of gods and myth

The gods are not dead…their continued presence (is) all over the contemporary world, in every conceivable form. Whom we should blame or thank…it doesn’t matter. They were preceded and they were replaced, but their stories were told and their truths were loved all along the way.


The gods are alive because we are alive, because we remain human and have inherited their voice…it is the nature of our retellings that shapes our breath. Myths are truths that descend on the reflective soul from the stars. The greatest truths last so long and are so beloved that they appear to approach eternity, where the divine dwells. The ancient gods are not broken shards to be mounted and put on display; neither are they domesticated pets or action figures to play with and entertain. These transcendent vessels were not meant to explode thrillingly on our screens or be stored safely behind glass, they were meant to serve and serve up the human spirit, to be filled and poured and refilled, to fulfill their physical and metaphysical function and come alive again and again and again.


Each person must experience and reflect on a text as an individual before judging it. And each person should feel free to integrate the word “gods”…to take them as the molecular pathways in our brains, the collective tendencies of human kind, the personifications of persistent historical patterns or as a spiritual regime that has been surpassed, take them as metaphors that work for you, but for gods sake don’t take them vainly or in vain.


The greatest myths have revealed themselves to be less like dogmatic structures than garments…woven and unwoven and rewoven through the generations, composed always of the stuff from the same source: wisdom from the heart of mankind. Revision (is) essential for understanding and overcoming our past (and) that great human promise of moving towards the future with the spirit of truth.

~excerpts from the introduction of Varitan’s Illustrated Greek Myths by Yonah Ignacio Varitan…please excuse any mistakes in the text, this is from my book of interesting things I run across and write down, so its effectively been transcribed twice!


About thalassa

Occasionally doting wife, damn proud momma of two adorable children, veteran of the United States Navy, semi-steampunk bohemian beach addict from middle America, Civil War reenactor and Victorian natural history aficionado, canoeing and kayaking and paddleboarding fanatic, Unitarian Universalist and pantheistic Pagan, devotee of various aquatic deities, and practitioner of bioregional witchery View all posts by thalassa

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