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“Great Pan is Dead,” But It Ain’t What You Might Think…

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I happened to read this over at EsoterX yesterday, and it gave me a wacky idea.

But, one cannot discuss the topic of “Great Pan is dead” nowadays without reference to a certain song by The Waterboys, so I may as well get it out of the way first. It’s the socially-responsible thing to do, after all. ;)

Now then. Wasn’t that nice?

So we are literally on the same page with this, here is Plutarch’s passage on this from On the Obsolescence of Oracles 17, in the Loeb edition:

“As for death among such beings, I have heard the words of a man who was not a fool nor an impostor. The father of Aemilianus the orator, to whom some of you have listened, was Epitherses, who lived in our town and was my teacher in grammar. He said that once upon a time in making a voyage to Italy he embarked on a ship carrying freight and many passengers. It was already evening when, near the Echinades Islands, the wind dropped, and the ship drifted near Paxi. Almost everybody was awake, and a good many had not finished their after-dinner wine. Suddenly from the island of Paxi was heard the voice of someone loudly calling Thamus, so that all were amazed. Thamus was an Egyptian pilot, not known by name even to many on board. Twice he was called and made no reply, but the third time he answered; and the caller, raising his voice, said, ‘When you come opposite to Palodes, announce that Great Pan is dead.’ On hearing this, all, said Epitherses, were astounded and reasoned among themselves whether it were better to carry out the order or to refuse to meddle and let the matter go. Under the circumstances Thamus made up his mind that if there should be a breeze, he would sail past and keep quiet, but with no wind and a smooth sea about the place he would announce what he had heard. So, when he came opposite Palodes, and there was neither wind nor wave, Thamus from the stern, looking toward the land, said the words as he had heard them: ‘Great Pan is dead.’ Even before he had finished there was a great cry of lamentation, not of one person, but of many, mingled with exclamations of amazement. As many persons were on the vessel, the story was soon spread abroad in Rome, and Thamus was sent for by Tiberius Caesar. Tiberius became so convinced of the truth of the story that he caused an inquiry and investigation to be made about Pan; and the scholars, who were numerous at his court, conjectured that he was the son born of Hermes and Penelopê.”

Before I get into my novel modern polytheist interpretation of this incident, reported in and to an extent interpreted by Plutarch, let me first say a little bit on why this might be important to me to be writing about at all.

Antinous-Pan and Panantinous are attested syncretisms for Antinous, though not especially common or early ones. Given Antinous’ connections to Arcadia (and the specific story of Pan son of Hermes and Penelope was not just Arcadian-born, but Mantineian, which was the mother-city of Antinous’ colony of birth, Bithynion-Claudiopolis), it shouldn’t be surprising that this association occurs, to some extent; but likewise, given that one of the earliest references to Antinous in the possible Pancrates/Pachrates Lion Hunt poem fragment from the Oxyrhynchus Papyri says that Antinous is “son of the Argus-Slayer,” and thus Hermes, that would then make him a brother of Pan, if nothing else.

The photo above is of a late antique contorniate medal featuring Antinous-Pan on the obverse, and Nike presenting a victory wreath on the reverse. This medal and its significance is not something which has been discussed much, but given that it comes at the end of late antiquity, and that it appears to be commemorating a “victory” in some sense, it has been suggested that the medal may have been issued at some point when an expected resurgence and revival of polytheism in the wake of hegemonic Christianity was occurring. Though the Emperor Julian was not a fan of Antinous, nonetheless someone who didn’t get that particular message might have issued this medal during that period, perhaps.

This is all the more interesting given the general trends of historiographical interpretation of the phrase which Plutarch records as having taken place sometime during Tiberius’ principate. Since the time of Eusebius, it has been interpreted as presaging the arrival of Christianity and the dissolution of polytheism. Robert Graves argued that perhaps it is a garbled message about Tammuz. But one of the problems in this matter for modern people is that the translation of the passage from Plutarch often inserts the word “god” so that it reads “the great god Pan is dead,” when in fact the word “god” is not there in the original, and it in fact reads “Pan the [G]reat is dead.”

Independent of what this might communicate to some people, or the rejoinders of “Yet, Pausanias indicates the cultus of Pan was still going strong nearly two centuries later,” or The Waterboys’ response, “Pan is dead–Long live Pan!” and “The Great God Pan is alive!” or even the major role that Pan plays in the birth of the first two members of the Tetrad++, there might be another way to interpret this, which while I admit is entirely modern and novel, nonetheless finds a resonance with me, and I suspect with many of you reading this as well, that neither occurred to the listeners back then, or to Plutarch and the various other interpreters of the statement.

What if the word “Pan” there doesn’t mean “the God Pan,” but instead just means “the All”? And not just “The All,” but “The All The Great,” i.e. the “Greater All,” a kind of overarching divine force that is the “Big Everything,” or the notion of the “ground of being” and such which is often posited by some who are of a more monistic viewpoint. The death of monism, in other words, might be what is being announced by the mysterious voice here, and not the death of a beloved Arcadian God!

