Just in case you were wondering

Just in case you were wondering what I have been up to of late.

It is thisfear not

 

Well its not finished, it is partly painted and is only a small element of the terrifying very Graphic Novel which is going to be on the best sellers list.

It will have many interesting aspects.many exciting details

More warm colours

Ordinary peopleordinary people(links to better graphic novels at the bottom…)

There will be monstrous thingsmonstrous things.jpgYes those really are sinous being ripped out just as it happened three thousand years ago to the day, yes

There will be wondrous cartswondrous carts(this really is all in the ancient myths of Greece)

Unexpected reactionsunexpected reactions

Unexpected heroesunexpected heroesPaintings

Very monstrous happenings very monstrous

Fear not

A hero will arise

(did)fear not

 

 

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Adrian Spendlow Magazine Edition

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Adrian Spendlow Magazine Edition

Snappy chat, looking back at the recent past, punchy parts, highlights and future happenings.

I will try to be light, I would like to be light for this is a time of tears; far too many tears. If we can try to spread love, be fair but resolute in justice, if we can embrace the lost and the forever injured. Cry those tears yes, as we look up for rainbows through the glistening. I wish to bathe the world in glorious light.

That being said, I am a right grump and a grumbler. You know what I say, ‘Things were different before the changes.’ Think about it and know it’s true.

So it must be time for a visit to OldMan Comics…northern bit.jpgthingsblessing the worldbelly.jpgfayre tradeWell I guess it is time I grabbed some elephant tusks.ivory 01Not that I really need any ivory or anythingivory 01 flipped

But soon there won’t be any elephants leftivory 02Now Britain has legalised the import of Ivory you got to grab it while you can

 

local news

I am getting used to the idea of local small town news. I had experience of it before I came here to live. Yonks back I said to a musician friend how the guy from the Scarborough paper loved my stuff, how he was really encouraging and used everything I sent him. Nah, said Dave, he is just desperate for stuff to fill the paper with.

When mum and dad first moved here we were taken with the headlines….

cat lost

Then the letters pages was filled with concern, wishing Esmie Smethick lots of love and luck with finding her cat.

Then the astounding headline.cat found.jpg

How pleased everyone in the letters page was.

 

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One highlight of recent weeks has been my feature on Quay Street here in Scarborough here in the vacinity of this laptop in fact. Local history from the rich word of mouth of locals.

This was the quay. Step across from our step and there is the Three Mariners Inn, and there is the harbour wall, the old harbour wall. The first of a few built as the land builds up here, (I think this is where everywhere else’s errosion turns up). As buildings on that side of the street are reworked there is the harbour. All around it are dug up limpet shells discarded from the top of the wall by long long ago fishermen.

No. 1 Salmon Steps, (the only house on Salmon Steps), was built circa 1780 so perhaps salmon were caught using limpets???

Quay Street the blog has proved immensely popular, not just as local history but around the world as interest is peeked in fishing, shipping and sea rescues.

There is a link at the foot of the page – go enjoy.

 

Which leads on nicely to Seafest.

I will be storytelling on West Pier Saturday and Sunday (22nd and 23rd July) 12 and 2 then moving on to things all a bit more grown up…

Seafest 2017 presents

of Soldiers and Sailors and things a bit fishy’ – A fascinating show

By storyteller Adrian Spendlow

For members and visitors of the (newly reopened) Royal British Legion Ex-Service People’s Social Club, Bar Street, Scarborough.

Sunday 23rd July 5 till 7 Admission free with charitable activities.

Tales of daring, endurance, superstition, adventure, personal experience and amazing history.

Long tails, Britain invaded, North Sea rescues, Victory by Butterfly, Strangeness in Scarborough and much much more.

Bob is Gramey

At last we can reveal the true identity of Bob, the companion of OldMan, yes he really in real life is; Gramey. Except Gramey isn’t called Gramey anymore because he says he doesn’t like it. so we still have no idea who he is.colour 04

Anyway, Gra and I have been working on a York Stars project empowering people through the arts.

As part of that we wrote I know someone who poems. This is the one I did.

I know someone who had spikey blue hair

I know someone who has a secret identity

I know someone who drinks sharks fin tea

I know someone who changed his name to be in a band

I know someone who has biscuit days, vegetable days and pie days

I know someone who watches blue bars

I know someone who cooks mushrooms all soggy

I know someone who records birds sounds to upset people

I know someone who likes Boney M

And that person is Gramey Smith

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At last the shopkeepers secret is revealed, enter the world of tiny things in the link at the foot to discover mighty (but miniature) revalations in this newly updated blog post.both

Stephen Fry was right.

And it might even be quite interesting too. A banana is a berry! A strawberry isnt a berry because the seeds are on the outside. A plum isnt a berry because it only has a stone or just one seed which doesn’t count and it hasnt got a shell. A berry has an outer shell (the skin) and contains seeds. So here at last, by random chance is the proof. All I did was bite. The banana did the splitting into three seeds all on its own. It sometimes happens; if you left a narna to dry there would be the three seeds. Here they are in full clarity…..

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Ales and Tales

I have produced two book length blogs over the last month or so. There is the collection of Skaldic writings I have written for my chieftain Georg, which are linked to below. There are also the results of the best job I ever had. It is often quite good to be paid to tell stories in pubs, it is even better to be paid to drink beer and listen to other people’s stories. What amazing stories they were. You don’t tell people in York pubs what to talk about, you sit and you listen, and you listen good.

(See below)

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A mass of research has gone into this forthcoming online Graphic Novel: Doom of Zeus. The gripping tale of Earth Mother’s creatron of the monstrous revenger Typhon. It sounds like I made it up. Given that I researched the whole thing while in hospital having a major operartion and being filled with morphine, perhaps I did. These Greek myths though, you can’t make them up, they did that already!!

Follow the link below to the first draft of the G.N. D of Z. There are also links there to the individual stories of gods and goddesses I developed during the course of the research. Athene, Pan, the Fates and Hermes the Babe are in there.

Yes I was on a lot of morphine at the time. I recall shelves full of nightshirts rippling along. Strange apperatus seemed to dangle from the sky. The whole room was repeating my conversations about the head of Buddha.

I was aware for most of the time that this was all drug induced, and didn’t lose insight, well not that often, I did really believe the nurses were dancing though. The night staff that is, I saw them in the distance in silhouette having whispered meetings, then in my mind, they broke into competative disco routines, then went back to the meetings. At one point they broke off from a serious debate to have a go at a demonstration of the ministry of silly walks.

When the drugs were wearing off I described these illusions to one of the night staff and he said, ‘Ah yes, we do do that’.

Strangest though. During the research for Hermes I was listing interesting observations I was gathering from Robert Graves Greek Myths and I found a strange thing listed in my notes. At some point among such as Hermes had golden sandals there in the midst was, ‘Hermes was a taxi driver who delivered bendy ferret.’

Luckilly it didn’t make it into the final blog (I think).

 

Luke says, – “My Dad is publishing a graphic novel, this is the first draft. It’s still awaiting the artwork so he’s contributed his own, temporary mini-masterpieces.

His style is pretty unique as it is but add to the fact he did a lot of it off his nut on painkillers makes it something special! – He’s still waiting for the artist so the first draft features his own illustrations and his artistic style is… unconventional.

They make a dramatic and terrifying tale oddly hilarious.

Please have a look, he worked on the majority of it in hospital having cancer cut out and was on heavy medication for the majority of the time so it’s quite trippy in places!” Typhon Doom-slayer

Also:-

Athene

Hermes

The FatesThe Fates

Pan

Quay Street, Scarborough

OldMan Comics

Skaldic book

The Cheiftains Door

Of the Cheiftain’s Door ‘Sharon’ says this, “This is very powerful – challenging – and beautiful. Love your words from within and beyond.”

