[ 10.10.2003 ]
I am that I am - as She is, she's not meI surrender to the power of quizzes
EDITED 9.10.; filled in a few gaps in train of thought
This absolutely wonderful, kind of a non sequiteur: I strayed from reading Russell's series on concept of evil (1, 2, 3 and 4) to intensively concentrate on details on Hekate, as I came up with an idea worth making a small time research on... After going through some treatises on the classical resources (not secondary, mind you) for hours, I eventually called it for a break. Right, let's surf for the lesbian pr0n or those bloody quizzes. That's right, I'm a lost soul, too, I do take quizzes and test occasionally when surfing the web. I know, I know... But let's forgive me my little weaknesses today, okay?
Now: Greek God test? Let's have one! Last time it was Apollo, the time before that it was Hades, before which it was Apollo if I remember correctly. Sometimes it's been close to Hermes.
Hecate
?? Which Of The Greek Gods Are You ??
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AND not surprisingly, now it turned out Hekate. What was rather surprising was that it gave me the result with the most unorthodox linkage to Hekate. Practically non-existent, one might say! "fun and generally quite friendly"(sic), are definitely the most unlikely things I should wait for the excuse/definition of personal traits that should link me to this Goddess. Yes, they are all too usually attributed to me, but not to Hekate. At least the "fun" part sounds a bit misplaced. Not that Hekate was all about being the dark Hekate Kthonios, either, no. Yes, she's all too usually attributed by neo-pagan misconception, seeing her simply as "The Crone" of threefold Goddess (for convinience of 1900's ritualistic texts' writers' preferences, I believe), she's not all about being chtohonic figure. But even if Hekate was seen as a beautiful torch bearing figure (Hekate Phosphoros or, in Latin, Hecate Lucifer, the Light Bringer aspect of Hekate), meaning positively benevolent it still didn't equal with being "fun", in my opinion.
Anyhow, she found me, even if for wrong reasons, eh? I've got to give in, ways of the web-based-fundom-quizzes are mysterious. It's a non sequiteur. And a screwdriver is a monkeywrench. A is as B is, because A has attributes A1-n that B doesn't have. (Well... logically I don't see why the clause should suggest that person behind the test was just screwed with his/her information, because it doesn't follow at all that B should have ALL the A's traits to be as it is - not outside logic)
More information on Hekate in internet, you might like to check
this out, also.
Concerning books on Hekate, wether because arousing academical intrigue or of neo-pagan/esoteric beliefs, check out:
Goddess Hekate by Stephen Ronan,
Hekate in Ancient Greek Religion by Rob von Rudolf
The Rotting Goddess by Jacob Rabinowitz (who seem to divide readers opinions on his own right)
Hekate Soteira by Sarah Johnston, studying Hekate in Chaldean Oracles that neoplatonists embraced; and thus naturally
the Chaldean Oracles too (the version here is that of the Twilit Grotto Esoteric Archives).
But should you know any excellent treatises on the "Grand Old Lady", or are working on one, or Her, feel free to tell me.
You're telling me?
Mr EagleOwl [8:22 AM]
[ 10.07.2003 ]
oooops...now where did that come from?It sure is nice day out there, rain and all. Wonder if it will stop this time next year. Time to dig up The Sky's Gone Out and read about antediluvian times. Anyway, I've got too much sparetime to write more right now. Everybody probably saw it already, no use hiding it. You... Oh, nothing , just one of these you know... No, not THAT one, no, not that I'd notice. Heavens! See, every now and then... eh... if we just agree on this on, what would you say, that I didn't do it, okay?
Mr EagleOwl [1:04 AM]
[ 10.06.2003 ]
It's a Sign!...the Day surely is nigh
My life changed two weeks ago. Another fine Friday noon, ending a stroll to my way at work. Suddenly, something got me from the corner of my eye. I couldn't see first anything but the familiar display window of an instrument retailer I walk by all the time. Nothing there. Turned my head round on sunlight, took a step, stopped and looked again as my brains insisted me to believe my eyes. A twelve-string bass guitar of legends. A presage of a religious experience (like the second or third coming) had itself installed in my being. From head to toes. What followed was a silent but inside my head a very unquiet 24 hours. Even now I'm thinking awfully lot in lines like "it's send for me, isn't it?"
Testing this unholy Messenger of the alien Gods-that-make-all-disputants-a-terrible-mess the next day disclosured my GAS (short for gear acquisition syndrome, not breaking wind). It helped me a bit to have a go with it. Helped me to realise I have to get a loan if there's no other way purchasing it. And now I'm waiting, in religious serenity, waiting for it to trigger an apocalypse of an era of a sound, using me as a vehicle for tons of overdriven low frequencies with screeching, distorted harmonics. Ah! The strumming and groaning it gave. The musical noise it produces - all that feedback and natural chorus-effect style harmonies, all so sentient to the somewhat Erisian organic overdrive and player. Life is so sweet.
You're telling me?
Mr EagleOwl [10:39 AM]
