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J.G. Bertrand Becca Tzigany (see below) Mythology Notes |
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by Becca Tzigany O god, you
are irresistible! ........................So? - you say - We do. Even Mercury
who soars on the four winds ........................Here, taste. - you
say - The Sun sprawls
across a turquoise sky Freedom's
flavors burst upon the tongue We jump into
your triumphal procession .........................Celebrate my resurrection! - you say - We do. For no matter
what blows you suffer,
You prick
us with needles of pleasure Basking in
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32x42" Photo: Soares
Becca: I thought I was going to write
about gay love, but the poem centered on Dionysus (Bacchus).
Maybe this result was inescapable: the weeks I worked on this
one coincided with the autumn grape harvest. The feeling of the
harvest is everywhere, as anyone who has gazed out over the ubiquitous
Italian vineyards can imagine. As I watched the painting, our
neighbor Bruno, two floors below, crushed his grapes. The smell
of fermenting grape skins and pulp wafted up from his cantina
and, I think, coaxed Dionysus off the canvas. The refreshing
taste of the new wine (which Bruno offered us as he poured it
from vat to vat) was still in my mouth when I picked up my pen
to write. Mercury helped the words flow, as I wrote this one
when the moon was trine Mercury, the most advantageous astrological
aspect for Mercurial communication. Funny how it all worked out
that way. © 2004 Copyrighted material |
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(Bacchus, Iakchos, Zagreus, Liber Pater)..............Greek/Roman ......Although the last god to enter Mt. Olympus, Dionysus appears in fragments of very early myths. Zeus, in the form of a snake, mates with his daughter Persephone (or perhaps Demeter), who gives birth to Dionysus in a cave. He is a horned child. Ever-jealous Hera sends the Titans to kill him: they tear him into seven pieces, throw him into a cauldron, and then proceed to roast his flesh on seven spits. Attracted by the smell of the barbecue, Zeus discovers the cannibalistic scene, drives the Titans into the Underworld with his thunderbolts, and rescues one piece of his son: his heart. Carried to safety in a basket, the heart is made into a potion, which Zeus gives to his mortal lover, Semele, who becomes pregnant. Hera gets wind of the imminent birth of Semele's child, and comes to her as an old nurse, goading her to extract a promise from Zeus. When they are next together, Semele asks him, "Would you grant me a wish?" ......Zeus, who is madly in love with the mortal, answers, "Anything, my love." ......"Do you promise?" she asks. ......"By the River Styx, I swear, I will grant you whatever you want." ......"Then, I wish to see you as you truly are - King of the Gods - in all your glory." ......Zeus is mortified but must comply, for he has sworn by the River Styx. When he reveals his divine brilliance, the lightning strikes Semele dead. Zeus snatches the unborn baby and hides him in his thigh. When the baby is delivered, Zeus entrusts him to the nymphs of the green, fertile valleys of Nysa. They lovingly raise the boy, who thereafter will always prefer the company of women. He is emotional and impulsive, trusting his feelings over reasoning. Dionysus grows into a strikingly handsome man, with curly hair and delicate features. He spends more and more time in the woods, for he loves the perfect beauty of Nature. ......Eventually Hera finds him out, and strikes him with madness. Thus begin the driven wanderings of Dionysus. Obsessed with his discovery of the art of the vine and the magic of wine, Dionysus gains new converts by seducing the women or killing the men who oppose him. His rites (bacchanalia to the Romans) give rise to spontaneous orgies among females (maenads/bacchantes) and males (satrys, centaurs). He brings viniculture to Egypt, then heads east, crossing the Tigris on a tiger, until he reaches India. After establishing his worship there, he feels confident enough to return to Europe. On the way, he stops in Phrygia, to visit his grandmother Rhea. Rhea cures him of his madness, absolves him of the atrocities he has committed, and initiates him into her Mysteries. So, as this long tale goes: after suffering physical annhilation, battles and persecution, and inner torments, Dionysus now returns to Greece. ......He enters Thebes, the city of his mother Semele, with his unruly entourage. The women of Thebes especially respond to his message of freedom, Nature, and the divine vision possible through ecstatic trance. King Pentheus, alarmed at the breakdown of civil order, arrests Dionysus and the maenads, his wild women companions. But the ropes holding them untie themselves, the doors of the prison unbolt themselves. The maenads cavort off into the mountains, followed by townspeople who are also seized with bacchanalian delirium. Pentheus' soldiers, who can see that magic is afoot, know better than to pursue them. Pentheus, however, grows enraged that he cannot control the situation. ......Standing calmly before the king, Dionysus offers his worship to Pentheus. "Let your people follow their joy. Let your people taste divinity." ......"Divinity?!" Pentheus asks incredulously. "What do you know of divinity?" ......"I know suffering, and I know ecstasy," Dionysus answers. "If you look at me, you will realize you look into the face of a god." ......"God! You are no god! You are a charlatan that defies a king! Why, I should tear you limb from limb!" With these words, Pentheus seals his fate. ......Since he cannot be restrained, Dionysus leaves the palace and joins the revelers on the mountain. A furious Pentheus follows and climbs a tree to spy on them. Dionysus sees him, of course, and with a nod raises the level of frenzy. Thinking Pentheus is a wild animal in a tree, the women go beserk, tearing him to pieces. His own mother tears his head off. ......Once his worship is established on Earth, Dionysus ascends to Heaven, usurping Hestia's place among the twelve deities of Olympus. It was said: "he sits at the right hand of Zeus." He marries Ariadne, and courts Aphrodite, who both bear him children. Then using his divine powers, he travels to the Underworld, where he makes a deal with Persephone to release Semele, the mother he never knew. Hera by now acquiesces, and allows mother and son to dwell peacefully on Mt. Olympus. ......The worship of Dionysus taught the dangers of excess in a world of duality. Just as drinking a glass of wine can induce goodwill and drinking a bottle of wine can bring out the brute, Dionysus reveals human divinity as well as savagery. Comedy and tragedy actualize these concepts for us, and Dionysus is regarded as the founder of Greek theater. His worship was celebrated in theater festivals, and poets, actors, and singers did his sacred work. In this way, he is also known as the God of Holy Inspiration. ......Dionysus shares common elements with other savior-gods,
such as Tammuz, Adonis, and especially Christ. The Divine Child/Son
of God, immaculately conceived, is layed in a basket/manger.