The World of Tiny Things

Ales and Tales

And a few poems

Oh, and another book length one almost; my guide to Living History for Reenactors

 

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Behold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus – Graphic Novel First Draft

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the header greekBehold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus – Graphic Novel First Draft

Yes this is what I have been busy with over the past several weeks while in and out of hospital and beginning my long recuperation by the sea.

I came up with the idea of developing a graphic novel around a Greek myth earlier in the year and an independent publisher is now on board with an interest in hybrid publishing (that’s when you publish online and with a major distributor too).

It has been a dream for many years to do something with the quirky and strange Typhon and the terrible Zeus; their battle suited my online graphic novels perfectly.

We are probably hundreds of hours from the ‘for sale’ version, but I shall update here as pieces and text boxes are completed.

Please do share with friends as we will be asking for help shifting the finished product later in the year.

PS the first graphic novel from Viking Comics Inc. The Hammer Flies is almost ready for release as a slide show presentation – my first movie!

 

 

Behold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus

“Look you mere mortals, look up at me in dread. See atop the tall great mountain Olympus. For I am Zeus.”art 0014 c bx

 

Upon that high central mountain looking down upon all. God of all Gods he holds power in a tight fist.art 0014 b bx

Master of all he watches, he; watches, rules, masters, controls, gloats, but mostly he fumes.003 a z 01Some dark satisfaction comes from the destruction of all that offends him.art 0014 a bx(wrong image?)

It is a satisfaction tainted with anger. These stupid mortals, these rebellious Gods, Slimy Giants, these ravaging Titans; they must be watched.001 b types

They never learn.001 c lightning man

Zeus had already destroyed humanity three times, he killed Titans here and there, Cyclops fell on a ferocious whim, Goddesses lost loves, teachers lost livers.001 a zeus kills

He fumed. He hardly even was aware in his mighty rage that he was hated. What did the dissatisfaction of others matter to the one who was all powerful! – Master of the Earth.art 0014 a bxThe Earth Mother Goddess.art 0022 bxShe mattered.art 0020 bx

The Earth Mother Goddess.art 05 b bx

The Earth Mother Goddess, the Mother of the Earth, the Earth itself, some call Eurynome; creation from chaos: She mattered.me from chaos

And she was a mother – the Mother!0020 em births cropped

“Zeus killed my childrenart 0012 bx

and I shall revenge.”

“Let my earth bring its very bones to life and bring forth to birthing my rage. For a huge child, has been born to me.”0020 em births ty

“Typhon”art 05 c bx“Typhon, my child, my monster, my destructive force personified.”art 0027 b bxHe darkens the sky. Largest monster ever born.art 0031 a bx“Let him rise,”art 05 a bx he is too giant for the earth.art 0031 c bx“My Typhon” His very thighs are snakes writhing across the world beneath him.art 0031 b bx

“Behold the God-slayer.” Each arm a myriad of snakes; in their multitudes, they stretch across the very heavens.0024 in space

“Burn him, crush him, poison him.” His eyes are fire.art 0011 a bx

“Shatter his bones to feed me” From the bellowing maw of his huge mule head burst mountainous boulders; deafening, crushing.0024 crush island

“This is my son.”art 0027 a bx

How Zeus laughed to hear.0027 z halo 03

How Zeus quaked to see.art 05 d bx0027 z halo 02

How Zeus screamed.0027 z halo 01

The Goat-god Pan he screamed.0027 pan from mount

All the gathered Gods – they froze in fear.0028 froze gods

“Change shape! Be monstrous. Save us.” “Mighty mighty Zeus.”0028 gods plead

A lion. A thunderbolt. An eagle. A quail. A wren. A sheep.z change

They all became sheep.art 0015 b bx

He ran.art 0018 a bx

And as is the way with sheep, they all ran.art 0018 b bx

Panic flicker-flashed across their psyches, multitudes of animal images blasting out of sheep-skin into other beings.art 0015 a bx

Meanwhile, in sumptuous splendour lay Athene; pampered, petted, soothed and bathed.art 0052 bx

These beautiful handmaidens were nothing as beautiful as her. This sensual existence is far too ecstatic for a mere mortal to bare.art 0058 bx

Look on Athene!art 0036 bx

While far far awayart 03b bx

Rubble roared, bellows broke the peacefulness.art 05 a bx

Athene heard.art 0060 a bx

Athene flew.0034 ships a fly

Raced across the wide seas in the very first ever ship. Her crafted craft. The ship.0034 ship

See the peak of Olympus.0034 ships a races

Rising up, flying, over the fires.0035 to olym flame

To the meadows far beyond.art 02 bx

She lands among the May flower and bee song to see fields of sheep silently grazing.art 0060 c bx

She sees one sheep.art 0060 d bx

She stands beside it.art 0060 b bx

“I know who you are beloved King of Heaven.”0037 a hugs z

“See over flaming mountains; the creature will seek you.”0037 z n a see t

“Die sheep or become brave.”0037 a points

Quail, wren, serpent, thunderbolt, eagle.z change

It is Zeus.art 0023 a bx

“Fly high our beloved god, for you must defeat him.”art 0023 b bx

Rising up to his mountain. Almost returning to true form.art 0024 b bxart 0024 a bx

The thunderbolt flies.art 0044 b bx

art 0044 a bx

The great beast is engulphed in a cataclysm of lightning.art 0033 bx

Out of the fiery storm burst mountainous boulders.0042 typho thundered

Zeus is knocked backwards, flattened as art 0057 bx

the monstrous Typhon bellows boulder after boulder.art 0011 b bx

Hermes bursts out of his ovine masquerade and lets fly towards Zeus his sharp and powerful flint sickleart 0028 c bx

to spin through the air.art 0028 d bxart 0028 a bx

Zeus slices through the stone, the boulders split and fall.art 0028 e bx

Zeus stands to slice again.art 0051 a bx

Burning eyes fire down upon him.art 0051 b bx

Zeus falls in faint.art 0054 a bx

Typhon looms above him; scooping him up in hundred league snake arms.art 0054 b bx

Then like wind of thunder, a hurricane of heat, he rises flies, blows fierce…art 0047 bx

Gods and Goddesses look on in horror at Typhon disappearing across the sea.art 0066 bx

High among the mountains, bellowing, Typhon stands.art 0050 bx

Zeus’ sickle in his hand he swings high to cut.art 0065 a bx

Down the sickle sinks into wrists and spine.art 0065 e bx

Zeus’ very sinews are exposed.sinews show

A myriad swarm of snake limbs grapple as teethed maws snatch.art 0065 d

His snake arms pull.art 0065 c bx

The very sinews from inside Zeus’ limbs.art 0065 b bx

Deep into a cave he throws these strings.art 04 b bx

Doll-like dead-limbed Zeus is laid in powerless torment.art 04 d bx

As jelly laid in stony dark.art 04 c bx

“I Delphyne sister-monster guards.” The voice it echoes out from cave to across the seas.art 0063 bx

All Gods lay and wail in writhing pitiful despair.art 04 group bx

“The world is ending while you wail!”art 0043 a bx

“This darkness will take us all, he will not rest at Heaven’s Father, the universe shall squirm.”art 0043 b bx

Hermes and Pan they clutch at each other and terrified towards the chariot they step.art 0034 b bxart 0034 a bx

The dark cave below.art 0034 c bx

Great Goat God leaps; from chariot to deep within.art 0056 bx

Delphyne is waiting; serpent sister she has poisons ready see she writhes.art 0059 b bx

He screams. Pan screams.0059 pan screams head

He screams his terrifying paralyzing scream. Pan’s panic scream.0059 pan scream stand

