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Venus commanded Psyche to go to the realm of Proserpina and Pluto
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Cupid and Psyche lived together in happiness
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Eros: What have you to do with warlike weapons, saucy boy?
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The Birth of Venus ~ Henry Selous (1803-1890), 1852 via
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Sopet was associated with the star Sirius, and she was honored at the “Per Sopet” festival, which means “The coming forth of the goddess”. It was the oldest festival in ancient Egyptian history. As the star Sirius appeared over the horizon for the first time the Egyptians saw in that event the appearance of the goddess cloaked in robes of brilliant light. Sopet poured her cosmic waters onto the earth to begin the agricultural cycle.
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icarus......Frank Frazetta (February 9, 1928 - May 10, 2010)
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demeterish.... Illustration by W. Heath Robinson
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Proserpina refused the pomegranate, Virginia Frances Sterrett Proserpina, the daughter of Ceres, was abducted by Pluto, ruler of the Underworld. After Proserpine was transported to Hades, she made the mistake of eating the seeds of a pomegranate. Ceres was consumed with grief and cast a blight upon the earth, so that it produced neither grain, nor flower, nor fruit. The people of the earth starved and Jupiter was forced to intervene. It was agreed that Proserpina would be returned to her moth
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Jason did not recognize the golden fleece, Virginia Frances Sterrett
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The Dragon's Teeth, Virginia Frances Sterrett (cadmus)
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Medea flew over the city, Virginia Frances Sterrett
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In Scandinavian folklore, the Huldra is a seductive forest creature. Often it's a female but it should be noted that male hulders do appear. They often often lures humans in a charming way but both male and female hulder could be revealed as rather ugly when the glamour was lifted from them. The female huldra is a stunningly beautiful, sometimes naked woman with long hair; though from behind she is hollow like an old tree trunk, and has an animal's tail
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The daughters of Ukko the Creator had sprinkled the mountains with black, white, and red milk,– from this was formed iron. Joseph Alanen (1885-1920): Kalevala
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Born out of Chaos, Nyx was the primordial goddess of the night. She is feared by men and gods alike. Even the mighty Zeus went out of his way not to anger her. by gustave moreau
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Hecate (or Hekate), 1901, pastel by Maximilian Pirner, Czechoslovakian, 1854-1924. The three-bodied goddess in this very unusual artwork holds a key, a sword and a torch. The key may be a symbol for the afterlife; the sword a symbol for war or death and the torch a symbol of light to show the way. Hecate is the Greek-Roman goddess of witchcraft, magic, crossroads, necromancy, wilderness and childbirth.
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Texas Meditates I love her artwork! I had this calendar on my wall when I was younger!
Gustav Klimt. Medicine (Hygieia). 1900-1907; destroyed by fire in 1945
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Heavenly Love and Earthly Love. 1602-03. Giovanni Baglione. Gemäldegalerie, Berlin.
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Morena is a Slavic goddess associated with death, winter and nightmares.
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The Garden of Persephone, R.H. Ives Gammel. 1938.
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Stribog in the Slavic pantheon, is the god and spirit of the winds, sky and air; he is said to be the ancestor of the winds of the eight directions.
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“Bedecke deinen Himmel, Zeus, Mit Wolkendunst Und übe, dem Knaben gleich, Der Disteln köpft, An Eichen dich und Bergeshöhn; Mußt mir meine Erde Doch lassen stehn Und meine Hütte, die du nicht gebaut, Und meinen Herd, Um dessen Glut Du mich beneidest. Ich kenne nichts Ärmeres Unter der Sonn als euch, Götter! Ihr nähret kümmerlich Von Opfersteuern Und Gebetshauch Eure Majestät Und darbtet, wären Nicht Kinder und Bettler Hoffnungsvolle Toren. Da ich ein Kind war, Nicht wußte, wo aus noch ein, Kehrt ich mein verirrtes Auge Zur Sonne, als wenn drüber wär Ein Ohr, zu hören meine Klage, Ein Herz wie meins, Sich des Bedrängten zu erbarmen. Wer half mir Wider der Titanen Übermut? Wer rettete vom Tode mich, Von Sklaverei? Hast du nicht alles selbst vollendet, Heilig glühend Herz? Und glühtest jung und gut, Betrogen, Rettungsdank Dem Schlafenden da droben? Ich dich ehren? Wofür? Hast du die Schmerzen gelindert Je des Beladenen? Hast du die Tränen gestillet Je des Geängsteten? Hat nicht mich zum Manne geschmiedet Die allmächtige Zeit Und das ewige Schicksal, Meine Herrn und deine? Wähntest du etwa, Ich sollte das Leben hassen, In Wüsten fliehen, Weil nicht alle Blütenträume reiften? Hier sitz ich, forme Menschen Nach meinem Bilde, Ein Geschlecht, das mir gleich sei, Zu leiden, zu weinen, Zu genießen und zu freuen sich, Und dein nicht zu achten, Wie ich!” // “Shroud your heaven, Zeus, With cloudy vapours, And do as you will, like the boy That knocks the heads off thistles, With oak-trees and mountain-tops; Now you must leave alone My Earth for Me, And my hut, which you did not build, And my hearth, The glowing whereof You envy me. I know of nothing poorer Under the sun, than you, you Gods! Your majesty Is barely nourished By sacrificial offerings And prayerful exhalations, And should starve Were children and beggars not Fools full of Hope. When I was a child, And did not know the in or out, I turned my wandering eyes toward The sun, as if, beyond, there were An ear to hear my lament, A heart, like mine, To be moved to pity for the afflicted. Who helped me Against the pride of the Titans? Who delivered me from Death, From Slavery? Did you not accomplish it all yourself, My holy, burning Heart? And shone, young and good, Deceived, your thanks for salvation To the sleeping one above? Should I honour you? Why? Have you softened the sufferings, Ever, of the burdened? Have you stilled the tears, Ever, of the anguished? Was I not forged as a Man By almighty Time And eternal Fate, My masters and thine? Do you somehow imagine That I should hate Life, Flee to the desert, Because not every Flowering dream should bloom? Here I sit, I form humans After my own image; A race, to be like me, To sorrow, to weep, To enjoy and delight itself, And to heed you not at all - Like me!”
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Thracian Girl Carrying the Head of Orpheus, 1864, Gustave Moreau. (1826-1898)
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Wotan and the sleeping Brünhilde from Wagner's 'Die Walküre', Act III
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Sujatha Vishnu With Shree (Lakshmi) - Awesome