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Back to Olympus: Prometheus

April 8, 2011


Painting by Salvador Dali sourced from


Identity: Scholarly Titan. Friend of mankind.

Description: Handsome, grave, cunning and mature man

Symbols: Primitive human clay figure. Ark. Butterfuly. Narthex (giant fennel)

The Greek Myth

According to the Egyptians, the Titan Atlas was the son of Poseidon, which was a way of saying that he represented a person or persons from across the seas. The people of the magnificent kingdom over which he ruled eventually incurred the wrath of the gods, and Zeus sent a mighty flood that overwhelmed them and permanently buried their island continent beneath the Atlantic Ocean.

Following the Titan’s revolt against the gods, Menoetius was despatched to Tartarus, while Atlas was condemned to stand on the edge of the world and bear the vault of heaven on his shoulders. Prometheus, whose main weapon appears to have been cunning, had a different fate and played an important role in the origins of humanity. According to one early Greek legend, Prometheus was the creator of mankind. With a mixture of clay and water (according to some his own tears) he fashioned the body of the first man, into which the goddess Athene breathed soul and life.

Athene, at whose birth Prometheus had assisted, taught him architecture, astronomy, mathematics, navigation, medicine, metallurgy and other useful arts which he passed on to mankind.  As well as stealing fire from Hephaestus, Prometheus, having been admitted to Olympus by Athene, secretly took fire in the stalk of a fennel plant from the sun’s fiery chariot. After extinguishing the torch, he stole away undiscovered to pass on the narthex containing his gift to mankind.   

[Long story short…..]

Eventually, Prometheus ticked off Zeus, and the father of the Gods had the Titan chained naked to a pillar in the Caqucasian mountains where a greedy vulture tore at his liver all day, and every night the liver regrew. Prometheus was eventually released by the kindness of Chiron during the course of Hercules’ fourth labour, (when Hercules’ accidently shot Chiron with the poisoned arrow….good one you big dope!)


Image Credit: A starving Sudanese child being stalked by a vulture won Kevin Carter the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for feature photograph. The girl had stopped to rest while struggling to a feeding center, whereupon a vulture had landed nearby. Carter said that he waited about 20 minutes, hoping that the vulture would spread its wings. It didn’t. Carter snapped the haunting photograph and chased the vulture away.  However, he also came under heavy criticism for just photographing — and not helping — the little girl.

The St. Petersburg Times in Florida said this of Carter: “The man adjusting his lens to take just the right frame of her suffering, might just as well be a predator, another vulture on the scene.”

Carter later commited suicide.

Upright Meanings

A lawyer or intercessor. Help from outside. Social awareness and welfare. Liberalism. Patronage of the sciences and creative arts.

Reversed Meanings:

Cunning. Casting pearls before swine. A lost or hopeless cause.

Psychological Comment:

Prometheus can represent either the lawyer/advocate or the person seeking his or her services, the suggestion being that knowledge or information should be dispensed by those competent to do so, or sought from those qualified to bestow it. There come times in all of our lives when we need to turn to someone more expert than ourselves for advice or guidance, and inner promptings to this effect should never be ignored. If you practise medicine, the law and so on, and the Prometheus description fits you, be sure that the information you impart carries no damaging effects and that those you are seeking to assist can handle it with a degree of ease.

To render social gifts without thought as to their effects on the recipients can be just as irresponsible as social neglect. The Prometheus persona carries a strong element of responsibility, so – while it can be helpful and caring in its positive mode – negatively it can dispense the tools of destruction.

~ Words Murry Hope, Olympus: An Experience in Self-Discovery

From the Muse

Nova is one of Australia’s free wholistic journals and I picked up the April issue today, in which a Promethean-like account was related, that highlights the above.  James May, your average person-off-the-street writes:

Some years ago I had my astrology chart drawn up and was told that I have the “victim” archetype in the house that defines my “relationship to the world”. I was disappointed, even a little offended by this pronouncement, even though the reader assured me it wasn’t set in stone. Indeed, I could rise above this destiny if I was determined, she said.

I walked out quite distressed. I had to admit this was an accurate account of my experience, particularly my youth”.

What disturbs me about James’ story, is that this astrologer identified an archetypal pattern, gave it a negative label, then provided no further assistance, offered no strategies on how James could integrate this Script, and left him to walk out (after paying), “quite distressed”. 

Vultures are everywhere.

Chiron, Activities Director, Camp Half-Blood

Shovel Centaur-apples at Camp Half-Blood

Previously on Olympus:

 The Artistry of Atropos

Spring Racing Carnival ~ Pegasus

Hercules ~ Million Dollar Hunk

Beyond the Looking Glass – Pandora

Hades ~ Games, Changes & Fears

We’ve Started a Fire – Hestia

The Sirens ~ Shakespeares Sisters

Song of the Paddle – Odysseus  (Dr Seus??)

Lachesis ~ Olympic Lawn Mowing

At Breath’s End ~ The Four Winds Part I

 The Four Winds Part II ~ The Farter has Fallen ~

Get your Jammin’ Words In First ~ Silenus

The Horae ~ Yesterday’s Truth

Starbucks ~ Cerberus Part I

 Cerberus Part II ~ Wagging the Dog

The Fate of Second Place ~ Lachesis

Hera Part I ~ A Force of Nature

Willow and Bitterness ~ Hera Part II

“The Gods of Greece are cruel!

In time, all men shall learn to do without them!”