As poison drips from massive teeth Delphyne is catatonic gripped.art 0059 a bx

This is the moment Hermes needs. He leaps.art 0019 b bx(Above to be replaced)

And from the cave with Zeus to drag.art 0019 a bx

The sinews gathered drape across the lifeless God.art 0026 a bx

The chariot flies.art 0026 b bx

“We have him,” Hermes cries, “Be ready, run, run gods hide.”0062 rescued h home with z

Between them Athene strides.art 0026 c bx

“Zeus must save us, sew him, thread him, string him, stitch!”art 0029 a bx

The God of Heaven stands again; uncertain stands, at centre of his universe he stands.art 0029 g bx

He backwards falls.art 0029 b bx b

Athene has lead his chariot behind him, and into this he falls.0064 z empowered by a(Ade – import art 0029 b bx from PC)

“See great Father God, you simply need to stand.”art 0029 d bx

The Thunderbolt he suddenly clasps, the sickle once again; the glistening flint.art 0029 f bx

He takes the reins.art 0029 e bx

“Fly Father God, Great God, fly.”art 0029 c bx

“My spirit flies with you,” cries Athene, “As I am all the Fates I fly to aid.”art 03a bx

Upon the highest mountain amid enormous range it stands.art 03b bx

The Fates attend him. Flying to him.art 0021 b bx

He is besotted by three beauties bringing him rare treats.art 0055 a bx

“Behold our exotic fruits.” “With these we bolster you.” “Great strength we promise.”art 0025 bx

“Typhon we love you.”art 0055 b bx

The beast feasts. Now…art 06 a bx

Typhon has a whole huge mountain in his arms.art 06 b bx

A tiny chariot high in sky as monstrous mountain flies.art 0053 bx

The chariot tilts up and wide and fires a firebolt down.art 07 bx

The mountain bursts aside.art 0010 bx

A mountain fliesamf 01

The chariot climbs.tcc 01

The thunder bolts.ttb 01

A mountain fliesamf 02

The chariot climbs.art 01b bx

(this may move)

The thunder bolts.ttb 02

A mountain fliesamf 03

The chariot climbs.acc 03

The thunder bolts.ttb 03

Mountain after raging mountain, Typhon is unstoppable.art 0017 bx

The final summit is his to wield now – Vesuvius.art 0030 a bx

The great Vesuvius, yes, this beast is monstrous strong.art 0030 b bx

The fates look on as he only just can throw this thing.art 0021 b bx

“We loved you,” whisper Fates from far cave, “we loved you and we strengthened you, but only for a short time. See you falter, weaken now.”art 0021 a bx

Zeus is higher now than even the stars. And flying down hard.art 0013 a bx

Gigantic Vesuvius is hurtling right at him.art 0013 b bx

“Let Heaven and Sky and Fate empower me!”art 0010 bx

Fire thunderbolt, thunderbolt on thunderbolt on thunderbolt. All God’s energy is spent on this last mighty blast.art 0016 bxVesuvius repelled it falls.0076 bash v back ves falls 01

Down with such increasing speed.0076 bash v back ves falls 02

It hits the beast.art 0049 b bx Downart 0049 a bx

Down still through the earth it crushes down.art 0061 bx

Typhon’s fiery rage it burns and builds and climbs. See the fire near as Typhon strives.art 0064 c bx

The very Vesuvius it burns because of him.art 0064 d bx

Very nearly he is out, he fights it still, see mountain rage.art 0064 c bx flip

Vesuvius volcano is his rage, and Typhon he may yet one day succeed.art 0064 b bx

Listen, hear his bellowing.art 0064 a bx

 

 

 

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I have done a great deal of research in the build up to turning this very strange and ancient tale into a graphic novel so that it is all based on history, (unless it was the morphine). Some of the research work helped me create the individual features linked to below:

Athene

Hermese the Babe

The Great Goat-God Pan

The Three Fates

Doom of Zeus – the Making of

Creation Recording

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Doom of Zeus Greek Myth Graphic Novel – the Making of….

Doom of Zeus Greek Myth Graphic Novel – the Making of….

This is an exciting new direction and I thought you would like to travel along the journey with us as we discover and are learning.

The final publication will have several forms as we work with an indi agent who works in Hybrid Publishing. Basically that is getting the book out in several forms and with several services; our first task is online publishing with various sites, then on to major publishers and being able to buy the book via all online distributors  and in the shops eventually too.

The first draft is about to be blogged and we are aiming for you our supporters to build up interest and followers towards the eventual publication in all its glory.

To enable prolific artist Tony Lawrence to visualise the very florid characters in these ancient and indeed ‘Graphic’ tales I have used my quaint scribbles to help him formulate a vision. The first draft blog will contain these scribbly pics and may be your last chance to see them; enjoy.

The main activity for me has been research. I wrote the draft of the story in half a day, and here we are two months down the road at the draft script stage. I have had the idea bubbling away in my mind for a long long time, so when Tony suggested that we worked on a project together it leapt out of my inner being right at me. It would be perfect I knew, full of the scenes and characters which would suit Tony’s styles so well.

I cannot wait to see what he makes of it all (Look out for Draft Two for the first selection).

I thought it might be of interest and indeed useful for many of you to see the fascinating stuff I picked up as part of the research. I have already blogged on the activities of Athene, Pan and Hermes and there are links to these blogs below. The next stage was to consider the appearance of the various characters involved; Zeus, Athene, Hermes, Pan, Typhon, The Fates, Delphyne and the Earth Mother Goddess.

Here is all the material I gathered for Tony to help visualise these characters:

Zeus appearance

Ive struggled to find too much on how Zeus looks, so I guess it is more about getting his character across in your own way. He is horrid, and is always peeved. Is always out there ravaging women. He keeps all the other gods under control by fear.

So quite mean.

Actually now I get to typing it all up I realise there is quite a bit, but only use what fires your imagination.

He does have a scar on his head; when Athene was trapped inside his head Prometheus split his head open with a wedge and hammer so she could burst out. So that’s quite a scar he’s got there.

Some say he wore ram’s horns on his head. Many say he wore a golden fleece, and that this golden sheep-skin turned purple black when he uses his thunderbolt.

Yes he is armed with a thunderbolt.

He also wields a flint sickle in battle.

He is said to wear a blue nimbus, I shall look nimbus up now. Right looked it up, it’s a type of cloud but is also means a surrounding for a god, so ring of light, a halo is a nimbus. Sometimes gods in classic art were cloaked in bright clouds and sometime in rain clouds, I guess this means a stormy cloak. It has also been depicted as a long blue glowing cloak with the sheep-skin and well. Do what you want with it.

He sits upon Mount Olympus looking out at the world all around him. It is said on a throne but I haven’t seen any descriptions.

Some say a double axe with a cuckoo on top is his symbol. The thunderbolt looked like that until it was split from the trident. So I guess it still could, or the back of the throne could. (Ade: Look up a labrys maybe = a double headed axe (a birth symbol))

He is said to have come from Arcadia. This is part of Greece, so he kind of looks Greek. But back then it was the land of spirits and Pan and dryads and nymphs, so he could look kind of magical. (Like something by Brian Froud).

When he rose up to become King of Heaven he wore goat-skin, so a bit of that wouldn’t go amiss.

He was god of the sky.

He rode or more likely flew in a four-horse chariot.

There are loads of things he turns into and loads of things that symbolise him. I am listing them but only use what takes your fancy. Might help with backgrounds.

Stuff that symbolises him:

He dined on banquets of nectar and ambrosia. Guarded by a golden mastiff. Jupiter in the sky behind him. He is described as Lord of the Universe. Lord of Heaven and he is credited with the zodiac cos he sent people to be them. He made the Cornucopia; the horn of plenty. He was the cup bearer as a youth so might have a nice goblet laid about. In older stories he was King of the Oak-cult, so the odd oak leaf wouldn’t hurt.