Or, to put it another way, in the words of R.E.M.:

So, how do you feel? ;)



Identity vs. Identification: An Interesting Problem

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I have returned (as of about 11:35 this morning) from my adventures in Seattle at the Esoteric Book Conference, and hope to write a full update on its events later/soon/in the next day or so. Suffice it to say for now that the second day of the conference was even better than the first in terms of the quality of the presentations. Not a single one of them did not have major potential relevance for my work with Antinous, despite the fact that likewise not a single one of them mentioned the name of Antinous (which is rather typical, but oh well…!?!). There’s so much potentially exciting work to be done in the future, one’s mind reels, verily! ;)

However, in the meantime, another subject to write about has come up, despite the continued backlog of posts I’d like to get to soon, and I thought I could knock it out relatively easily today, so here I am.

While various different kinds of “-mania” are not inherently wrong, disordered, and are certainly not evil–so long as they occur only in isolation, and are not part of some overlying psychological problem–there is one sort of mania that I have very little patience for these days, and likewise for the last eight years (and more). I’d like to coin the term “Antinomania” for this particular phenomenon, and thus the people who exhibit it would be known as “Antinomaniacs.” These are not people with an excessive devotion to Antinous, mind you–there aren’t enough of those in the world, in my opinion (!?!), and I’d have to count myself amongst that number if indeed I were making such a diagnosis (!?!–again!?!). What I think is characteristic of “Antinomania” is not the tendency to seek out Antinous wherever he may be found, not only in ancient literature and sculpture but also in modern film and fiction, in spiritual accounts, and so forth, but instead to find Antinous in places that he does not exist, which essentially involves misinterpreting certain things as Antinous when they are not, or were not intended to be portrayals of him. There are occasions where there might be a literary reference that is vague, and which can then be interpreted in an Antinoan fashion, and if this occurs in certain cases (e.g. in a poem by Oscar Wilde, for example) in which an author or a genre has a penchant for referring to Antinous, and knowledge of Antinous in the person who produced the writing is certain, then it can be relatively viable as a hermeneutic. This particularly exists, however, in the tendency to see any and all statuary of the late antique periods which depicts a young and attractive male as Antinous, as well as a great deal of neoclassical statuary produced over the last several centuries. Indeed, in the latter category, many statues are certainly based on existing Antinous sculpture, and if the likeness is good, then they can be understood as Antinous, even if they are understood as someone else, or are intended to depict another figure–the example of Raphael’s Jonah comes to mind as a positive example of such). But what if it isn’t Antinous, wasn’t intended to be Antinous, and wasn’t based with any certainty on an existing sculpture of Antinous? Can such a sculpture be “Antinous for me” without descending into the depths of negative Antinomania?

The answers to that might vary considerably, but I would like to suggest that if one is a polytheist, it’s not really a viable nor laudable tendency. While one can look at a particularly beautiful image of the biblical David or St. Michael the Archangel, perhaps, and decide to use it as a depiction of Apollon, which might be acceptable in certain situations for a variety of reasons, the difference there is that there is no singular and definitive iconography of Apollon (though there are certainly tendencies and patterns in his classical depictions) which says that “these images are only ever Apollon” and “these ones can never be.” Most Deities do not have standard portraits whose features must be copied, and thus their divine attributes are what come to the fore. If this image has higher cheekbones, a different-shaped nose, seems taller and thinner or shorter and more stout, has more or less defined musculature, has a larger or smaller penis, has straight or curly or variously styled hair, and so on and so forth, it may still be of a particular Deity simply due to the presence of those defining attributes. With Antinous, though, we know what he looked like (or, at least, there is an established facial type for him), and it is how we know that a particular image is him despite all of the syncretism that prevails in his imagery. Otherwise, one would never be able to extract the notion that this is Antinous across the attributes of Hermes, Dionysos, Apollon, Silvanus, and many others; instead, it would be as if one singular attractive person–let’s say for the sake of argument Nicholas Hoult–sat as a model for many different Deities in various poses and with a variety of props, but we would not say afterwards “This is the Divine Nicholas Hoult,” we’d say “This one is Apollon; this one is Poseidon; this one is Ares,” and so forth, because Nicholas Hoult’s independent divinity is not established. It’s one of those things which makes the phenomenon of Antinous all the more interesting, but all the more particular as well, and being able to discern with one’s artistic and aesthetic eye beyond “young hot guy with a certain hairstyle” to see who is Antinous and who is not is a skill that must be honed. To return to our celebrity example above, one would not then watch the Percy Jackson films and say that Nicholas Hoult starred as Percy Jackson, and that Nicholas Hoult was also in The Hunger Games, and in fact played three roles in those films as Peeta, Gale, and Finnick because all three of those roles and the actors who play them happen to be young and attractive (at least to some people’s tastes).

[Yet again, a concept in polytheism and/or syncretism is best understood with reference to pop cultural examples–!?! When will this end?!?]

And yet still, there are some misidentifications that are so long-standing and which are to a certain extent standard that the question I gave as my subject line here emerges: what is the line between identification and identity in these cases? In other words, what is the difference between how an image is commonly identified by people (i.e. a question of interpretation) versus what the image was intended to portray (i.e. a question of authorial/artistic intent)? With Antinous, we’ve got a number of those, which are often the relics of earlier studies by the likes of Dietrichson as well as even Winckelmann who are so important in art history that their opinions are still respected a century or centuries later, despite having been proven inaccurate.

