Hellenic Gods

🏛️Hellenic gods aren't gumball machines. You can't pop in a quarter and get the prize.

They are as capricious and distracted as the ideas and forces they represent.

Remember, there's a reason Hellenism goes down smooth with philosophy.

Our gods are manifestations of natural forces and ideas, not magical skydaddies that focus constant attention on our every move, ready to spank or reward us.

You will never get a sign of any sort.

They are not those kind of gods.

They are practical gods.

Rational representations of real things.

Those real things are what you must focus on. And if you by some freak chance get a miraculous intercession, thank your lucky stars that it wasn't an irrational punishment.

What qualities, concepts, and forces does Athena represent? Cunning, cleverness, valor, wisdom, rationality. If you think that's the kind of goddess who is going to send you signs, you're barking up the wrong tree in the wrong forest.

Instead, think of how you can embody and emulate those qualities in your own life. Be brave, wise and honorable. Solve problems with cunning and not brute force. Think rationally and empirically. Apply science to everyday life. Learn about everything you can. Sacrifice and pray like you are addressing an impersonal force of nature, because you are.

Rationality rewards the rational. Cunning rewards the clever. Valor the valorous. Be those things and that IS Athena being your patron. Both your sign and your reward are you doing those things. Sacrifice to give thanks for cleverness, courage and so on.

Why did Athena love Odysseas?

Was it because he begged her for favors?

No. She loved Odysseas because he was clever, rational and courageous. She was his patron because he had her characteristics. There's a very rational, non magical relationship here. Athena is those things she represents. To be close to her, be like her.

And what do we learn in the Odyssey anyway? That in our most dire moments, we need the gods. And for everything up until then, we better watch out for ourselves.

So get yourself a statue of Athena. Sacrifice to it in gratitude. And try to live up to the qualities she represents…

because Athena does not favor the superstitious.

Ο ταξιδιώτης

Αρνούμαι να βουλιάξω.

Θα είμαι για πάντα ένας ταξιδιώτης του αγνώστου.

Ταξιδιώτης του απέραντου και αορίστου.

Δεν θα παραδοθω σε έναν άγονο ξεροτοπο 

Θα εκτεθω στο απέραντο βαθύ μπλε

Την μαύρη νύχτα του ποτέ.

Τον Ορίζοντα της ήρεμης, προβλέψιμης αβεβαιότητας.

Προτιμώ τον άγνωστο τρόμο από τον γνωστό εφιάλτη.

Σαλπάρω μες στην άβυσσο και μες στην τρικυμία.

Μονάχα για να βρω μια υποτυπώδη ηρεμία.

Χάνομαι στο άγνωστο,

Στο απέραντο το μαύρο

Μέσα σε μια βάρκα από χαρτί

Που λιώνει μέρα με τη μέρα.

Τα κύματα λερώνουν την επιφάνεια 

Και τίποτα δεν είναι σίγουρο ποτέ.

Πιο μαύρα και από το μελάνι της σουπιάς

Άραγε την ελευθερία όπως εγώ την αγαπάς;

Μείνε απόψε εδώ μαζί μου

Μην με ξεχνάς

Θα παλέψουμε μαζί τον σκοτεινό τον τρόμο.

Κάποιες φορές οι άνθρωποι βουλιάζουν 

Αλλες χάνονται δίχως καμία ελπίδα στο κενό.

Ακόμα και την στεριά φοβούνται

Μην τυχόν και ξεβραστεί η βάρκα τους σε εφιαλτικό νησί.

Κι έτσι τελειώνει το ταξίδι μια για πάντα.

Η καρδιά πετρώνει, στα σπλάχνα της ακτής 

Και εύχονται κάποιος να τους πάρει.

Εγώ ποντάρω μόνο σε μια νύχτα της ψυχής

Πιο σκοτεινή και από τον πάτο της θάλασσας

Πιο βαθιά και από τον βυθό της.

Ίσως βουλιάξω στο κενό 

Ίσως χαθώ στο άγνωστο

Ίσως με φαν τα ψάρια ή τα θεριά.

Ή στην παραλία βρεθώ, κολλήσω μια για πάντα.

Τα αστέρια να κοιτώ

Και σαν αυτά να σβήσω

Μέσα στην πολυταξιδευμενη βάρκα.