He wore eagle feathers as a disguise at times, so a couple of them maybe. Thirty guards painted white with spears and shields guarded him when he was a kid. He was the rainmaker in early tales. He was tricked with two large bull-skin bags full of bones and fat. Black doves on oak trees. Blue spotted serpents.

Stuff he turns into:

Serpent. And a horned one too. Bears. Sheep. Cuckoo. Swan. Shower of Gold. Thunder and lightning. Quail. Wren. He often turned people to stone so some background images like Pompeii might fit. Kingfisher. Woodpecker. Beaver. Many beasts. Stallion.

Typhon Appearance

Basic Description:-

The largest monster ever born

Thighs downwards nothing but coiled serpents [so I picture more like animated spaghetti than snake legs]

Arms when he stretches them out reach a hundred leagues in either direction countless serpent heads instead of hands

His brutish mule-like head touched the stars

(I reckon there is a bit of liberty with this head business, it did say ass head, and I’ve changed it to mule-like to make it less daft, you might not want it to be too donkey like, maybe boney instead of furry or something.) (see also nightmare bit below)

His vast wings darken the sky

Fire fires from his burning red eyes when he looks at you

When he bellows rocks the size of mountains burst out of his mouth and fire at you crushing you.

Ade’s Additional Comments

He is a monster right enough but there are also descriptions of him as a mighty wind, maybe that is something to play around with? I.E. Typhon – Stupefying smoke – hot wind – hurricane

This quote shows that he was also part of the horse-head nightmares myths.. A beast that descends on you in the night.  (so he could have a nightmare aspect instead of being furry???)

Alcyneus (mighty Ass) is probably the spirit of Sirocco; the breath of the wild ass or Typhon it brings bad dreams, murderous inclinations, and powerful desire.

[Hippolytus (stampede of horses) recalls the ancient attribution  of terror-dreams to the mare-headed goddess. in the north sufferers invoked Odin.

He is in Egyptian mythology too but they call him Python

Extra bits

Mother Earth lay with Tartarus in revenge for the destruction of the giants

(24 serpent-tail footed giants) by Zeus

Typhon was born in the Corycian caves of Cilicia

When Zeus turned to a ram, the others turned into a crow, a goat, a white cow, a cat, a fish, a boar, an ibis, and so on.

The three fates offered him ephemeral fruits, they said they would empower him, but really they weakened him.

Not needed but interesting

Echidne his mate was beautiful, in one side, the other side of her was a speckled serpent

They lived among the Arimic in a deep cave where she ate men raw.

She had a huge brood of terrifying monsters but 100 eyed Argos snuck in while she slept and killed them all.

Older children now grown and in the world included Cerebus three headed hound of hell, the water spirit  many headed Hydra, the Chimera a fire breathing goat with lion’s head and serpents body (whats left to be goat then?).

and Orthrus the two headed hound of Geryon begat her the Sphinx and the Nemian lion.

The Three Fates Appearance

Basically three women in white linen. Most usually described as beautiful, most often as maidens but they can also appear as crones.

They are sometimes described as conjoined so perhaps they could be separate or melding in and out of each other, or just close.

One spins the thread to tie to your back, one measures it to see how long you will live and one, the small one, cuts it to end your life.

They use a sickle to cut the tree twigs.

Atropos is the smallest and Atropos is the most terrible.

White linen thread trailing behind connects you to life.

For Clotho spun you; every incident of you.

Stretched across the rod to be counted by Lachesis

It is Atropos who cuts.

Let their brazen pestles fall upon the head of giants. Where the evil fall dead because of them the ground will burn forever onwards.

They come from the moon goddess so the moon can be in the image or can effect the way you depict them.

They are the death aspect of the moon goddess so there is the option to make them a bit spooky.

Born of Shadow and Night

Zeus has spoken, claiming supremacy – how the Three Fates laugh at that.

Ordinary people they say they resist the Fates; stay in that day etc

Threads flow from us

Babies wear swaddling clothes marked with symbols and sigils; ancestry and family are marked upon the bandages of birth to place the babe within its place

The new, the maiden-goddess of the spring, the first period of the year.

The full moon, the nymph-goddess of the summer, the second period.

The old moon, the crone goddess of autumn, the last period.

The trees reflect the phases in their needs and growth – they are big on trees, types of trees.

Gave us astronomy, gymnastics, weighing scales.

They also brought us the cultivation of the olive tree.

Let them bring fruits of the moment, fleetingly beautiful to empower, or Death-Apple to poison, the fleeting fruits of the Fates.

Gifts: eye of perception, tooth of divination, herbal sickle, sacred bag

They will even sing at your wedding.

Feasts lamb and honey fermented in the Oak Grove we gather around the altar.

Mother Earth appearance

I shall call her Mother Earth

Sometimes Earth Mother Goddess

Born naked from chaos which separated out ie sky land sea etc

As she slept Uranus (sky) was born

He showered fertile rain from the mountains into her sacred clefts

From her flowed grass, flowers, trees

Then beasts and birds

All life flowed from her

The rain filled the hollow places and caused the rivers

She is mother earth and earth is her

She is often described as the white goddess too

She might be a misty vision sometimes

Or rise out of fire

But mainly I like her naked with all the growing things coming from her.

Possible background etc

Symbols

The sweet acorn

She was right into snakes

Shrine of bees wax, of twisted fern stalks, of laurel bows, of bronze with golden songbirds, of stone.

Her Cretan sceptre; the Labrys or double axe.

nightingales.

a golden apple tree.

Hermes – Hints and Tips on Appearance

Hermes is son of Zeus and Maia the daughter of Apollo.

Hermes is at best an anti-hero with the historic crimes division after him probably! Once he has grown up that is. People would rather jump off Olympus than have anything to do with him. He turns people to stone at the drop of a hat. Horrid he is.

Hermes grew fast, and had many adventures at the age of seven months old, including using the bow and arrow.

So he will have a bow and arrows maybe

And I reckon he had a baby face even when he was all big and horrid and grown up. When properly grown into a large strong man and titled Hermes the Destroyer – Messenger of Death –  see the blog link to him below too.

I suggest that he still had a bit of a baby face.

He was wrapped in swaddling (bandages) as a baby so he may have still worn them as leg or arm wraps (a bit like WW1 soldiers legs).

Herald for Zeus (1 to 3):

1: Zeus gave him a round hat that kept off the rain but sometimes he is depicted as wearing a helmet, so perhaps somewhere between the two.

2: His signature item is his flying golden winged sandals given to him by Zeus.

3: He also gave him a staff with lots of white ribbons swirling from the top, some say they were shaped like serpents. Everyone must respect him on matters of laws when he holds this staff.

Apollo gave him a golden staff of cow-herding and death-easing.

So perhaps a golden staff with white serpent ribbons.

He played a tortoise-shell lyre or a reed pipe.

So might carry these or on his belt etc

He sometimes bares Moly the white scented flower with black roots that only the Gods can gather. Perhaps they might be a background feature if needed.

He is described as Cairn-man or Pillar of Stone sometimes, that is what he used to be in his past life. So could have those around him or something.

Crane are sacred to him and often fly around or towards him. He has a pet one.

Leather

He has the power to charm through singing praise

Hermes gathered long grasses and wove them into a pipe.

Woven stuff?

Bits

Ingenious, eloquent and persuasive

Guides the dead to the underworld

Oversee all matters of business

Teaches the gods the twirling of sticks to make fire

Assists the Three Fates

Invented the knuckle bones

Learned the tree alphabet.

