Melinda - ends of the beginnings (like a poem)

Reflecting back on the semester, I came to one of many conclusions.  We are surely all repeating what has been done before and even in our short "human life" span we live many ends and many beginnings.  I looked back on my 46years and wrote this poem.

the mythos/the story

ends of the beginnings

                        creation

                                    like other creation stories, mine just happened

                                                mortals, gods or goddesses that may have been

                                                            responsible parties unknown

                        birth

                                    I was born of Scorpious, year 64 of the 11th month

                                                I was given the gifts of:

                                                            understand

                                                                        see what other cannot

                                                and

                                                            survival

                                                                        for many returns                    

ends of the beginnings

                        life of wonder

                                    lies in a kingdom of fog

                                                ruled by the god of forgetfulness (I forget her name)

                                                           

                                                            ends of the beginnings

           

                        life of power

                                    negotiator of technology for many in this world

                                                riches, gold and feasts

                                                            corruption and deceit soon arrived

                                                            ends of the beginnings

                        life of lust

                                    mixer of exotic juices from the gods

                                                turning the world into a dancing trance

                                                            lust and sex rain down for many years

                                                                        all were happy in the house of moons

ends of the beginnings

                        the fall

                                    came hard, fast and violent

                                                clouds of dust and cries in the dark

                                                            many years of walking lost in mind

                                                                        looking for death

                                                                                    being rejected

                       

ends of the beginnings

                        the tree

                                    waking from a long sleep

                                                a forest shows itself to me

                                                            it spoke and I followed it around for years

                                                                        a new world, a life, with beauty and song

                                                                                    wild things never seen before

ends of the beginning

                        the knowledge

                                    the fog has lifted

                                                I recollect all that is known

                                                            to help others remember

ends of the beginning

The Logos/The Truth

                                               

                                                                                                             

                                   

                                   

Melinda - 1 minute myth (the bacchantes book 11)

I read book 11 where I found no mention of The Bacchantes.  It mentions a Bacchus and Eurydice and things bout crimes, roots, twisting, escape, furthing rooted, toes, and an oak tree.

When I looked up The Bacchantes, this is what I found:

The Bacchantes Book 11

-       no mention of them in this book so I did some searching

-       also I searched Ovid's book for Dionysus and could not locate him

The Bacchantes/Maenad

In Greek myth

Bacchantes or Maenad's were followers of Dionysus

Their names translate into raving ones.

Abandoning themselves to the wild and energies of nature,

they dress in costumes of fawn skin and ivy leave wreaths around their heads.

 

Dionysus made the bacchantes crazy

throwing them into a state of drunken frenzied dance

becoming excited sexually.

 

They show off their free spirits, but the darker side soon appears.

 

This trance leads to the hunt.

 

No fire or weapons can harm them.

The Bacchantes take powerful pride in this hunt by tearing to pieces humans and animals long their path, sometimes followed eating them.

 

These were the mad women, the nurses of Dionysus

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bacchantes

http://loggia.com/myth/maenad.html

http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-bacchante.htm

http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-bacchante.htm

http://treasuretexts.blogspot.com/2010/11/patience.html

Seth blog on patience sparked a thought in me. 

He states: "In Ovid's Metamorphosis, the heroes make the mistake of not being patient enough and then pay for their mistake at the whims of the Gods. If Icarus had been a bit more patient, he would've flown just fine. Proserpina and Eve impatiently ate forbidden fruits without thinking through the consequences".


In my life I do a lot of work on trying to teach patience and thinking before one acts.  My education lies in helping others realized we must start or continue practicing walking lightly in our lives for our Great Mother Earth's health.  We rush through our lives, through our day in a lack of thought (and even concern) of what we have just done to get to our illusions of need.  If we all had patience, took a breath and thought of each action before we preform it, think of all the changes we could produce to ensure our Great Mother Earth is being well taken care of.

I will state this again and I did in one of my earlier blogs:

"This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself." 
(chief seattle 1854)

http://corrinlaposkimythblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/imago.html

Reviewing some of Corrin's blogs, I ran across IMAGO.  I just posted a blog today regarding how the end is constant in every day, minute and second of our lives.  I wrote this before I read Corrin's blog and I feel she is saying the same thing, but in a more literal poetic form.