I want to see the core of you

Dissect me to the core.

Shed light into the darkness

Scream my name, show me more

Of you.

If you want to find me, I will be in the middle ground.

Locked inside.

Nobody knows that

Beauty lies behind closed doors

And dark rooms.

Locked inside.

Guardians holding the gates

Kissing your forehead and keeping you company at night

While nobody can look inside.

Although, the shadows sees them all

Like a sunny day in July.

Hoping that you can find the key and see inside.

If you are not scared.

Μοντέρνα Δουλεία

Ζωή δίχως ελευθερία, μια συνεχής εκπόρνευση για να επιβιώσεις.

Άλλοι δουλεύουν το σώμα τους, άλλοι την ψυχή τους.

Ανταλλαγή του πολύτιμου χρόνου σου,

του λιγωστού χρόνου σου,

για λίγες στιγμές υποτιθέμενης ελευθερίας.

Μοντέρνες πόρνες,

είτε πίσω από γυαλί, 

είτε πίσω από οθόνες

πουλούν υπηρεσίες.

Μοντέρνες πόρνες που υπογράφουν

Τα συμβόλαια θανάτου.

Άλλωτε για σαρκικές απολαύσεις,

Άλλωτε για αγγαρείες.

Άλλωστε αν δεν θέλεις υπάρχουν τιμωρίες.

Εργασίες δούλων

Για μικρό φιλοδώρημα.

Για ένα ψίχουλο που δεν φτάνει ούτε για τα βασικά, μονάχα για το φρόνημα.

Για μια όμορφη αλυσίδα στο χέρι

Για ένα παροδικό λημέρι

Για ένα όμορφο σκοινί στο λαιμό

Για έναν όμορφο τρόπο να αποδράσεις μια για πάντα από εδώ.

Some thoughts.

It is correct, and I am almost sure about that now; In order to be made into something better, you have to risk your complete destruction. You can't change something that already has a form. You need to be dust first and then shape yourself from the start. But first you have to purify the material or you are going to create a monster. 

Walk of Pain

Feel?
Do not ask me how I feel.
Because I live in the land of broken bones
And dreams.
Where there is no tomorrow.
Today I die
After the past tortured my soul.
Yes, I do feel though.
I wish I didn't.

This cruel world
First it kills your head
And then your body.

So don't ask me how I feel.
Those who used to know me
Know how I feel when I write.

The familiarity of it.
The pounding bomb
Ready to crash.

The Creator.

The brush makes the line

While you hold it in your hand.

Delicate, smooth.

Creation

Of mine.

Now you know where to walk on.

Like a pattern cleverly designed

A child cheating on a test

Of life.

Giving life to imagination 

Like a mage creating out of spirit.

Little conjurer

Of time. 

Giving matter forms

Through it you are forged

In love, from love.

In time.

With water below

And fire within yourself.

Body and breath

Blood and soul.

Oneness.

A circle

A cycle

A line.

Personal letter.

Existence

A fine thread

Delicate, fragile.

Carving poems while holding the knife

Can't decide

Whether to cut the thread forever

Or my arteries

And then write with my blood

Filling all the blank pages I was never able to fill with words.

Blood drops falling on the papers of my lifebook.

Like it's the finest handwriting you could ever see.

The Eternal Cycle

In nature you are closer to the gods. You are closer to the natural forms, the original manifestations of the natural forces of the universe. The untamed spirits of the world, little pieces of the divine, that are in fact untouched and free and hidden inside until released to worlds unknown.

But everything that exists within the universe is nature. It is in fact natural and organic. Even it is manmade or not, even it is beautiful or not, good or bad, because man is made of the natural elements within our cosmos so it is impossible for something unnatural to exist within the world. Man cannot make something out of nowhere, he can just recreate something that already exists, and change it into something else. So we give nature the form we actually think, because before everything there is always the thought of it. Thoughts manifest into matter and the cycle repeats for eternity. That's why man is made into god's image, he is a creator but he creates within the natural limits, he gives shape and purpose to life around him. It is illogical to say that man has gotten away from nature because that is impossible. It's his thoughts that manifest bad things out of natural elements that are in fact bad. Because art imitates life and life imitates thoughts.