tend to be generally more comfortable getting emotionally close with men, while women I tend to befriend more casually — and the few exceptions to this kind of prove the rule, in their own unique ways), and either decides to maintain that distance, or simply appoints any and all contact to be through one of “Her Boys”: Either Eros, Whom I’ve already become especially close to, or Adonis, another Flower Boy for my bouquet.

Narkissos, I consider especially precious. My own views of His mythology apparently differ from the mainstream, and the versions of His mythos I hold most dear (and indeed, there are dozens of ancient re-tellings and re-imaginings — the Battlestar Galactica franchise has had fewer re-interpretations by a wide margin) seem rather obscure, even if they’re versions that still seem to maintain the dominant trappings of the popular versions. To me, He is a holy daimon: A spirit of self-love, and a protector of those unloved. His namesake flower is sacred to Him, as are mirrors and reflecting pools; the species narcissus poeticus is especially sacred, as this is the exact flower He gave form to. He comes to you in a form reminiscent of you see yourself, perhaps a daimon of the Ego Ideal. He is the son of a nymphe and river god of Thespiae. His spurned lover, Ameinias, became anise; you can help to heal the tears Narkissos shed for both His own cruelty and for Ameinias with an offering of anise. Also, a bit of anise in a coffee for a reading may shed light on who loves you. Popularly, at least historically, He seems to have an especial link with gay man, and “narcissism” was initially used as a term for the “sexual perversion” of male-male love.

Hyakinthos’ flower, contrary to modern assumptions, is the delphinium larkspur. He is the son of the Moisa Goddess Kleio and Magnes’ son Pieros (Magnes being the first, now legendary, king of Magnesia, and a son of Zeus), and in some mythological traditions, He is either brother or cousin to Daphne — and perhaps the common-enough urge to link their myths is part of the collective consciousness trying to remind people of this (presumably?) once-ancient connection. By Spartan tradition, Hyakinthos is identified with the Thessalian Hymenaios, the God of marriage and the wedding bed, carrying associations with virginity, True Love, and legitimate partnership — again, I have to voice flabergastion that at the fact that so many modern Hellenic polytheists insist that only heterosexual partnerships have a right to spiritual or ritual legitimacy. Did Apollon not love Hyakinthos in the mythos? Is a god’s love not legitimate? Is the love felt by a mortal somehow unture? (If so, then logically, no marriage with a base of love, which is indeed what the overwhelming majority of Western marriages are, can possibly be ritually legitimate within Hellenismos — and I seriously doubt that very many people would want to get behind a fringe religion with self-proclaimed “authorities” who endorse a return to strictly-arranged het marriages based in social-climbing and dowries.) Or would people rather wax philosophical about “symbolism” and “metaphor” in myth rather than accept that the best symbol of a thing is the thing itself — and the mythos she the thing itself as a deep love and bond that was met with a tragic end. Though mortals may be imperfect, even flawed things can be true, legitimate — death is the greatest, most glaring flaw that mortals have, when compared to the Theoi, but our deaths are overwhelmingly true, a truth that is glaringly obvious.

And again, we come back to blues — immortal blues for Love Himself. From “…something borrowed, and something blue,” to “L’amour est Bleu” (perhaps is is not insignificant that this song rose to fame via the Hellenic singer Vicky Leandros? LOL). The first I saw Hyakinthos, I knew the Spartans were onto something with their associations with Hymenaios, for the first time I saw Hyacinth (in a dream, mind), He was at a small pool or spring, sitting on a rock at the centre of a thick round of His flower, peacock feathers tied into His hair (giving allusions to Hera, a Goddess whose domains include marriage), and Apollon identifying this breath-taking youth as His beloved Hyakinthos, who He “fought the West Wind for, and won”. Their love, as I see it, is a wedded one that is renewed annually with Hyakinthos’ death and rebirth. He is therefore arguably, too, an Erote of Love Renewed, of Tragic Love, and a god of rebirth from tragedy.

Because of my interest in Boeotian traditions, especially of Thespiae and the surrounding area, I often revert back to Hesiod. Hesiod names a beautiful Thessalian boy beloved of Apollon, Hymenaios — or at least this is the Evlyn-White translation of the relevant fragment. The pseudo-Apollodoros notes a Thessalian Hyakinthos was seduced by Apollon away from Philammon, and that this Thessalian youth was accidentally slain by discus. Clearly this mythology is an example of one-in-the-same, simply with different names. At this point, I’m convinced, and urge: Whether you call Him Hyakinthos or Hymenaios, call on Him to bless the bond of love.

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