Sunday, November 27, 2011

The dream, part 2


Today I will tell you more about the weird dream I had at the age of 15 and which had remained indelibly etched in my memory.  I recalled it back in 1989, when I scaled the acropolis of ancient Amathus, in order to visit the Temple of Aphrodite for the first-ever time. When reaching the top, I looked upon pieces of marble from the Temple scattered on the ground next to the Temple’s very foundations. In that dream, I had seen myself scaling a large, steep rockface. It was night time, the air thick with mist, and a full moon in the sky. On reaching the top, I found myself face to face with a magnificent temple, gleaming in the pale light of the moon. Suddenly, the area was struck by a terrible earthquake. The ground shook, and the temple started to collapse. Scared, I ran to scale back down the rockface, but this was now impossible. I found myself standing on the edge of a sheer vertical cliff, and there was no way down. It was then that a beautiful young woman dressed in an archaic-looking white gown, appeared behind me. In the darkness, she shone brightly and, smiling at me, reached out to me with her hand and said, in a calm voice, “Do not be afraid…”

As I mentioned in the previous post, everything that happens in our lives happens for a reason. It was then that my acquaintance with Cypriot artist, lover of antiquity and researcher Goris Gregoriades  played a determining role and opened before me a whole new world.  Goris Gregoriades “initiated” me in an up-till-then unknown to me aspect of the adoration of Aphrodite which has to do with archaeoastronomy. This matter, which was indeed greatly interesting, had as a result my launching of the production of the documentary “ENTELECHY” which, as I’ve already mentioned, took the best part of 20 years. How I succeeded in realizing this production, as well as what it includes, I will be posting in subsequent blogs. 

“The heavens teach us to observe and the earth to remember. Blessed is he who has beheld the Mysteries. He knows the end, he knows the divine origin of life."  With Pindar’s verses as a starting point, I entered the gates of mystery, attempting to decode the secrets hidden in the primordial stone tablets of knowledge, with Goris as my guide in the journey of initiation.

The ancient Greek civilization is a primary source of inspiration for Goris the painter.  His lack of academic training in areas contextual to his research did not prevent him from penetrating into the very depths of archaeoastronomy and philosophy. With their help, his restless and creative spirit was led to a profound and unprecedented discovery: that the distances between three sites of worship in Cyprus form an isosceles triangle. As for their orientation, it is directly linked to the rotation of the sun.

The archaeological site which lead Goris to discover the unique geodesic discovery, is the temple of Apollo Hylates. The temple’s unorthodox orientation in relation to the opposite building was the stimulus that prompted Goris to note its alignment with the sun at midday on the day of the summer solstice. Goris recalls the day he made this discovery.

“It was here, at this temple, which had interested me for decades and was my primary subject of research, that my questions began. Because even though this place, particularly the temple of Apollo Hylates, belonged to the Priesthood, I noticed that they decided to position architectural constructions along oblique lines, and there must have been a reason for that. And that reason is what I have been speculating on for decades. I got my answer in 1989, when I came here and saw that on the longest day of the year, when the sun is as its brightest, its grandest position in the summer solstice, it aligns with the sanctuary of Apollo Hylates.”

Indeed, at midday on the summer solstice, the sun lies at a 10-degree angle from the vertical axis over the temple of Apollo Hylates, which is also the exact declination of the temple’s facade from the opposite building, just as Goris had noted. This declination also corresponds to the geographical distance between Ancient Syene – modern day Aswan in Egypt – and the temple of Apollo Hylates in Cyprus. Goris calculated this using the method of Eratosthenes. The great philosopher, mathematician and geographer of the Alexandrine School, was able to calculate the circumference of the Earth by measuring the angle of the sun at midday on the summer solstice in Alexandria, measuring also the distance between Alexandria and Syene, where on the same day the sun would, at midday, appear directly overhead, its rays lighting up even the bottom of wells…  (to be continued)


Saturday, November 26, 2011

Aphrodite and the holy cross

Currently researching a possible connection of the holy cross with Aphrodite! I accidentally came across a piece of information that I found very intriguing: the site of the church of the Holy Sepulchre was originally a temple of Aphrodite, built by the roman emperor Hadrian in the early second century. Emperor Constantine ordered the demolition of the temple in 325 and directed his mother Eleni to build a church devoted to Jesus. While in the process of  excavating the site, Eleni has allegedly discovered the holy cross under the temple of Aphrodite! 