Turns people to stone

Can shape-change – into a ram

His son was Sicilian

He had a chariot

The power of augury to read the flowing pebbles in the swirling bowl.

Sexy nymphs like Cyllene hang around him.

The Fates gave him an eye as a gift of perception. They also gave him a tooth, a sickle and a crane-skin bag.

Delphyne appearance

Delphyne the womb; the monster.

Apollo was seven years old when Themis fed him nectar and ambrosia. He went to Mount Parnassus to seek revenge upon Python for deeds against his mother. Python was waiting and shot him full with arrow before running to the temple of Delphi which was named after his mother and would keep him safe, that was his plan. Apollo dared to follow right inside the shrine of the oracle to the Earth Mother and right besides the sacred chasm he shot him dead.

For when the gods had seen this serpent-tailed sister-monster they had been enthralled and fearful.

Athene Appearance

This is all I have as clues to her appearance and surroundings.

Born in Libya, lived in Palestinian, born by lake Tritonis in Libya.

So she was Libyan!

Nurtured by the Libyan Nymphs.

She was half nymph half triton, all Goddess

Bright-eyed Athene

She used spear and shield in battle. But would borrow a spear if needed. So was only armed when in battle.

She had an amazing shield in her magic bag, see below.

She went to Greece via Crete to the city of Athenae by river Triton.

She wore an Aegis,  a magical bag. It produced a sound as from a myriad roaring dragons. See pics in link below.

It was a goat-skin bag with a gorgon mask (Medusa’s head) that held a serpent, which is ageless and immortal: a hundred tassels of pure gold hang fluttering from it, tight-woven each of them, and each the worth of a hundred oxen. These are serpents as well.

So golden serpents

[Virgil says the Cyclopes busily burnished the aegis Athena wears in her angry moods—a fearsome thing with a surface of gold like scaly snake-skin, and the linked serpents and the Gorgon herself upon the goddess’s breast—a severed head rolling its eyes”, furnished with golden tassels and bearing the Gorgoneion (Medusa’s head) in the central boss.

Some of the Attic vase-painters retained an archaic tradition that the tassels had originally been serpents in their representations of the aegis.

It was a magic bag.

Libyan girls wore a goat-skin apron, so she probably woar some.

Ethiopian girls still wear sometimes with cowries attached. Cowries are a Yonic Symbol. (like the vulva). But that’s Ethiopian girls for you.

The Libyan cry of triumph ‘Olulu Ololu’ is for Athene, when in a war-like stance she is often depicted shouting.

Some say Athene’s father was called Pallas he was a winged goatish giant and he outraged her. She flayed his skin from him to add to her Aegis.

Others say her adopted father was Itonus (meaning willow man) of Iton.

Prometheus split Zeus’ skull with a wedge and beetle [ringed maul or mallet]. Athene sprang out fully armoured shouting.

As Alaphria she married a goat king on may eve.

She had a rain making willow cult in Iton.

Aegis is a goat-skin chastity tunic worn as a bag at the belt.

Athene’s contained a magic disc.

An ancient disc of spiralling pictographs predicting Athene being born

Athene planted an olive tree as they are sacred to save Athens, so them and willow symbolised her.

She also weaves

Caronis (crow) (mother of Asclerius by Apollo) was a title of hers.

She shared her temples in Athens with Hephaestus (he who shines by day) as she was the moon goddess.

Athene invented the flute, trumpet, the earthenware pot, the plough, the rake, the ox yoke, the horse bridle, the chariot, and the ship.

She taught the science of numbers and all domestic arts such as cooking, weaving spinning.

Goddess of war with no pleasure in battle, rather for settling disputes, and upholding the law by pacific means.

Bears no arms in times of peace. Often borrows from Zeus.

in her rage turned Medusa into a winged beast. She had glaring eyes, protruding tongue, huge teeth, brazen claws and serpent locks. One look at her turned the onlooker into stone. BTW

She was the Harpies, the storm winds as the triple goddess, the Sudden Destroyer.

She was the Graeae, the grey ones; Engo (warlike), Pemphredo (Wasp) and Deino (terrible).

Athene was patroness of a pre-Hellenic medical cult of the moon. Her priestesses of the cult gathered at oracular shrines of dead heroes and reincarnated them as serpents or crows.

She was given the titles Coronis because of the oracular crow or raven and Hygieia because of cures.

Her all-heal was the mistletoe ixias, from the oak.

Goat-athene????

Gorgopis (grim-faced) is another name of Athene’s. Processions for Athene would carry paralune (white parasols).

She created the golden bridle which tamed Pegasus (the moon horse).

Athene was Laphria (she who wins booty) and was a goat goddess.

Athene changes into a sea eagle, a swallow, a vulture, a dove, lark, diver bird (gannet), but the wise owl was her principal epiphany (manifestation).

Athene’s couch at Tegea shows she is Neith or Anatha the orgiastic moon goddess.

Great Goat God Pan: The Greek Myth Lives On

In the magical land of Faerie where all is possible and nothing is as expected…. Faerie is the British cover-all term for anything fairylike; from trolls to slender naked winged things.

And Arcadian is the Ancient Greek equivalent. this land was Arcadia among the nymphs and fair things danced a monstrous being, half man half goat.

They laughed at him, but listen not to his music or you will dance.

The wildest passion possible.

Silenus father of the satyrs was father of Pan.

Yet others say he was fathered by Hermes.

Arcadia is a place now in Greece, so he might look a bit Greek, but is more likely to have a hint of nymph or fairy. Among the hairiness.

Pan was so ugly at birth it is said that his mother ran away from him. Born with horns, beard, tail and goat-legs. Magical birds and dryads and all are not accustomed to such fierceness among their midsts.

Hermes thought it a laugh to take him to Olympus to show as a novelty. Following his freak show upbringing he went on to lead quite a life, quite a wild life.

He taught Daphnis pipes.

He was humble, easy going yet wild and some say lazy. He certainly liked his afternoon naps; after his revels with the mountain nymphs.

From Arcadia he guards all herds, flocks, and beehives

He helps all hunters who ask for help in finding quarry.

Beware you wake him as you pass a grove or grotto for he will raise with a great shout which will terrify you to the bone.

Pan is from paein:- to pasture, the upright man of the Arcadian fertility cult leading to the North Western Witch-cult and later as the devil – so it is said.

His terrible shout brought us the word and the state of ‘panic’.

He has many lop-eared hounds around him and he loves to eat lynx.

Old goat-legged god from Arcadia.

Oh how the Maenads go mad. orgiastic worshippers of mare-headed Daphoene.

He, Pan, was invited to their dances. upon the high mountains

Amid the Maenads dance there is a shaft, a stone shaft

Pan’s mother the woodpecker taps there still.

This rain will cool even the passion-mad Maenads as they dance an intoxicant dance of writhing limbs.

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I have done a great deal of research in the build up to turning this very strange tale into a graphic novel so that it is all based on history, (unless it was the morphine). Some of the research work helped me create the individual features linked to below:

Athene

Hermese the Babe

The Great Goat-God Pan

The Three Fates

Creation Recording

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The Three Fates They Spin Your Thread – More of Adrian’s Ancient Greek Myth Collection

The Three Fates They Spin Your Thread – More of Adrian’s Ancient Greek Myth Collectionttfs.jpg

Erebus the deep dark which is shadow is in union constantly with that which is Night and from this long intertwining long ago there came three beings; the Fates. night.jpgNight has spawned us many more beings as we all know but none so beautiful, so powerful, so timeless and old. Even before Erebus and even before there was Night some say then there were the Fates; Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos the conjoined. For they are the death aspect of HER. They are the Triple Goddess. They are the Moon Goddess. They are the Goddess.moon g.jpg Some may say her name, think that they dare and remain to be right. And if that name they spoke for the Fates; the Triple Moon Goddess in her death aspect it may be the word that they say would be Athene. So some say.athene ana 01 edit

Of the three conjoined begot by Erebus in Night Atropos is the smallest and Atropos is the most terrible.

