Details from 'Allegory of Spring', 1670, by Nicolaes Pieterszoon BerchemĀ (Dutch, 1620-1683)
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Details from 'Allegory of Spring', 1670, by Nicolaes Pieterszoon BerchemĀ (Dutch, 1620-1683)

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Swiss painter, FƩlix Vallotton (1865-1925).
I love the mystery in his paintings. Itās like those enlarged photos in BLOW-UP (1966): you see the vague contours of something sinister. But youāre shut out, this isnāt your business. You sense the stillness of a crime scene. Clandestine meetings, lone wanderers, people disappearing in the bushes. What is that man doing in the first painting? Secretly stalking someone? The title of the painting is āThe Satyr in the Bois de Boulogneā...
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thought id pitch in to the Apollo Meme Communityā¢
Apollo and Hermes
By Jean Cocteau
According to Greek Mythology, the island of Delos is the birthplace of Apollo.Ā
The Temple of Bacchus at Baalbek,Ā Lebanon, ca. 150 AD. This stunning Roman temple, still very well preserved, is actually larger than theĀ Parthenon of Athens.
Photos courtesy ofĀ Varun Shiv Kapur.
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Statuettes of gods found in the lalariums of the Pompeii and Herculaneum houses, Italy
i just had the weirdest moment, i was feeling my front teeth with my tongue because theyāre the tiniest bit crooked, and then i had the thought āiāll check if theyāre also crooked in my other mouthā and then i realized to my shock and confusion that i have only one mouth, leading me to believe that in a past life i was a terrible monster with two mouths
A few months ago, I thought to myself āMmm Iām so tired⦠how much longer in this one again?ā and I knew instinctively what I meant by āthis oneā was this body and this life. I then spend a few wide-eyed moments having an identity/existential crisis like how many times have I been on this earth to have such an instinctive response to being bone-weary to my soul? No one can really answer, especially not me.
In July 2017, one night I woke up around 2 a.m and blurted out in a quasi professorial voice āthe Equinox Bird has infinite beaks, all in the wrong direction, and infinite eyesā and I donāt know what the fuck I was dreaming about but it still haunts me. It seemed like a very important information for a few seconds.
i really appreciate the last commenter giving us an exact date and time like that information needs to be preserved
One time I passed out on the couch after going a few days without sleep, and when I woke up mom said I had been speaking in German in my sleep, and it sounded like I was ordering people to build something
When I was like 5 my mom took me to the grave of her friend that died of cancer and I asked what happened and my mom explained that she died and i fucking said āI died onceā and my mom asked me to explain and I went into pretty detailed explanation about how I died in a war because āI got stabbed by a gun with a knife at the endā (my exact words) and I met god and she (sheās a woman obvs) asked if I wanted to stay or go back to earth and I said I wanted to go back so I chose my mom cause she was struggling to have a baby (she had me through IVF) and lemme tell you that changed her like nothing will make you second guess your religious beliefs like a five year old explaining heaven and god to you
this post is a fucking ride and it reminded me of something i forgot
one time i was playing on my wii (like 5-ish years ago) and i thought to myself āi havenāt checked on rowan in a week, has he died from the plague? :(ā and i didnāt think anything of it for a bit until later when i had a āwhat the fuckā moment
I love this kind of shit because it happens to me all the goddamn time. Like:
-The other night I rolled over in the middle of the night to shake my partner awake, proceeded to tell him how I was glad that āthis time round we would truly have the freedom to love each other properlyā and how his hands belonged to his last self, but his eyes had never changed in all the lives Iād known him. And he just laid there in the dark like wtf because I was asleep. Like Iād woken him to tell him that all in my sleep and then left him to have a crisis.
- Watching the history channel with my Pop on the couch, tender age of 7, and theyāre talking about crucifixion. And my pop, ever the funny man, is like āthat looks like it aughta hurtā. And I just turn to look at him and without hesitation reply āonly at firstā. And heās like āwhat do you meanā and tiny me just shrugged and said āwell thereās a place beyond the hurt where everything just stopsā and he turned the telly off and left the room.
- night before Christmas 2012, dreamt Iād been stabbed in the lungs by an angel with the face of a falcon. He looked at me and told me he had to do it, so that āmy next breath would come as a rebirthā. When he started to glow so brightly that it burned my eyes, I woke up to all the lights in my house on and a dark bruise beneath my rib cage. Will admit, that one freaked me out.