One of the most persistent such identifications is that of the Capitoline Hermes, which has often been known as Antinous. In the photo above, taken by Robert Mapplethorpe Sanctus, is the image, and when it was snapped by Mapplethorpe, it was photographed not as some random beautiful ancient nude, it was photographed specifically with the intent of putting Antinous on film. There are images of Antinous that have been produced as reproductions for sale which are based on the Capitoline Hermes, and are marketed as Antinous–indeed, it is one such image that was the first sculptural depiction of Antinous that I was able to obtain (at Heathrow Airport’s terminal 4 British Museum store, when it still existed!), and which I still have. However, I now understand that it isn’t Antinous, and yet…the position I’ve come to is that due to this ongoing and persistent identification for a few centuries, a syncretism has come about. Hermes and Antinous were syncretized commonly anyway, so this is no different than those other situations in certain respects, except that the visuals are not entirely “there,” so to speak, in every respect. The Capitoline Hermes’ hair curls are tighter and smaller and more numerous, and the facial features are smaller and more dainty–to put it rather bluntly, the nose just isn’t big enough to be the Antinous we all know and love. ;)

Other examples of what some scholars refer to as “Pseudo-Antinous” depictions are detailed here. However, I think there are a few which are considered “secure” identifications that are also to be questioned.

Athens–likely in late antiquity as much as today, as befits the city most beloved of Hadrian–especially abounds in Antinous images. One of the “Egyptianizing” images of Antinous that was found there, on Herodes Attikos Street in Marathon, likely where Herodes built a temple to Isis, doesn’t seem to be Antinous from my perspective. Look closely at his face: first of all, he’s sort of smiling more broadly than any other extant Antinous image would be, and the face is fuller and more rounded. No doubt this image was inspired by the Egyptianizing portraits of Antinous, and given that Herodes Attikos was a cultist of Antinous as well as a friend of Hadrian (likely with access to Hadrian’s Villa, where such images were especially prevalent), he’d have been well aware of such images. But if it isn’t Antinous, who is it? I think the obvious answer would be Polydeukion (even though it’s not a perfect image of him either…but then again, it could also be Achilles, perhaps, or even Memnon!). With the Egyptianizing attributes, and the findspot in an Isian temple, it would thus tend to fall into the “Osiris syncretism” category, at least most logically. And yet, because Polydeukion and the Trophimoi’s cultus is based on that of Antinous, it might not be out of character to think of this as a syncretism of one of the Trophimoi with Antinous instead, or Osiris-Antinous, rather than simply with Osiris.

While I could name further examples and show additional photos of this tendency, you have the basic outlines of this mode of examination here. The tendency to over-interpret Antinous into places that he never existed is especially rampant in some circles (avid readers may be able to guess which!), and likewise some scholars also seem to see him or assume his presence where it might be logical but isn’t necessarily certain, as the case is with the example from the purview of Herodes Attikos above. It’s important to think about these things and to consider them carefully. Does the value of any image, sacred or otherwise, derive from its resemblance to or identification with Antinous, even for hardcore Antinoans? Or, can these images of beautiful youthful males be valued as themselves and as different and distinct, and all the more important for that, even for those who are Antinoans? Of course, my answer would be the latter. Just as it would be rude to meet Josh Hutcherson and say “Oh, Nicholas Hoult, I think you’re great!” so too would it be rude to meet a variety of other Deities and to assume that because they took young and beautiful male forms, they were automatically Antinous, and would have to be simply because one decided to identify them as such.


Dies Caniculares 2015

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[About 99% of my things are now moved into the apartment, and the next month will be spent trying to organize all of it, and likely getting rid of a fair few things…probably not books, but in any case…!?! My shrines are still not fully installed yet, but the Antinous one is up, as are some of the Egyptians, including Hermanubis. In any case, here’s some syncretistic aretalogical bits for the day!]

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Agreus to Antinous: I give you all of the skills needed for the hunt, in grace and in strength, in speed and agility, and in respect for those who are killed.

Antinous: Hail and thanks to you, Agreus, who delights in the wild chase!

Because of you, I shall be called Antinous Kynegetikos, Master of Hounds–The Hunter!

I will be the trainer of great coursing hounds with Hekate.
I will be the tamer of Molossians and Vertragi with Herakles and Hermes.
I will be proficient in the bow with Artemis, Apollon, and Eros.
I will be the ranger of woods and mountains in Arcadia with Pan.
I will be the slayer of boars and bears with Zagreus.
I will be the setter of snares with Silvanus and Faunus.
I will be the victor against lions in Egypt with Neith and Pakhet.
I will be the sculptured stone-celebrated sacrificer on arches in Rome.
I will be the recipient of offerings from those who wish to excel in sport.
I will be the great imperial hunter amongst Trajan and Hadrian.

Hail and thanks to you, Agreus!

Hail and thanks to you, Antinous!

Aristaios to Antinous: I give you the skills of the bee-keeper, so that you may overflow in the sweetness of honey.

Antinous: Hail and thanks to you, Aristaios, bestower of many excellent boons to humanity!

Because of you, I will learn to propitiate the Gods for aversion of disaster!

I will be the prophesied and auspicious birth foretold by Chiron.
I will be the son of Apollon and Cyrene.
I will be the child of the divine pursuing wolf.
I will be the offspring of a lion-slaying nymph.
I will be the inventor of cheese.
I will be the alleviator of the scorching heat of summer’s dog-days.
I will be the one who institutes sacrifices to Zeus to bring summer rains.
I will be the relief of those afflicted with Dionysos’ curse for slaying Ikarios.
I will be the father of Aktaion with Autonoë.
I will be called Agreus and Nomios, hunter and shepherd.