She immediately set off for Constantinople, but was forced to land in Cyprus due to bad weather.Cyprus was in a bad way. It had not rained for a very long time-some 36 years.The land was filled with snakes, and many of the inhabitants had fled elsewhere. After a vision she had, she decided to built churches throughout the island.Story has it that the Holy Cross itself miraculously found its way to Mount Olympos, revealing to St Helena where a church should be built. There she built Stavrovouni.The interesting part is that at the specific site laid the ruins of a temple of Aphrodite!

 A twist of fate? Cosmic irony? A series of coincidences?


A fresco from the church of Stavrovouni. On the top left, one can easily distinguish a temple.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

In the Goddess’s Name I Summon You. . .

When greek poet George Seferis paid a visit to the ruins of  the greatest sanctuary of Aphrodite in Palaepaphos, he also visited the church of Panaghia, which is built right next to the site. While standing in the church yard, the scent of oil coming from an old oil press invoked a vision. He saw a girl, a sacred prostitute, offering herself to a stranger, as an act of paying her duties to Goddess Aphrodite.  

In the Goddess’s Name I Summon You...


Oil on limbs,
maybe a rancid smell
as on the chapel’s
oil-press here,
as on the rough pores
of the unturning stone. 
Oil on hair
wreathed in rope
and maybe other scents
unknown to us
poor and rich
and statuettes offering
small breasts with their fingers. 
Oil in the sun
the leaves shuddered
when the stranger stopped
and the silence weighed
between the knees.
The coins fell:
‘In the goddess’s name I summon you...’ 
Oil on the shoulders
and the flexing waist
legs grass-dappled,
and that wound in the sun
as the bell rang for vespers
as I spoke in the churchyard
with a crippled man. 
Filming at the ruins, the church in the back
By George Seferis 1900–1971 George Seferis
Translated By Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Perform the rites of the Goddess

A beautiful poem from Ovid's Fasti, encouraging the women of Rome to honour the Goddess's ritual of preparation for the Hieros Gamos (sacred marriage). 

Hieros Gamos refers to a sexual ritual that plays out a marriage between a god and a goddess, especially when enacted in a symbolic ritual, where human participants represent the deities. It is the harmonization of opposites.

The notion of hieros gamos does not presuppose actual performance in ritual, but is also used in purely symbolic or mythological context, notably in alchemy and hence in Jungian psychology. 


"Perform the rites of the goddess, Roman brides and mothers,
And you who must not wear the headbands and long robes.
Remove the golden necklaces from her marble neck,
Remove her riches: the goddess must be cleansed, complete.
Return the gold necklaces to her neck, once it’s dry:
Now she’s given fresh flowers, and new-sprung roses.
She commands you too to bathe, under the green myrtle,
And there’s a particular reason for her command (learn, now!).
Naked, on the shore, she was drying her dripping hair:
The Satyrs, that wanton crowd, spied the goddess.
She sensed it, and hid her body with a screen of myrtle:
Doing so, she was safe: she commands that you do so too.
Learn now why you offer incense to Fortuna Virilis,
In that place that steams with heated water.
All women remove their clothes on entering,
And every blemish on their bodies is seen:
Virile Fortune undertakes to hide those from the men,
And she does this at the behest of a little incense.
Don’t begrudge her poppies, crushed in creamy milk
And in flowing honey, squeezed from the comb:
When Venus was first led to her eager spouse,
She drank so: and from that moment was a bride.
Please her with words of supplication: beauty,
Virtue, and good repute are in her keeping.
In our forefather’s time Rome lapsed from chastity:
And the ancients consulted the old woman of Cumae.
She ordered a temple built to Venus: when it was done
Venus took  the name of Heart-Changer (Verticordia).
Loveliest One, always look with a benign gaze
On the sons of Aeneas, and guard their many wives.
As I speak, Scorpio, the tip of whose raised tail
Strikes fear, plunges down into the green waves."
                                                                     
