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.

Melinda -Achelous & Hercules, Hercules, Deianira & Nessus, Hercules & Deianira (Ovid Book 11)

Achelous was a one-horned river god.  Achelous and Hercules trying to win Deianira as their wife.  One boasting over the other.  Hecules accuses Achelous of lying about who he is, they fight a angry fight.  Brawn vs. Tongue, they clas, foot against foot and brow against brow as bulls fighting to win their mate.  Achelous turns himself into a snake and Hercules laughs bragging about the killing of Hydra.  Losing as a river god and as snake, he tries again as a bull. 

This still was not match for Herucles.  He ripped of one of Achelous's horns (the gracious Naiads filled this horn with flowers, fruits, and sacred things.)  The river god was done and at first light the men leave, not waiting for the stream to simmer it's rage.  Now Achelous still sound in mind, masks his one horned brow with weeds and willows. 


But then, Nessus was still in love and wanting Deianira for himself.  Hercules and Deianira depart together but reach the raging stream and for fear of Deianira being harms, reluctantly hesitates to cross.  Nessus steps up and tells Hercules he would be glad to help get Deianira across the river. 


Hercules agrees and once Nessus was across the river with Deianira, he started to flee with her.  Seeing this, Hercules shot his shaft at Nessus striking him through and through.  Nessus spilling blood poison from Hydra's venom that Hercules dipped his shaft in.  Dying, Nessus gave Deianira his tunic (soaked with blood) saying it would help return Hercules if he ever strayed from her. 



Soon Rumor showed up and told many falsehoods to Deianira and she believed them.  Hercules was supposedly having his way with Iole.  After much thought for revenge, she decided to sent Lichas with the tunic to give to her husband so he would return.  Neither Lichas or Deianira new the fate the tunic would bring to Hercules. 





Hercules accepted the tunic and suddenly he was being burned to death.  Hercules as he's dying a much painful and grusome death, pleased to Juno to feast upon him and end his life.  He reminds her of all he's done to help her with her deciscion.  Then Hercules sees Lichas and askes if he was the one who brought death to him.  Trembling, Lichas was hurled into the sea to which her turned into a hard stone.  (I guess this is how licken became).  So with bow and arrow in hand,


Hercules sets himself upon the pyre as the fire rages around him.  The gods are dismayed and afraid of losing the earth's defender, and Jove glad to see this let them know that only the mortal part of Hercules will die.  The part from Jove's side will live eternally. 


Just as a snake sheds his skin to a new, so did Hercules.  Then his father wrapped him in a cloud and laid him with the stars.

Melinda - Scylla, Nisus, Minos to Daedalus & Perdix (Ovid book 8)

Minos leads war on Scylla's village. 


Scylla wanted King Minos's love.  Love for an enemy, she had.  Minos stood there in all his glory and Scylla became crazy with love, lust and desire.  Scylla could decide whether to welcome or mourn the war Minos brought.  She becomes insane to win Minos's love by offering him anything of value in her world. 
Her gift to Minos would be to end this war and win his hand.  Her father's purple tuft is dear beyond any other values, so she plan to steal it from her father.  After obtaining the fatal tuft, she offers it to Minos and let him know that she preformed this act out of love. 



Minos rejects this offering in disgust and asks the god to bannish her from he world of land or sea. Scylla pleads why?  All else from family to village have shunned her.  Scylla lashes out with word to get back at Minos.  Now with grief for what she has done, she asks to be punished by death for her crime. 



Wondering why Minos should claim right to punish her, when her action were to benefit him.  (then I am lost).....Minos leaves on his ship.  Scylla flees after him along side the ship stern.  Her father see her and turns himself into an osprey, swooping down upon Scylla and turning her into a bird called Ciris.  Minos returned to crete and turned over the 100 bulls to Jove.  Minos shame of his family grew (lost again - not understanding who is ashamed of whom or who turns one into the labyrinth) 


Daedalus designs this labyrinth, a maze of endless paths.  Minos jailed the minotaur (biform bull-man) into the labyrinth. (where, when and whom was this minotaur born from?) 


Minotaur killed by Theseus and Ariadne. Ariadne use thread to lead Minos out of the labyrinth. 


Minus not really greatfull, leave Ariadne by the shore where Bacchus sees and admires her. His admiration leads her to the skys - now a costellatin.  

 Daedalus is weary and wants to return to crete.  His artisty of wings and the admiraton of his son, Icarus leads to an ill fated path.  Upon creation of both sets of wings,


Daedalus guides and teaches his son how to fly.  Upon leading the way, the boy is in awe of his surroundings and flies to high, allowing the sun to scorch his wing, melting the wax.  Icarus falls to his death, now an island called Icaria.  While giving his son to the earth,


Daedalus notices a partridge mocking him.  Not knowing this is the son of his sister, knowing his crime, he throws down the bird.  Minerva who favored characters like the partridge returned him to his previous form, but the bird will never fly to high nor too low.  The hedgerrows is where the eggs are laid.  His name now Perdix.

Melinda - Orpheus, The Bacchantes and Bacchus (book 11)

Orpheus, charming and mezmorizing poet.  Enchanged all those within the woodlands.  Thracian women frenized attacking Orpheus. 


Then the Bacchantes attacked and slaughtered all those enchanged by Orpheus (with song and lyre music), birds, serpents and beasts.  Ganging up on Orpheus, the women kept attacking.
The nearby pheasant started to come to help, the Thracian women retreated them in anger.  Returning to Orpheus, they murdered him.   


Leaving Orpheus in peices, bloody on the banks, the stream Hedrus carried his body parts to the coast.  Just as a snake was about to bit the head of Orpheus, Phoebus turned the snake into stone.


Bacchus saddened wanted to avenge those responsible for Orpheus's death.  He took the toes of the women and rooted them deep into the earth.  During their struggle to free, the faster they turned wooden.  Leaving only an oak tree bearing boughs resembling arms.