Hail and thanks to you, Aristaios!

Hail and thanks to you, Antinous!

Adonis to Antinous: I give you the lyre of my grandfather Kinyras.

Antinous: Hail and thanks to you, Adonis, son of Smyrna!

Because of you, I will be the lover of Aphrodite!

I will be the fosterling of Persephone.
I will be the darling of Dionysos.
I will be the bone of contention between feuding Goddesses.
I will be known with the aroma of myrrh since the time of my birth.
I will be the bearer of the fennel stalk and the lettuce plant.
I will be the red anemone in the shedding of my blood.
I will be the object of anger for Ares and Apollon.
I will be the one castrated by the marauding boar.
I will be the father of Beroe and Priapus.
I will be called the Chthonic Lord on Cyprus.

Hail and thanks to you, Adonis!

Hail and thanks to you, Antinous!

Hermanubis to Antinous: I give you the keys to pass into the Underworld in Egypt and in Greece.

Antinous: Hail and thanks to you, Hermanubis, guardian before the gates!

Because of you, I will be celebrated on the festival of the rising of Sirius!

I will be the son of Serapis and Isis.
I will be the elder brother of Harpocrates.
I will be in the form of a youth crowned with a modius.
I will be in the form of a cynocephalus.
I will be clad in a lorica and will carry spear and torch.
I will be the protector of the dead on their downward journey.
I will be the lord of the necropolis.
I will be the herald of the inundation of the Nile.
I will be the assistant embalmer with Anubis.
I will be the chthonic messenger with Hermes.

Hail and thanks to you, Hermanubis!

Hail and thanks to you, Antinous!


The Midpoint of This Blog…

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While we are actually a few days past the midpoint of this blog now, nonetheless, it needs to be mentioned…

Earlier this year, on Paganalia, I posted about my future plans for this blog, which include closing it down on July 31st, 2020. It was first opened on August 1st, 2010, which means that as of August 1st, it was exactly at half its lifespan. I am very pleased and happy with it, but at that point, every bit of my time and energy that I have left in me will be needed to do things in the real world, in physical space with physical people, and with the Deities and other divine beings. Every moment I can spend writing something which will become a real book will be time more productively spent than writing on a blog, and every moment I can be practicing my devotions (and there will be an ample store of them created by that point!) rather than spending time to create them to be practiced (whether earlier or later than they’re posted) will also be incredibly useful.

This was the busiest Iuchar/Lugnasad I’ve ever had in my life, and that is only appropriate, given that the festival in Ireland, Scotland, and parts of Gaul focused upon tribal assemblies and inter-population gatherings of various kinds, marking ritual observances, but very often for legal purposes, and also for contests and sporting and all the general revelries that can accompany different groups of people gathering that don’t get to see one another very much. Many Gods West accomplished that goal in spades, and I will be saying a great deal more about it in the coming days, when there is time between all else I must try and get done.

So, before I go further in making up for some things I missed, and likewise marking the ongoing march of the year’s festivals and devotional occasions, and reflecting on the issues of the day and so forth, let me do one of the main things that this blog was created to do, and thank the Deities, Ancestors, and Land SPirits who have made my practice what it is, who have inspired this blog’s materials and have given anything of worth I’ve written here its value and its utility, and who in myriad other ways have given me the blessings that have allowed me to live and continue doing this work, as well as the things in the rest of my life.

First thanks and praises go to Antinous, of course–who I will change our common devotional utterance for: Hic est unde vita venit!
Next, thanks and praises to the Three Gods of Skill–Brian, Iuchar, and Iucharba–and their mother Brigit the Poetess, and also to Lug and his foster-mother Tailtiu, and all the Deities of Ireland!
Next, thanks and praises to the heroes Cú Chulainn from Ireland and Memnon of Ethiopia, and to the goddess Amesemi!
Next, thanks and praises to the Egyptian deities who join Antinous in Antinoöpolis: Hathor and Bes, Isis and Serapis, Herishaf and Harpocrates, Hermanubis and Wepwawet and Tutu, and all the Egyptian Deities!
Next, thanks and praises to two great Goddesses: Nyx and Neith!
Next, thanks and praises to Dionysos–the God who must be obeyed–and to Hermes the Leader, and to Apollon the Wolf-God, Artemis the huntress, and to all the Deities of Greece!
Next, thanks and praises to Ianus, Silvanus, the Lupa, and all the Deities of Rome!
Next, thanks and praises to the Divine Sabina, the Divine Matidia, Sancta Julia Balbilla, and all of the Sanctae of the Ekklesía Antínoou!
Next, thanks and praises to the Divine Hadrian, the Divine Aelius Caesar, the Divine Trajan, and all of the Sancti of the Ekklesía Antínoou!
Next, thanks and praises to the Princeps and Sanctissimus of the Ekklesía Antínoou, Lucius Marius Vitalis!
Next, thanks and praises to Qadesh and all of the Canaanite Deities!
Next, thanks and praises to Sabazios, Bendis, Kotys, and all the Thracian Deities!
Next, thanks and praises to the Trophimoi–Polydeukion, Memnon, and Achilles–and to their foster-father Herodes Attikos, Appia Annia Regilla, and their family!
Next, thanks and praises to the Tetrad++, to Panpsyche and Panhyle, to Paneros and Pancrates, and to Paneris and Panprosdexia!
Next, thanks and praises to Glykon and Chnoubis and all the serpent Deities!
Next, thanks and praises to Hanuman, Shiva, Kali, and to all the Deities of India!
Next, thanks to Sarutahiko-no-Okami, Ame-no-Uzume-no-Mikoto, Inari-Okami, and all of the kami!
Next, thanks and praises to Gwydion, Cocidius, and all the Deities of Britain!
Next, thanks and praises to the various Deities that may be in my life in the future, particularly those who became more prominent in my experiences over the weekend: Odin, Loki, Freyja and Freyr, Frigga, and the Matronae!
Next, thanks and praises to all the Ancestors: the male and female ancestors, the gender-variant ancestors, the warrior ancestors, the spirit-worker ancestors, the ancestors in and of the land; and may we also remember the dead who are not yet ancestors!
Next, thanks and praises to all the Land SPirits, especially to Mt. Erie, and the spirits of Whidbey Island and Fidalgo Island!
And finally, thanks and praises once again to Antinous!


