Olympian Foundation Goddesses and Gods. COEXISTENCE
– A Small Universe Guide for Priestesses –
Oceanus and Pontus
Galucus and Phorcys
Introduction: Gods & Mortals The Journey
‘The waves tell a story,’ said Amphitrite. The grey green ocean nodded and shrugged and shuffled shrouded in timeless conversation. Waves hurried to the sanded beach spilling their tale in surge of foam; others let theirs go sooner, sharing morals and chaos more widely.
It is a beach in a town just like any other by the ocean: beautiful and ugly; full of life, full of death; busy making stories. Long ago it was only a cluster of shacks beside a stream; then came a mill and some houses and a church, then more houses and more churches and now there are hundreds of houses perched on the green and custard colour cliffs.
But one by one its churches close doors as congregations fade away. I don’t know if God visits those churches. There are people in town who say He doesn’t exist, and never did. They say that about my Gods too, and have done so for longer but at least my Gods come to visit me.
Those from the ocean tell me of unspoiled places with no plastic bottle slicks. They share the beauties of the deep, and its dangers and treasures. Others are not from the oceans, some come from the earth, or above and beyond, and below but where these realms are, I cannot say even though I have been there. It’s just that I can only go there when they take me. I would have to die to find them for myself, and I am not yet ready for that. Why do they come?
It is because we invited them. We found a book of the old Gods, raised an altar and spoke their names in welcome. It was a book of Greek myths but maybe the goddesses and gods are the same whatever name you care to use, so too the monsters.
I listened to the waves, to their conversation. Somewhere among them out there were those that carried King Menelaeus’ warships to Troy city and wetted warrior Achilles’ ankles when he landed in the shallows of its beach. And King Odysseus too, adrift on the last piece of splintered wood; all that remained of his fleet. ‘Can a God truly turn a ship into rock?’ I asked the ocean goddess.
THE VOYAGE. HOMER’S ODYSSEY
Homer’s epic story Iliad told of the famous war outside the walls of Troy after prince Paris, son of Trojan King Priam, abducted Helen, wife of Menelaus. He and brother Agamemnon led the war fleet of a thousand ships to Troy to bring her home, but that was ten years ago. The city gate remained closed to Menelaus. Homer’s sequel Odyssey told of how Athena, Goddess of Wisdom and appointed security for Odysseus, came up with a plan to get inside the city. The plan: build a big wooden horse, hide enough soldiers inside and leave it outside the city gate. The trick: the Greeks would pack up their weapons and sail away. The gamble: the Trojans accepted the horse and opened the city to attack. After ten years of siege, King Menelaus was open to anything. “Why not?” he said.
“It’s a trick,” warned Cassandra to her father Priam as they stared down from the city walls, at the big wooden horse abandoned outside the gates and the enemy war-fleet beyond the blue horizon. Unlucky for princess Cassandra, the God Apollo had blessed her with a special gift of prophecy, and a curse that no-one would believe what she said.
I don’t know if the Gods curse humans, probably as much as they help us. Ten years may pass quicker for them than it does for us. But Homer told of how the trick worked, the Greeks destroyed Troy, then headed home. Odysseus set sail across the sea with twelve ships.