- walked past a graveyard with a friend back in middle school on the way to her house, and mid conversation I stopped talking and stood stock still, looked over at the walls,and quietly said āI have a friend in thereā. Then picked up the conversation and continued strolling like nothing had happened. To be fair, I didnāt realise what Iād said. She still tells me Iām the reason she canāt walk past that graveyard anymore.
- a couple of years ago when I was in Wales I walked past an old stone house just outside of Aberystwyth, and just started to weep. I had the overwhelming thought that I needed to be in there to get dinner ready for the children, but in a different life so long ago and so impossible to reach, that thefeeling of loss was instant and overwhelming.
- was about to use a pedestrian crossing, when my whole body just sort of went hey donāt do that, and so I stopped and put my arm out to stop the woman who was crossing behind me, and 2 seconds later a car came skidding around the corner and crashed into the tree on the other side of the crossing, and I just whispered āha, not this timeā and didnāt really think about it until later when I realised Iād nearly died again. (Btw i waited for th ambulance to show up and the dude driving the car was fine, just hit his head and was drunk af at 10:30am on a Thursday).
- another dream I had just this week, I was sitting in an otherwise empty cinema with a tall, thin man. I canāt really recall what he looked like, except he was well dressed, impossibly pale, and he kind of blurred when you looked directly at him, so I mainly watched him out the corner of my eye and looked ahead at the blank movie screen. He was holding my hand, and he asked me if i enjoyed my life. I said yes and explained why. He then said, almost verbatim, āAnd how does this one weigh against the last? Can it tip the scales, or is it, at last, to be found lacking?ā And I replied, almost verbatim āI weigh my lives against my joy, and each life I find there is more joy to be discovered.ā He replied with a laugh, lifted my hand to a kiss and said ātill next time thenā and disappeared. I woke up in the dark with both my cats sitting on me, alert, and staring out my bedroom door.
So many more, but these are the first that come to mind.
When I was little, my mother, my sister and I would dream in unison so often that one time when my mother was having a rather dull dream about golf my tiny 3 year old self shook her awake and told her to stop because it was boring. She dreaded having nightmares because both of us would wake up shrieking.Ā
My sister and I have also been known to argue in our sleep. Witnesses assure us that whatever made the shouting start, we both knew what it was and were mad about it. We donāt need to be in the same room for this.
We also stayed in a haunted house for a while. An old lady had fallen in the chilly hallway just outside the warm kitchen, broken her hip, and couldnāt reach high enough to open the door, so she died of hypothermia a foot away from a telephone and warmth. Without fail, every person who stood in that spot and tried to open that door - the single most used door in the house, being between the kitchen and the bathroom and front door - felt cold and found themselves scrabbling frantically at the door handle, which was always strangely hard to open from that side. You got used to it to an extent, but it always hit strangers hard.Ā
A comforting thought perhaps? To worshipers and devotees of Apollo -
Sometimes Heās there so much so you can almost feel His touch. And sometimes Heās just gone, you canāt feel Him at all and wonder when youāll get āitā back. In those moments I like to think we are like His arrows. He picks us up, directs us, and then releases us from his bow - thatās when He suddenly vanishes into the background and you seem adrift. But all youāve got to do is trust Heās behind you, and know that His arrows never miss. Youāre going where you need to go, follow the direction He set you on. And He will come back, pick you up back into His quiver, until the next time He needs you to hit a mark <3
(I need this in prayer form)
āHis remotness is uncommonly illuminating for the nature of Apollo. If we compare him with Athena, the great difference between them becomes clear instantaneously. Just as she is the ever-near, so he is the withdrawn. He accompanies no hero as faithful friend, as ever-ready helper and counsellor. He is not, as Athena is, a spirit of immediacy, of clever and energetic mastery over the moment. His chosen ones are not the men of actionā
ā The Homeric Gods: The spiritual signifcance of Greek religion by Walter F. Otto.
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ancient greek word of the day: κακοθεĻĪ®Ļ (kakotherÄs),Ā unfitted to endure summer heat
Door of Apollo's Temple at Naxos.
*Picture was taken by a member of one of the pagan groups I'm in, who gave me permission to repost them here. Ain't that sun peeking out there beautiful?