Canem Crucis 2015

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[August 3rd]

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It was especially hot at Hadrian’s Villa, even for the Dog Days.

In days and years passed, Hadrian had been known to scold the younger Antinous for going into certain parts of the Villa without sufficient clothing, or occasionally nude.

“This is not a rural haunt in Arcadia, Antinous, nor some Bithynian backwater. Show some decorum, please!”

One night, after a particularly lengthy such lecture, Hadrian had generated a triad of where nudity was allowed without question: the gymnasium, the palaestra, and the baths. Antinous nodded in agreement, and then added, “but what about now? We’re in your chambers, and there’s not a stitch to be found on either of us.” Hadrian tried to reconfigure his pronouncement in a more philosophically pleasing fashion, but became frustrated, and eventually Antinous could not restrain his laughter any longer, and Hadrian joined in…but reluctantly at first.

There would be no such lectures on this occasion, however, as it seemed everyone was simply too hot to wear even the lightest of fabrics or the most abbreviated of garments; the sweat that glazed each person at the Villa was covering enough. The slaves–even the old women–didn’t seem to mind, but Antinous felt somewhat uncomfortable around the Empress and her associates in such a state of undress. Hadrian noticed this a few times, and remarked “You are no Aktaion, and she is no Artemis–you will not be torn apart by hounds for seeing a bit of flesh.”

“Perhaps I’ll go blind instead, like Tiresias did with Athena.”

“Then you’d be far more useful to me! I could use a wise prophet…”

Ordinarily, Antinous would have giggled at such sarcastic jibes by the Emperor, but it was so sweltering a temperature that he was too listless even to laugh slightly, and only smiled.

A naked older male slave, his scrotum dangling like a soaked linen pouch overfull of coins, came into the presence of Antinous and the Emperor in the maritime theatre.

“A gift has arrived, Dominus, from Flavius Arrianus of Nikomedia.”

Hadrian shot Antinous a glance, wondering what it could be.

“Bring it in, then.”

The slave turned, left the room, and arrived back again shortly after, accompanied by a vertragus, a Gaulish hunting hound. It strained on its leash when it saw Antinous and the Emperor, wagging its tail madly. Hadrian bent over slightly to it, and it placed its forepaws on his thighs as he scratched behind its ears. There was a small papyrus scroll attached to its collar. Hadrian removed it, handed it to Antinous, and continued to play with the dog.

Antinous unfurled the scroll and recited.

To the Noble Caesar Augustus P. Aelius Traianus Hadrianus, Twice Consul, Father of his Country, greetings from Flavius Arrianus.

If you are well, then I am well!

Though peace has long been established with the Gauls, the customs of our ancestors do not cease simply because circumstances have changed. Therefore, in accordance with the practices of the fathers of Rome in the days of the Republic, I have sent you this fine vertragus, the finest born of a litter to the exceptional bitch that has been my constant companion and which you yourself admired when last we met, that you may offer it in sacrifice to the Gods and to Juno Moneta in particular after the procession in the Circus Maximus, and that the crux upon which he is offered will stand firm between the temples of Summanus and Iuventus, that the youth of Rome may be protected in this heat and the subtle fires from lightning strikes at night may be averted and not cause destruction of the pristine forests and fertile fields of the countryside in this season.

I send this gift with the sincere hope that you and the Empress are in good health, and with great anticipation of your coming visit to the eastern provinces. May Hermes make your journey swift and without difficulty, and may every God pour blessings upon you, the Numen Augusti, and the Senate and People of Rome, today and each day to come!

Antinous’ brow furrowed a bit.

“Such a beautiful hound…and yet, he is to be sacrificed?”

“The Gods deserve nothing but the finest specimens in offering, Antinous; besides, you have many hounds as it is, as do I.”

“Yes, I understand, of course.” Antinous was quiet for a few moments. “But, to have come all this way and not to have had the thrill of the hunt one last time seems unfitting.”

“If you have designs on allowing him to run away amidst the chase, put them from your mind immediately, Antinous.”

“Not at all!” Antinous was lying, and was glad that Hadrian could never tell when he was. “Nonetheless, would it not be a fitting send-off for the hound, to enjoy the quarry of a good kill once more before he goes to his end on behalf of the Gods?”

“In this weather, do you really want to tax your heart so, even in your youth, with such exertion?”

“It would be no exertion–there are rabbits aplenty around the edges of the Villa; and even deer wander through on occasion. A couch could be brought for you to simply watch the activities, and you could even cast a javelin from a seated position if it suited you!”