Melinda - The Rituals of Death & Resurrection (Frazer 802)

"every new beginning, comes from some others beginning's end"

The words I picked from Frazer today and my comments on it, may not be exactly what Frazer was trying to tell us about death and resurrection, but when I read this is fit well into the last few days of classes on the end being a beginning to an end and so on, and so on.

"For the extraction of his soul would naturally be supposed to kill the youth or at least to throw him into a death-like trance, which the savage hardly distinguishes from death.  His recovery from the violent shock which it had received, or, more probably, to the infusion into him a fresh life drawn from the totem".

What I hear and see (in general) from these words is exactly what we have been talking about in class.

The end (Armageddon) being the extraction of the soul or a death-like trance, death and violent shock is the reaction to those experiencing the end and then fresh new life drawn from the totem represents the new world, earth or whatever is being brought into life.

In a less visual way, these word also represent the continuing end of the recurring beginning.

sleep, the end as we wake
class, the end when time is up
a meal, the end when we are finished
birthday, the end until the next one
holiday, again, then end until the next one
movies allways (mostly in the past) end with "The End"
brushing teeth,
taking a shower,
dancing,
drinking,
having coffee,
running,
working out,
skiing,
hiking,
reading,
homework,

I could go on and on....not a single thing we do at any given time doesn't have a beginning and end.

Finishing this Blog - THE END

(but the beginning of more homework)

I challenge anyone to find one thing that does not end and begin again.

Melinda - "the END sparks my mind" (from 10 18 1 class)

Thanks to Rio, I as able to sit through Thursday's class this Tuesday (without a Migraine).  This had to be the "greatest" class day Mr. Sexon has led.  I am sad that I missed it, but happy I could re-live it.

Upon re-living that day I was frenzied in the mind as it sparked one thought after another.  Here I go....



from class: "end is repeated over and over"
                 "how do you know what you think until you see what you say"
                 "the end of the world has alread occured"
                 "all the world is a stage"

my mind:
      "all the word is a stage"  This creeped me out and the hair on my body stood up.  Since I was a child, I always thought bedtime was when we went to sleep, and in our dreams we rehursed the next days script.  That dreams were the script's of our lives.  To change the script (no recommended) you had to speak to your dreams and know your dream, then requesting an alternate script.  This was not an easy task and sometime the outcome was never what you thought you were writing.


my mind:
     I know death many times over.  Not my personal death (right now), but those around me.  Like many, I had a grandmother pass on, but she was 90 and lived 20 yrs past her mate.  One day she ended up in the hospital.  They told her she could not go home, but she needed to be put in a home (weird).  My grandmother was a advid gardner and had a beautiful backyard full of life.  We always thought we would find her there.  That night at the hospital (before anyone could arrive), she let go.  It was the garden or nothing.



from class:  "don't take life seriously"
                  "we laugh in order not to cry"

my mind:
     I am one of those who looks forward to the "end of the world".  Not for me, but for our Mother Earth.  How tired is she and she shows it to us.  She is sick with the human virus and I can't wait until she "hickups" and cleans house.  She has a history of this...watch out.    (then she will do it all over again)



my mind:
     I have lived 3 deaths and I am on my fourth life. 



my mind:
     A friend one told me this about growing "old" (or getting more mature).  She says. "my life was full with many friends.  The saddness comes to me as an old lady, who show me their empty bed.  Now my life is full of friends memories and with each day passing I become more alone".



my mind:
     "not seeing what has already happened, but waking to the end is seeing"



my mind:
     "I know Deep Sleep because we use to share meals together"



my mind:
     I was told that many have died in my life (mom, dad, aunt's, uncles, grandparents, friends, etc.), but I have never see these deaths, all they left behind for me were picutres of continous life.

I AM A STRANGER OF THE BEGINNING, BUT I AM GOOD FRIENDS WITH CHAOS, SUFFERING AND I AM SURE THE "END".





Believe it or not, communication in this day of age is lost.  Maybe with more communcation we would all see our stories are familar from beginning to end.