He is sacrificed/torn apart for other's sins, taking the form
of the Horned One/scapegoat. He triumphs over death and finds
the way to travel between Heaven and the Underworld. His death
and resurrection is commemorated by ritually eating his body
(grain) and drinking his blood (wine). His rites, the bacchanalia
as well as the Eucharist, transport the participant into a mystical,
altered state. (Hermes)............................Greek/Roman .......With his broad-brimmed hat, caduceus, and winged sandals, Mercury may be the most recognized ancient god to modern eyes (florists and doctors having commandeered his symbols). He has always been hard to miss. When only one day old, he crawls out of his cradle to the edge of the cave where he was born and plays with a tortoise. Out of the tortoise shell he cleverly fashions the first lyre, and proceeds to sing of the love affair of his parents: his father Zeus and his mother Maia, a nymph of the night and one of the Pleiades. So enchanting is the music, it lulls Maia to sleep. Young Mercury goes out to explore the world. Coming upon Apollo's herd of cows, he decides to steal them. In order to make them hard to track, he invents sandals from oak bark for himself and drives the cattle backwards so their hoofprints appear to be going the opposite way. Sure enough, Apollo is confused by the strange tracks, so that it takes him awhile to find the young cattle rustler. When he finally does, he beholds an unprecedented scene: the newborn child has heaved two of the cows onto a roaring bonfire and is roasting them (Move over, Hulk Hogan!). By rubbing a laurel stick into the center of a circular grooved stick (in lingam-yoni fashion), little Mercury has discovered the secret of fire! And he has divided the beef into twelve portions, as an offering to the gods. Apollo seizes the boy and demands explanations. "Why twelve offerings? Who is the twelfth god?" ......."I am!" Mercury impudently replies. .......Apollo has heard enough. "Thief!" he shouts, grabbing him and whisking him off to Mt. Olympus. .......Before the throne of Zeus, Apollo states his case, charging the godling with stealing. Zeus has a belly laugh over his infant son's escapades but then grows stern, ordering the return of the stolen cows. Mercury complies, and in addition, gives Apollo the lyre as a gift. So thrilled with the musical instrument is Apollo, he gives his cunning little brother his staff, which eventually becomes the caduceus (two copulating serpents entwined on a winged, golden rod), symbol of healing, kundalini, and the union of dualities. .......Mercury's quick genius does not escape Zeus, and he welcomes him on Olympus as the twelfth god, assigning him the duty of divine messenger. His prowess and ingenuity soon rule over many domains: wealth, commerce, thievery, traveling, oratory, writing, and magic. Swift and graceful, Mercury conducts the souls of the dead to the Underworld. This role of psychopomp also manifests as trickster; to deal with him, you had better be shrewd! In his sexual relationship with Venus, he fathers Eros and then Hermaphrodite (the union of Hermes + Aphrodite), who is double-sexed and renown for her/his beauty. .......So slippery is he that Mercury is the one ancient deity that escaped oblivion after the fall of the Roman Empire. While the rest of the pantheon would not be resuscitated until the Renaissance, Mercury cloistered himself (literally) among alchemists and monk-scientists of the Middle Ages. We could call them "herm-its" (little Hermes)! Associated with Thoth, Egyptian God of Magic, and the Enlightened One, Buddha (also born of Maya), he was referred to as Hermes Trismegistus, "thrice-great Hermes". Through their study of metallurgy, medieval alchemists endeavored to change base metals into gold, and in the process, transform their lower natures into purity and divinity. They detected in Mercurius, the alchemical form of Mercury, the secrets of transmutation of spirit and matter. Mercury, his element both metal and liquid, was always depicted with the sun (male) and moon (female), for within him all opposites could be resolved. Arab scientists also studied Hermetic magic. The symbol of Hermes, the cross, became the Arabic numeral 4. .......Lurking in the Hermetic legacy of secret societies through the Ages of Reason and Science, Mercury then emerged more openly through the work of a 20th-century psychologist. Carl G. Jung noticed that the language of alchemy - snakes, dragons, lions, planets, trees, metals, elements, and others - were the symbols appearing in the dreams of his patients, with their corresponding traits and relationships. Jung recognized the process of the alchemist as related to the psychological process of individuation, and wrote about it in his work, Psychology and Alchemy. .......We still honor Mercury on a weekly basis. The Germanic Teutons (Thoth's followers) set aside a day to worship Thoth/Hermes/Woden. In English we know this as Wednesday. In Dutch it is Woensdag. In Spanish it is miércoles, in French mercredi, in Italian mercoledì: all from the Latin dies Mercurii . . . Mercury's Day. _____________________________ © 2004 Copyrighted material |
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