Sadly, Hadrian realized, Antinous was serious, and in his youthful exuberance and attempts at consideration he only highlighted how difficult Hadrian’s health really was at that time.

“It would not befit me to half-heartedly cast darts seated like some invalid, Antinous.”

“I didn’t mean…I only…”

“Yes, yes, I know, I know.” Hadrian was beginning to get annoyed. “I find it difficult to say no to you, Antinous, even when my better judgement suggests otherwise. I make the following conditions on your hunt, however: if this hound is somehow lost, or runs away, or is injured, then he cannot be sacrificed, and instead one of your best hounds will have to take his place.”

Antinous gulped, but nodded his head in agreement.

“We will refresh ourselves with some bread, cheeses, fruit, and wine before a bath, and then will depart for this hunt around the edges of the estate. Does that suit you?”

“Yes, it does!” Antinous said. “I have one final request, however.”

“What is that?”

“When this hound is sacrificed, may he not be tortured.”

“What do you mean?”

“To hang alive upon the crux is torturous, and prolongs suffering; in human criminals, this might be understandable, but for a poor animal without rationality, it is far more cruel. If the Gods are pleased with this, then let them make their will known; if they do not wish it, then let the hound be killed before he is nailed to the crux, and let the living hounds accompanying the procession sound his dirge with their barks and cries. None will know the difference.”

“The customs of our ancestors do not allow this, Antinous.”

“And yet, was it the Gods Themselves who ordained this practice, or was it men? If the Gods, then let it be as they have requested; if men, then such practices can be changed in accordance with good sense. You have done likewise on occasions beyond counting; why should this be any different?”

Hadrian hated it when the boy was right, and this time he most certainly was.

“Very well. I cannot divine on the matter myself at present, but perhaps this slave might.”

The dangling-scrotumed slave looked up, somewhat surprised.

“You, you are a Gaul, are you not?” Hadrian asked.

“Yes, Dominus.”

“And you know techniques of divination, yes?”

“Yes, Dominus.”

“Then, divine the will of the Gods on this matter.”

“Very well, Dominus.” The slave took up three small sticks and three small stones from the ground, then drew a circle with his finger in the dirt. He shook the stones and sticks in his hands, and then tossed them lightly in the air, with two sticks falling inside the circle and two stones as well, with the others lying outside it. “The Gods do not demand the hound’s torture, only that his life be offered to them.”

“Then it is as I have said!” exclaimed Antinous.

“Don’t become overconfident, boy,” Hadrian cautioned, “for it is possible to guess on divinatory matters easily in some cases. If you wish to become a prophet, a seer, or something of that nature, then you’ll have to become closer to the Gods in some other fashion before you can boast of your abilities.”

“In that case, perhaps I’ll peer up Athena’s peplos when we reach Athens in the coming months!”

Hadrian lightly slapped Antinous on the buttocks, but smiled as he did so, and the youth did likewise.

“That’s an interesting form of divination, Gaul,” Hadrian commented.

“Surely, he has a name,” Antinous pointed out.

“Oh, very well,” Hadrian said, rolling his eyes. “What is your name?”

“Guidgen, Dominus.”

“Guidgen–an interesting name. Do you know of this custom of the canem crucis?”

“I do, Dominus.”

“And what are your thoughts on it?”

“I am glad that Rome has seen fit to sacrifice dogs rather than Gauls to their Gods, Dominus.”

Antinous placed his hand over his mouth, expecting that Hadrian might not take well to the comment. There was a pause, before Hadrian beamed and began to laugh.

“Guidgen, you are right! You are right! And your frankness shall be rewarded in kind. What do you think of becoming a freedman?”

“I…I have been a slave for my whole life, Dominus. I know nothing else, and have had no other existence.”

“You seem to have a talent for divination. How would you like to continue on as a diviner at my court, and likewise tend to the hounds, but as a free man rather than as a slave?”

“I…I would be honored, Dominus!”

“Very well, then! After the hunt today, you shall have your freedom, on one condition.”

Antinous’ general cheer at the good news suddenly ceased, and he began to worry.

“What might that be, Dominus?”

“Find yourself a tight-fitting loincloth and draw your testes closer to your body. I have no wish, even in this weather, to be reminded of what awaits me should I live another decade or two.”

“Anything, Dominus, anything! Thank you, Dominus!”

“You may see to that now, Guidgen.”

The old Gaulish slave left, elated, with a spring in his step.

“Was that really necessary?” Antinous queried, the crack of a smile on his lips.

“Of course it was! Did you see them? If the man’s phallus hung that low, he’d be mistaken for a donkey.”

Antinous could no longer resist, and began laughing uproariously. Hadrian joined him. The hound barked and jumped at their laughter as well.


Battle of Chaeronea 2015

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Theagenes could no longer stand. His left leg had been hamstrung by the slice of an opponent’s sword, and he was fatigued as it was, and could no longer drag the useless limb along on his still-good right leg. Both of his arms were bruised and cut, and there was some pain, but neither one was unable to heft a sword or shield.

He could not say the same for his lover. He was laying on the scraps of their chariot, still conscious but dazed. He had a severe collision with the front of the chariot when their horses had been hewn down, and had lost most of his front teeth in a bloody mess. His right eye was swollen and blackened as well, and he had a nasty gash running along his forehead. Whether he had fallen on Theagenes’ own spear, or another’s had found its mark, there was now a broken shaft transfixing his lower abdomen.