~ The Book of Squirrel ~

Ratatosk, Norse Mythology


Neptune: trapped by archetypes

April 8, 2011

I’m not another cinderella
Waitin’ for a Rockafella
If the shoe don’t fit, then that’s it
I don’t need a storyteller
~ Shakaya

Image Credit: Freeonlineserver

Trapped by Archetypes

Researchers have found that our minds naturally create narratives around the facts of our lives, and the way we tell our personal stories strongly influences how we see ourselves as well as how we behave.

None of us start out as pessimists. In fact, most of us once believed that we could enjoy a Disneyesque tale of wonder and joy, with endless fun all day and fireworks every night. But then life happened.

If we examine the stories we tell as adults, we almost always find that they’re variations on ancient themes that have been represented throughout the ages in fables and fairy tales. As we grew up, we unknowingly became trapped in one of three archetypal stories, all of which promised us joy but ended up delivering misery.

The three fairy tales that become core scripts for our bad dreams are:

1. The story of King Midas, which turns into the nightmare titled “I Don’t Have Enough.”

2. The story of the Lion King, which turns into the nightmare titled “I’m Too Old and My Time Has Passed.”

3. The story of Cinderella, which turns into the nightmare titled “I’m Too Wounded to Have Power.”

Once we recognize that we’re living according to one of these archetypal scripts, we can consciously choose to rip it up and start over with a new story. But first we have to be honest about just how much we’re conforming to a fairy-tale fantasy about what will make us feel happy and fulfilled.

~ Words: Alberto Villoldo, Ph.D; Courageous Dreaming – How Shamans Dream the World into Being

"Here is the stuff of which fairy-tales are made; the Prince and Princess on their wedding day", 1981

So said the Archibishop of Canterbury — with all the 600 years of Chaucer’s anglophone word-coining power behind him — to start his homily at the wedding of Lady Diana Spencer and Prince Charles. ……. Kate Middleton, like Diana, now has what Umberto Eco called the aura of burnt flesh — referring to martyred saints — about her, sporting Diana’s own sapphire of death by paparazzi, along with all the other rivetting attributes of being struck by lightening, chosen by God and Prince William, and being Captain of the Girls’ Team. Diana was, and Kate is now. [Read more]

~ Words:

What’s Your Story?

I wasn’t aware of the Power of the Fairy-Tale until I read Women Who Run With the Wolves in 1992/1993. There I learned about fairy-tales that were entirely new to me;  as they were to most of us who had childhoods parked in front of the TV, anxious to get home from the Sunday Drive in time to watch the opening credits of The Wonderful World of Disney.,….. with the castle and the fireworks.

There are more than three core scripts. There has to be when you consider all the stories we have soaked up, via all the storytelling mediums that are available to us.  And there are way more interesting scripts than the three that Villoldo has nominated ~ they’re too easy, and they are the most prevalent because they are effortless. No-brainers.

I mean, if you are going to have a Nightmare Script running, make it a good one. One that forces you to work, to break into a sweat, and to give you such a seismic scare, that your Higher Self  just pops right out, slaps you upside the head, grouching:

Read THIS One!!

I had to really think about the fairy-tale that I liked the most as a child, the one whose script has been covertly running behind the other operating programs.  There are the usual suspects: Snow White, Cinderella, Rapunzel, Rumpelstiltskin – and the latter would fill me with a sense of outrage, that the dwarf had been stiffed. An early indication of the Devil’s Advocate archetype having a front-row seat in my consciousness. I had to grow up some before I recognised The Miller…..and that’s another story. 

As an aside: Just as the Greek myths are full of clumsy gits who trip over arrows, get wounded and die, I have noticed that children’s fairy-tales seem to be abundant with deadshit dads.  Were these Wicked Stepmothers really wicked or just POQed with the mythology that says the good guys are always taken, so they believed a Widower was a good guy back on the market? 

I mean, I never bought it that Cinderella’s old man didn’t know how she was being treated…………so what is this fairy-tale really about? The Power of Denial?  Never leave home without it.  Or does it covertly show the shadow archetype of the Ambivalent Care-taker…..

However, it is the Grimm story of The Gallant Tailor who killed seven with one blow, that has been  hissing the lines from off-stage; rich with totemic symbology and the parallel with the seven chakras is just too delicious not to Estésfy.

It is also a very intriguing medicine story for a little girl who grew up to develop an Anxiety Disorder, the seeds of which had already been planted……and that reminds me of Jack and the Beanstalk,  an analysis of which can be read here.

I’ve never particularly cared for Jack, yet there have been plenty of times in my life when I have made a poor trade – losing my cow for beans.  A regular conflict in my childhood, was the Broad Bean War: I hated them, dad insisted I clean my plate, and mum deliberately gave them to me, because she liked using me as the pawn to aggravate her husband.   The sadomasochistic script that my parents played out, with me in the middle, was not the stuff of fairy-tales and, sadly, this sort of emotional abuse is all too common-place.  It’s a Virgo-Pisces thing for the evolutionary astrologically inclined..

So with that early background, you betcha I was going to hop away with the first Frog-Prince that turned up; from one swamp into another….and another….and another.  And nobody buys the cow if they’re getting the milk for free ~ and that cuts both ways.  I didn’t want to really marry them either but the test drove me into a brightier and shinier relationship ~ with myself.   I made my own  happy ending! 

The High Priestess

High Priestess imaged sourced from celticradio

About Shakaya

They were a two-piece girl group from Australia, that consisted of Simone Stacey and Naomi Wenitong, two Cairns, North Queensland based songwriters and performers. The two met at the Atsic Music College in 1999 while studying an Aboriginal and Torres Straight Islander music course and they had both been writing individually before they met each other