Feel now for the white linen thread trailing behind as you go, for it connects you to life and it is her who watches this where you cannot see. It is her who chooses the moment that you are only dimly aware will happen one day. Though perhaps it will be night when Atropos decides. Perhaps tonight.

Before all of that there is the moment of your arrival, spinning upon a thread which you will follow as you will lead it through.spin.jpg For Clotho spun you; every incident of you.

Year by year is stretched across the rod to be counted, moment by moment even, until your line is set, this your length of thread is laid by Lachesis who has decided how long you exist.measure.jpg

It is Atropos who cuts. She determines in the end and you descend, or float at her attending.

cut.jpgAll is pre-set.

Oh how the younger gods laugh at this.

For Zeus the mighty Zeus has spoken, claiming supremacy for his sovereignty. The ruler of all, the father of all, the ruler of fate and the ruler of the Three Fates. Ruler of all.

How the Three Fates laugh.ttfs

“I am the father of the Fates!”z 03.jpg

The people of Delphi, at least, accepted his mastery of fate, supremacy; Lachesis no longer acknowledged there in their temples.

Some say Zeus was their father and Themis was their mother. He wasn’t the father though, no one could accept or swallow that. They were before even he.

 

 

 

 

Oh how the Three Fates laugh.

The Three Fates hold the power over all.ttfs

Younger gods, however, they say Zeus he weighs out lives in charge of Fates.z3.jpg

The thread of life is spun on Clotho’s spindle, measured by the rod of Lachesis and at its end is snipped by Atropos, Yet Zeus says he can intervene. “Let that one live!”

Oh how the newer gods they laugh.laugh.jpg

Ordinary people they say they resist the Fates; stay in that day, train up to fight, move house, refuse betrothal, dodge the snip. They say they live.oski away 01.jpg

Oh how the younger gods laugh.laugh

These gods they talk of when the Fates were fooled, unsealed, when Apollo tricked them got them drinking,maenad solo.jpg “Come relax, enjoy; eternity is a very long time.” Admetus was saved, or so they say. And…

How the young gods laugh.laugh

Once when the Pythian Priestess danced she danced into a trance, an oracular trance, what she confessed the listener entranced.trance.jpg Not his children after all, the Fates are from the long before, are parthenogenous. The Fates they sprang from Necessity, the ancient Goddess Necessity she saw the

Three Fates flying from her. Long long before. There is more, if they are from before, then Great God Zeus must answer to them; dangle on their very whim.

Oh how the Three Fates laugh now.ttfs

The folks in Delphi worship only two Fates; Birth and Death. In Athens Aphrodite Urania is the oldest of the three, the Eldest of the Fates; the Nymph-goddess to which the sacred king was sacrificed eons back at summer solstice. The people of Athens know Urania means queen of the mountains, the Delphinians know this too. They are but the some who say, the some who say the thing some say. Not us who listened to the dancing Priestess who informed us of the Mother of the Fates, Necessity for she is the strong Fate, not even any Gods contend her. So Zeus must answer.z 01.jpg

Oh how the Three Fates laugh now.ttfs

So Athens says there are three fates, Delphi they say two fates, Dancing Priestess tells us there are four, three are born of one and all the four of them become the Three Fates. Let that be how it is explained.

And yes, the Three Fates laugh.ttfs

Is it myth that makes the threads flow from us taken from the habit of the swaddling clothes, for they are marked with symbols and sigils; ancestry and family are marked upon the bandages of birth to place the babe within its place for all the rest of its life, to seal its fate.swaddle.jpg Or are the babies swaddled because we know the Fates will thread us from behind and we label / swaddle to show we loyally are of similar mind.fred Then though perhaps the Three Fates send the ancestry bandages right after they have cast the thread which is our life?

Family and clan names are things for humans in their mere humanness and that is mortal, Gods and Fates however have their other ways of being from the past and future. Take the Fates, the Three Fates; they are the Triple Moon Goddess of Necessity; Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos as Birth and Death of Delphi,  Aphrodite Urania Athenian Nymph-goddess royal of the mountains. Hence their white robes and linen thread, Spinner, Measurer and Unavoidable sacred are they as Isis. The Pariae, the Ancient Ones, the Three Fates are the three Danaids; with three Rhodes’ cities named for them, Linda, Cameira and Ialysa, formerly Linodeousa (binder with linen, Catamerizousa (sharer out), Ialemistria (wailing woman). Yes they are the Telchines; the enchanters ie the Triple Moon Goddess Danae. Yes, they are the Moerae, if we moera-out (share out) the phases we have the three beings and the three moon times:moons.jpg

The new, the maiden-goddess of the spring, the first period of the year.

The full moon, the nymph-goddess of the summer, the second period.

The old moon, the crone goddess of autumn, the last period.

The trees reflect these phases in their needs and growth and character, and the Fates embrace the trees and feed us knowledge through them.tree.jpg

Take you sickle cut the twigs from tree type, tree type, till the echoes of the moon time spell the letters of your learning. God Hermes knew the power of the Fates and assisted in the alphabet of trees. The alphabet of trees is the alphabet of sharing is the alphabet of seasons is the alphabet of everything.sickle

And from that alphabet came everything, for Hermes with them helped them shape us, gave us astronomy, scales musical, pugilism, synchronised physicality, mass and distance. They also brought us the cultivation of the olive tree.olive.jpg

These are they, the Three Fates who give us opportunity, the chances life brings, and so much more, they bring us powerful gifts, even love making, like with Aphrodite, she was spinning when they met her, now her life is devoted to love, to widespread love and you may call upon her influence because of the three.moon fairy

Even with death they empower you, send you where you deserve to go, no heroes ever if not for the cutting of the cord to send them homeward, no reincarnating, no freedom from torture, styx.jpgalthough it is true no visits to Hades where one twitters like a bird and gasps for falling blood drops.

Have you wefted and weaved along your thread as best you could or tugged against the pastel way?cut.jpg

They will fight for you if you fight the way of right, they will fight for Gods and you alongside if the enemy is evil. Let the brazen pestles fall upon the head of giants.pestle.jpg Where the evil fall dead because of them the ground will burn forever onwards.

Let them bring fruits of the moment, fleetingly beautiful to empower, or Death-Apple to poison, drink if you will of the juice of such fruits for it is sure that you are pure, pure as the fleeting fruits of the Fates.fruit.jpg

The Three Fates can save you even, if it is unfair that you should die, and if loved ones love you enough and cry enough the Fates will invest a twig with parity with your life, so you will live as long as the twig is unburnt.reeds.jpg

Please them as they please us and gifts can come; eye of perception, tooth of divination, herbal sickle or sacred bag.bag.jpg Wish them well, they will even sing at your wedding.

Other great feasts where the Fates are fawned over is when sheep are with lamb and honey has fermented. There in the open in the Oaken Grove we gather around the altar  for the Three Fates Feast.great feast.jpg

So every year a length of white linen thread is lifted from the great bundle which is your life and this will be your allotment of line for the year ahead, enough to last, yet, if it were to not stretch quite far enough this is because they have decided this is the end for you. You will not know for certain until it is suddenly cut and you fly from the earth. You might want to feel to see how much you think the Fates have given you this year though, feel to see.fred.jpg

For at its end, either the year has ended or you have.ttfs

Recent blogs include from the Greek Myths, Athene , Hermes and Pan.