Theagenes could hear the epinikion being sung already by the warriors of Macedon, and he saw three figures coming toward him. They had dismounted from their horses and laid aside their weapons some distance from him. As they approached, he tried to use his shield and sword as props to straighten himself before them, and to meet whatever threat they might have posed bravely. He could see that his lover, though fighting to stay conscious, was watching him even from his distraught condition.

“You, you are the commander of the Sacred Band, yes?” the bearded, one-eyed eldest of the three men demanded.

All Theagenes could manage was a nod.

“See to him!” a particularly handsome second man of the three commanded, and a small group of physicians came over. As they attempted to approach Theagenes, he swung his sword widely at them, and the soft exhalation of Zephyros could be heard as he was invisibly wounded in the show of force.

“No, there is no need to fight now–your efforts have been noble, and are noted by the Gods. We mean no harm, and are here to help you, and see that you go on living.”

“His wounds are serious, but not fatal,” one of the physicians opined from a safe distance.

“There, you see? You may yet live to tell your great-grandchildren of this event,” the elder of the three men said.

Theagenes shook his head again, and looked back toward his lover. The physicians approached him and examined him, and Theagenes watched them from the distance, unable to advance and defend his fallen lover.

“He is in pain, and will not live much longer,” one of them pronounced.

Theagenes groaned loudly at this, and then looked at his lover–no longer a Ganymede in the beauty of his face, nor an Adonis in the litheness of his body, and now not even a bruised Ares or even a sooty Hephaistos in his beaten state for comeliness. Even if he did live, Theagenes thought, he would not be the shining youth that was the envy of every chariot-warrior in the Sacred Band of Thebes and the darling of every woman in the polis; children would flee from him, and citizens would shudder at his disfigured appearance, no matter how well they knew the tale of his deeds on this battlefield, and so many others…

And yet, Theagenes felt in the depths of his heart not regret, nor anger, nor even sadness that this was the case, but only love: for his lover’s sweet caresses in the past and for the ones they would surely share in the future if they were to live, even in deformity, decrepitude, and the aftermath of this defeat; for his city and his people, who brought forth such Gods and Heroes as Dionysos and Herakles, the scions of Kadmus and Harmonia, and thus of Ares Himself; and for the very vows that bound him and his lover together in this situation, as the last defenders of a free Hellas against the usurping and conquest-happy Macedonians that now tried to convince him to take medical treatment.

“You could be useful, even respected, as an advisor to ur troops in the future, Theban,” the old man said.

Theagenes stumbled toward the dying body of his lover. One of the physicians tried to help him, but he swung his sword again menacingly, and he backed off. He fell flat on his face a short distance before his lover, and then foxed himself upright almost as quickly again. He gave a glance toward Helios above as he felt a wave of intense pain wash over him, and then focused his eyes on those of his prone-lying lover. They grasped bloody-knuckled hands for a moment, and simply looked at each other, and both smiled. Theagenes was even more sure now than he had been a moment before that this thing he felt was love, greater than could be imagined by even the Gods in their most fiery ecstasies. Was that hubris, he wondered? No, for like all Thebans, he was a descendant of Aphrodite as well, and thus love was best embodied in her children’s children, and he was no exception. The ferocity of his love was his inheritance from Ares as well as Aphrodite.

Theagenes knew what he had to do, and his lover’s momentary glance toward the three Macedonians conveyed as much to him as his heart’s thoughts.

If Hellas is to remain free, Philip of Macedon must die. What strength you have left is for one purpose only.

He looked at his lover’s dilapidated form once more, smiled, and then in a motion so swift it was worthy of Hermes, he unclasped his right hand from his lover, turned and took up a fallen spear, and aimed and cast it at the eldest of the three men.

Unfortunately, the young and handsome man took up a shield and blocked the spear in just enough time. He could not, however, block the rage of his father, who strode over and took another spear, jabbing Theagenes from enough of a distance that he could not reach him with his sword, nor stumble further toward him. The spear has pierced his chest, and his life blood was seeping out as all vision became black, and he turned back toward his lover one more time.

The last image Theagenes saw was his bruised-and-bloody-faced lover smiling back at him.

The elder man and the two younger then came over to the dying charioteer. The young handsome man spoke, fighting back tears.

“What manner of monument do you wish to commemorate your victory today?” he asked the charioteer.

The dying man could only furrow his brow in confusion.

“I wish to mark for all time the bravery and valor of the Sacred Band of Thebes. In dying for love of comrades and country, you have minted steadfast bravery, loyalty, and love for all generations to come. How do you wish to be known?”

The charioteer smiled again, and began to laugh slightly, though breath was beginning to seep away from him.

“Liiii…”

“What is he saying?” the old man asked.

But it was too late, and the last breath the charioteer drew in to attempt to speak again was cut short, and his exhalation was not deliberate, but only the slow escape of his spirit from his body.

“It is no matter; let us depart,” the old man said. The physicians had no work to do with the two men, and dispersed to the other wounded.

“Defiant to the end!” Philip said to his son and his friend Hephaistion.

“No: heroic,” Alexander replied.

“If ‘heroism’ is dying pointlessly in a desperate battle against impossible odds, then I agree with you,” Philip replied.