                                                                             Ovid's Fasti, April



Aphrodite and the Erotes








Friday, November 18, 2011

The dream


I do not believe in luck or chance. Everything that happens in our lives happens for a reason. Besides, it is absolutely true that when you intensely wish for something to happen, the whole universe conspires for the realization of this wish. I call it synchronicity. I remember back in 1989, when I scaled the acropolis of ancient Amathus for the first time in order to visit the Temple of Aphrodite. On looking for the first-ever time upon pieces of marble from the Temple scattered on the ground next to the Temple’s very foundations, I immediately recalled a strange dream I’d had at the age of 15 and which had remained indelibly etched in my memory since. I had seen myself scaling a large, steep rockface. It was nighttime, the air thick with mist, and a full moon in the sky. On reaching the top, I found myself face to face with a magnificent temple, gleaming in the pale light of the moon. Suddenly,the area was struck by a terrible earthquake. The ground shook, and the temple started to collapse. Scared, I ran to scale back down the rockface, but this was now impossible. I found myself standing on the edge of a sheer vertical cliff, and there was no way down. It was then that a beautiful young woman dressed in an archaic-looking white gown, appeared behind me. In the darkness, she shone brightly and, smiling at me, reached out to me with her hand and said, in a calm voice, “Do not be afraid…”

Thursday, November 17, 2011

The beginning


I am going back in time, trying to determine the beginning of this long journey. I dive into the depths of my internal memory, searching for my first footsteps. My effort to determine the specific day, or even year seems futile now. It feels like it's a journey as ancient as my primary pulse.

As I move deeper into the labyrinth of knowlegde about our Goddess, the journey becomes even more exciting. Records,documents, artifacts, legends and traditions, all transform into keys unlocking  doors locked with rusted lockers. Doors which were shut for eons,  kept invisible, buried deep into the ground by pilgrims of new religions that dominated the ancient ones, stained with blood. Light over darkness,  our soul's flame spreads a faint light on the walls of dark corridors. Our destination...  could it be the entrance/exit of this labyrinth? Who knows? It doesn't matter anyway. What counts  most, is  the journey to Ithaca itself, according to Constantinos Cavafis, the Greek poet  form Alexandria, Egypt.





Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Aphrodite and the Gods of Love


 Her time has come!
 A spectacular homage to Goddess Aphrodite is currently running at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston:


I am enchanted by such synchronicities that keep coming, only to remind me that our mission to reveal the magnitude of this deity is supported by forces greater than we think possible. She does move in mysterious ways!

Here is the synopsis of the publication accompanying the exhibition:

"The most enticing of the ancient divinities, Aphrodite also remains the most enigmatic. Worshipped and celebrated, she has been depicted in ways both ethereal and everyday: it was with her image that Praxiteles introduced the female nude into Western art. As an icon of female sexuality, Aphrodite’s effigy has graced everything from ancient temples to modern cosmetics labels. The ancients, knowing that love conquers all, considered her mightier than Herakles. Aphrodite and the Gods of Love presents, for the first time, a comprehensive and scholarly appreciation of the love deity. Through 158 marble sculptures, painted vases, statuettes of terracotta and precious metal, mosaics, and gems, the book traces the early worship of Aphrodite  as a fertility figure in the Near East, her emergence as love goddess for the Greeks, and her eventual adaptation by Rome as Venus. It highlights the myths surrounding this emblem of sensuality, notably those concerning seduction and marriage, and presents the circle of her lovers and her children, Eros, Hermaphrodite, and Priapos. Aphrodite and the Gods of Love is a feast for the eye and a celebration of desire." 
by Christine Kondoleon with Phoebe C. Segal



Flow

Somewhere along the road. no post signs. And yet a clear feeling that we're heading towards the right direction. Towards the within.


A journey filled with joy, excitiment, challenges, struggles...

A journey that paradoxically gets smoother as we dive deeper into the labyrinths of a story still untold.


Clarity. Calmness. Flow. The stream of eternal radiance...