Behold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus – Graphic Novel First Draft

Ales and Tales around York pubs.

and more as the Skald to the Chieftain inspired by Georg and Gudvangen.

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This piece was originally part of my research for a forthcoming graphic novel with artist Tony Lawrence, but for now I felt the Three Fates deserved a blog of thier own. Current artwork for this blog is from myself. This is my interpretation from studying Graves’ Greek Myths and a few bits from the Iliad. Look out for the forthcoming Graphic Novel with Tony: Behold the God-slayer Typhon the Doom of Zeus.

 

 

 

Gods and Goddesses of the Greek Mythos Continued – Hermes the Babe

Gods and Goddesses of the Greek Mythos Continued – Hermes the Babe

Here is another of my characterisations of Gods and Goddesses; they are actually coming about as I am researching on the Ancient Greek Mythos for a forthcoming download project with amazing artist Tony Lawrence. As I research to gather information on what they look like to help the artist in his depictions if I come across ones with a bit of inspirational story I blog them.

IE Athene, in this case though although it is an interesting storyline the God (if he is a God) Hermes is at best an anti-hero with the historic crimes division after him probably. There are those who leapt from Olympus rather than him turn them to ever staring stone.

Hermes – Cairn-man – Pillar of Stone – Toddler

This man is not a god he is a pillar.image An offspring of gods yet was born as an embodiment of an orgiastic pillar. Dance near him if you dare. Hermes is Priapus the totemistic virtue of a phallic pillar or cairn no less.

His mother was Maia and if there was such a thing as fatherhood back then we would be saying his father was Zeus. Maia met Zeus because she was the daughter of Apollo then afterwards being with child she had a score to settle with her father for mistreatments.[!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]  Gods being gods they grow fast, and Hermes grew fast, very fast, especially in intellect. By seven months he had mastered the bow and invented many things, then Themis gave him nectar and ambrosia of the gods or should that be Nectar of the Gods and Ambrosia of the Gods; and he was ready to   adventure. image.jpgReady for that vengeance from beyond the womb.

He was followed by a gathering band of nymphs they made a wicked wilful travelling party. wild band.jpgHe was befriended by Cyllene. They played and sang and laughed. Cyllene showed off her enchanting musical ability and Hermes claimed he could make something far more mystical than that. Cyllene bid him to show it was true, Hermes said he would need some cattle hide to make the strings. Then when Cyllene told him of Apollo’s herd he knew he could get his revenge and build his instrument, he knew so much more too. Well well before we discover how great he is, he knew.

Yes this merry band agreed that little Hermes and they could smuggle the herd, but Apollo would simply follow and they would be found.

Hermes bid them cut large patches of bark from the Fallen Oak and to cut long grass to bind into cord. From these he showed them how to fashion shoes for the cattle and away they were led along a trackless path.

The cattle were gone.

Apollo was livid.

Apollo he searched but there were no tracks.

Then, by chance in his raging stampede around the land he found the Satyrs, led by the rogue Silenus they were greedy for reward, great reward, for Apollo was angry, very great reward.

Eventually, in Arcadia, the Satyr gang heard something unusual, unique in fact; strange music like no melody ever heard before yet dulled and distant. It seemed to be coming from far away and yet from everywhere. It seemed to be coming from below the earth and yet, – no it was, it was down below, it was. Eager as they were they could not help but dance. Dance, as they hunched and sniffed and searched

Tnymph.jpghen suddenly they noticed a little way ahead by a gateway in a leafy copse the sultry, haughty, Cyllene idly taking the air. The music led them towards her.

It was louder behind her and there at the back of the glade was a cave; the music was coming from there. “What is that music of the nymphs we have never heard before?”cave.jpg

Cyllene swung gently round towards them, “No nymph plays that marvellous tune upon that unique instrument.”

“No one can play better than the nymphs, no one has a better instrument than they.” The satyrs gaggled together in panic behind him, staring in quizzical fear.

“Hermes does.”

“Who is Hermes?”

“Hermes is a babe.”chain babe.jpg

The Satyrs stood mesmerised as Cyllene gracefully articulated the story of the babe who was born within this cave. He who had adventured across the lands at so young an age, who had acted with great skill and created a marvellous lyre like nothing ever heard before. Silenus enquired what this lyre was like and Cyllene told him how it was shaped like a tortoise because he had fashioned it out of a tortoise and cow hide twine. “So where did he get this twine?” “Are you calling him a thief!” Just as a fierce argument sprung up a few things happened at once.crane.jpg A great long-winged bird landed in the glade; this was the Sacred Crane sacred to Hermes and because of Hermes. Silenus glanced his eyes around the glade and there were two cow hides stretched between branches to dry.hides.jpg The grandfather of the babe of course had known that the crane was sacred, sacred to Hermes, and had followed it; Apollo suddenly appeared.

Silenus pointed at the hides, thus establishing himself a right to the reward, then to seal the deal he pointed at the cave.

Apollo strode in and down with a procession following. There lay Maia sleeping deeply a bundle in her arms. “Bring me that quickly grown man Hermes now,” shouted the mighty Apollo, “For he has stolen my cattle and shall be made to bring them back to me, at least all that live.”

Maia threw back the covers and revealed a babe still in its swaddling bands and wrapped in a large leather hide. “How could it be that a babe such as this has done this thing you say?”image.jpg

“I recognise the hide!” boomed Apollo and he snatch up the child and fled the cave.

“Father of Heaven,” (and father of the babe unfortunately), cried Apollo as he bent to his knee in front of Zeus, “I accuse this babe”, (the bundle unrolled from his arms as did the other two hides from the glade), “of theft of all my herd.”z 01.jpg

“Zeus looked down to Hermes, “I cannot believe that you did such a thing and I ask you to plead not guilty.”

“Well I did,” confessed Hermes standing proudly for all his small size, “and I am sorry. I shall return all that live and tell you of the flesh of the others”

Apollo stood looking dazed, enraged and confused.

I divided the flesh of each dead beast in to twelve pieces each as sacrifices to the twelve gods.”

“Twelve?” questioned Apollo, “Who it the twelfth?”

Bowing with a smirk the tiny Hermes said, “Why it is I”.chain babe

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Hermes continued, “A twelfth of the flesh of each of the beasts I ate for I was ferocious hungry the rest I burned. Thus I have invented the first ever flesh- sacrifice. Now I shall give you recompense, follow me.”

He led Apollo in a flash back to the cave and he retrieved a bundle from beneath a sheepskin. “What have you there?” asked Apollo.

Hermes held up the tortoise-shell lyre in display and in the other hand held a plectrum, “This I also invented.”

The music was mesmerising, the singing was praise worthy; it was full of praise also. Praise of Apollo, his nobility, his dignity his grace, his intelligence and, of course, his generosity. It worked, Apollo forgave him and nevertheless little Hermes led him to Pylus, playing all the way, to the cave he had hidden the cattle.image.jpg He released them to graze and offered the Lyre to Apollo, he took it and thankful he said as I keep this so you keep the cattle. Hermes held up his tiny tiny hand and Apollo solemnly shook.

From the distance they heard the mountain top laughter of Zeus as he watched all Hermes’ antics.

As the cattle grazed Hermes gathered long grasses and wove them into a pipe. He played and he declared, “This is the shepherd pipe that leads any sheep to you.”

“If you will let me have this pipe I will trade you my golden cattle-herding staff; it also has the power to send the spirits of the dead peacefully to heaven.”

“I accept, in part, for the reedpipe is worth far more than the golden staff and I will accept the deal if you also promise to teach me the power of augury.”

The distant laugh of the onlooking Zeus could be heard again from afar.z 03.jpg

“I cannot but my three nurses the Thriae can. They will teach you on the isle of Parnassus to read the flowing pebbles in the swirling bowl.”pebbles.jpg

“This is indeed a very ingenious, eloquent and persuasive Godling.” Chortled Zeus.

Upon their return Zeus bellowed at tiny Hermes, “You must promise forever from now respect the rights of another’s property and never tell utter lies.”

“Then make me your herald great father, and I will never tell lies, although I shall not promise to always tell the whole of the truth in every detail. Furthermore I shall protect and preserve all divine property in your honour.”ribbon stick.jpg

(Apollo was chortling now.)

“You shall be my herald then, and you shall in that duty guide the dead to the underworld, oversee all matters of business, all treaties and all rights of way.styx

Even furthermore you shall teach us the twirling of sticks to make fire you shall assist the Three Fates (this he did and invented the knuckle bones, the alphabet, astronomy, boxing, the musical scale, gymnastics and weights and measures. He also learned the tree alphabet.)

Thus it was Zeus who chuckled quietly now for he had honoured and empowered him in such a way that he would forever be too busy.

So it was that the now growing Hermes was presented with the adornments of Herald and proudly stood in the round hat of rain protection, the fast flying golden sandals and the beribboned herald’s staff which commanded respect from all when Hermes was engaged in matters of administration, (of which there were many).admin babe.jpg

Recent blogs include from the Greek Myths, Athene , The Fates and Pan.

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Great Goat God Pan: The Greek Myth Lives On

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Great Goat God Pan: The Greek Myth Lives On

In the magical land of Faerie where all is possible and nothing is as expected, in ancient times when this land was Arcadia among the nymphs and fair things danced a monstrous being, half man half goat. two fairiesThey laughed at him, but listen not to his music or you will dance. You will dance and dance and dance and suddenly succumb to passion.

The wildest passion possible. pan highOh yes. And it will never end – but when it does – you will fall in mad exhaustion. Nothing will ever be the same and no sensual experience will ever be as good or even half as good. Not a tiny touch as good.

Silenus the comedic father of the satyrs was autochthon or father of Pan. Yet others say he was fathered by Hermes. Hermes says this for he was there. Many were there that night and many might think the same. Hermes states it though, and he believes.

Pan was born. He was born while Hermes was still there. Pan was so ugly at birth it is said that his mother ran away from him. Born with horns, beard, tail and goat-legs. Magical birds and dryads and all are not accustomed to such fierceness among their midsts. Hermes thought it a laugh to take him to Olympus to show as a novelty. Following his freak show upbringing he went on to lead quite a life, quite a wild life.pan pic 001

Lived in rural Arcadia, though he could have dwelled upon Olympus. He taught Daphnis pipes given by his foster parents who were shepherds.pan pipe He was humble, easy going yet wild and some say lazy. He certainly liked his afternoon naps; after his revels with the mountain nymphs.

From Arcadia he guards all herds, flocks, and beehives when called upon. Perhaps we need to call upon his spirit now to save the earth, for he well knows that more than half of our foods and drinks are only here because of bees; because of Pan.

If you are seeking something in life then perhaps he is there for you for he helps all hunters who ask for help in finding quarry.bird

Beware you wake him as you pass a grove or grotto where he has chosen to sleep for he will raise with a great shout which will terrify you to the bone.pan shouting 001

The magical Arcadians do not show him respect, for all he blesses hunters, if they fail then that day they will fire their remaining quills at him and how they laugh.

Pan is fron paein:- to pasture, the upright man of the Arcadian fertility cult leading to the North Western Witch-cult and later as the devil – so it is said.

His terrible shout brought us the word and the state of ‘panic’.

pan shout 003He has many lop-eared hounds around him and he loves to eat lynx. He named a daughter after this cat. He would catch them and devour them. Always sharing though, throwing chucks around to be eaten by his hounds, his bitches and his whelps alike or so it is said. Old goat-legged god from Arcadia.

Pan fathers many children with the nymphs and muses. He tells tales of many other trysts and sessions.moon fairy

He chased the chaste Pitys. They turned into a tree. A fir tree they became. Quite what happened one may never know but to this day The Great God Pan (or at least his spirit) wears a branch from it as a chaplet; a fir-tree crown of celebration, pitiless celebration perhaps.

He also went after Syninx seeking to besmirch her purity; he chased her from Mount Lycaeum to the River Ladon. She turned into a reed.reeds He saw this happen as he approach but when he closed he could not tell one reed from another reed. He took them all, well, a great cluster. He could not tell which one or if he had her, but he took enough to weave himself a new pipe with. So now when he plays that pipe he thinks he plays her.

He did well when he chased Selene, after dressing himself up in well washed wool. He had chosen well, a moonlit May Eve where she thought herself the young Queen of the May and saw him as her lover leading to the marriage of the greenwood.moon.jpg She enjoyed riding on his back so much that she said he could do anything he wished to her.

Pan was simplistic and loved riot and the Olympians hated him for it. They exploited him. Apollo wheedled round him till he taught him prophesy then as soon as he had what he wanted (he wanted more) he took the Delphic Oracle from him and the Pythonesque Preistess. Oh how Pan should have seen this before it happened and now he saw less than before.pan pic 002 As he wandered, perhaps lost in thoughts of how he had been tricked, he dropped his pipe. Hermes watched and sniggering took it. Oh how it played and how the Olympians loved it. “I invented it myself,” said Hermes. Apollo admired that playing most of all so perhaps he was tricked back. He didn’t see that coming.

Pan is dead. The Great Goat God Pan is dead. That is what is said. They say he is dead. The only ever god to be dead.oak horn 001.jpg So it often was said. Said by a sailor; Thamus who heard a voice – he said it was divine. It told him, “Thamus sail on to Palodes as you planned, sail fast, and tell them there that the Great God Pan is dead”.  Oh how they groaned and lamented all along the shore.

Oh how the Maenads go mad. They did in times back then and it is my guess they still dance again. Laurel-chewing web-faced orgiastic worshippers of mare-headed Daphoene.

Each year they rip apart the sacred king then they bathe to wash away the blood.maenad solo

He, Pan, was invited to their dances. He dances still I hear.

As they dance in ecstatic trance amid the laurel babbling you may hear them calling Pan, Pan, bring me Pan.

Yes, dressed in goat-skin, he is their chosen lover during drunken orgies upon the high mountainsmaenads.jpg

Some say it was Hermes fathered Pan but Silenus says otherwise as he laughs. Amid the Maenads dance there is a shaft, a stone shaft, erectile in its standing proud for all around. Perhaps Pan’s mother the woodpecker taps there still. kingffisher 01For her tapping upon the trees in a lulling song of beats portends the summer rain.

This rain will cool even the passion-mad Maenads as they dance an intoxicant dance of writhing limbs. For his mother as woodpecker Penelope (with a web over her face) had danced here in her passions and in her labours and the penelope was once a bird with webbing over. So when you see a woman with a webbing inked into her leg she is a dancing lover of Pan; a Maenad.

Great Pan dances when you are reborn so look for him when you have fresh new thoughts and dreams for you may have become anew within his dance.

Personally I do not think he is dead. Yet even if he is, I believe the spirit lives on, so Pan is with us still; play on Pan play on.

See also Athene Greek Goddess

Hermes the Babe

The Great Goat-God Pan

The Three Fates

Behold the God-slayer Typhon – Doom of Zeus – Graphic Novel First Draft

And listen

This piece was originally part of my research for a forthcoming graphic novel with artist Tony Lawrence, but for now I felt Pan deserved a blog of his own. Current artwork for this blog is from myself. This is my interpretation from studying Graves’ Greek Myths and a few bits from the Iliad. Look out for the forthcoming Graphic Novel with Tony: Behold the God-slayer Typhon the Doom of Zeus.