“Heroism is often less, and death is the only way to achieve it,” Alexander mused darkly, through more tears. “How shall we remember them?”

“I believe he was saying ‘line,’ as in the line must be held,” Philip said. “The boy of the commander of the Sacred Band of Thebes was taking up the final battle call to rally who he might to continue holding out. Defiant to the end!” He rushed off to see after the consequences of his victory. Hephaistion and Alexander continued to walk together.

“No, Alexander, I think he said ‘lion,'” Hephaistion ventured. “What creature is better suited to not only signify strength and valor, even in such total defeat and failure, but also to stand as a testament to their heroic deaths?”

“I believe you’re right,” Alexander agreed, and sniffed. “And yet, not.”

“How so?”

“Yes, a lion monument would be fitting for them, so that all will know that the Sacred Band of Thebes fought at Chaeronea, and historians will know of their sacrifice. But he was not asking for a lion as a memorial. He was accusing me of lying, of not saying truthfully how I intended to remember them, not as a victory for myself and my father, but as a victory for what they represent.”

“What do they represent?” Hephaistion inquired genuinely.

“Something that I aspire to, and would have failed at before now, where you are concerned. I would not fail in the future.”

*****

[But Iris and Hermes spoke with one another:

Said Iris: The words “leon,” “parataxis,” and “pseudos” sound nothing alike! How could these Macedonians have confused them for one another?

Said Hermes: My dear Iris, this simply shows how rough and muddled and unclear the poor charioteer’s dying sounds were. The clang of fallen arms, the cries of carrion crows, the groans of wounded men, the crackling of fires, and the ill wind whipping through the plain…all sounding together? The dying man’s whisper could have said nothing at all, and Philip, Alexander, and Hephaistion may have simply been throwing guesses at a blank wax tablet more revelatory of their inner states than reflective of actuality. It’s funny how words sometimes work like that.]


Flower Heroes and Antinous 2015

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Flower Heroes to Antinous: We give to you green stems and leaves, and colorful petals, that you may spring from the darkness of mud and soil with the flashing flourish of life’s vital blood.

Antinous: Hail and thanks to you, Flower Heroes, the enliveners of vision, the fragrances of virtue, and the fruitful children of the Goddess Flora!

Because of you, I shall become a beacon of hope, a palm of victory, and a token of love for those upon the Earth!

Hyakinthos, I will be the hero of Sparta, the beloved of Apollon.
I will be an expert at the discus to the jealousy of Zephyros.

Hylas, I will be the water-bearer of Thrace, the beloved of Herakles.
I will be the envy of nymphs and the drinker of the waters of drowning.

Krokus, I will be the delight of Hermes in games of sport.
I will be the anger of the Gods for the love of Smilax.

Ampelos, I will be the twining vine around Dionysos’ thyrsus.
I will fall from a branch, gored by a bull, from Selene’s spite.

Kyparissos, I will be the love of Silvanus, of Apollon, and even of Zephyros.
I will be the slayer of my own pet stag, the cause of my sorrow and death.

Daphne, I will be the pursuit of Leukippos and Apollon.
I will be the laurel tree on Ladon’s banks in Arcadia.

Lotos, I will be the arouser of Priapus and his evader.
I will be the lotus tree and the sorrow of Dryope.

Narcissus, I will be the one cursed with self-knowledge and self-love.
I will be the longing of both Aminias and Echo.

Hail and thanks to you, Flower Heroes all!

Hail and thanks to you, Antinous!

NarcissusPompeii


Death of Lucius Marius Vitalis 2015

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Since the arrival of the imperial entourage in Athens, Lucius Marius Vitalis had been feeling under-the-weather. His general discomfort, however, had become being completely bed-ridden by that morning, such that the physicians were advising others to stay away from him due to possible contagion by whatever kakodaimon might have been tormenting him so severely.

Antinous did not care what they thought, nor what even the Emperor told him, and insisted on going in to see his friend in his convalescent state.

“Tell me, how are you, my friend?” Antinous asked.

Lucius coughed several times before answering.

“Do you even have to ask? Is it not clear that I’m in a dire condition?”

Even in his pain, there was a levity to his statement, a kind of irony that Antinous (and everyone else) found refreshing even when it was pessimistic in tone.

“But, the physicians think you may yet recover–surely, there is hope in that.”

“I shall remember that when making my daily offering of phlegm to Spes, then.”

He began coughing once again. Antinous looked at the ground, very distraught, but not wanting to show it, as he was quiet during the coughing fit. A moment of awkward silence followed.

At last, Vitalis spoke again, wheezing somewhat as he did, and thus sounding decades older than he actually was.

“Would you be so kind as to pass me the nearest empty piss-pot?”

Antinous was all business in assisting his friend, but Vitalis himself was smiling, nearly beaming, as Antinous devoted himself to his duty, to the point that Antinous didn’t even notice his toothy, mischievous grin.

As the sound of trickling liquid became somewhat loud against the brass vessel, as he half-sat against the edge of the bed, Lucius began to speak again.

“Get a good look, Antinous: if I die in the coming days, this is how I want you to remember me, smiling with my cock in hand as I make libations to Cloacina.”

Antinous furrowed his brow, but gradually came to see the humor in the whole situation, and at last started laughing. Vitalis laughed as well–finally, as he’d been holding it in out of deference for his friend–and laid down on his side as the aches of his condition were exacerbated by his laughter. He coughed only slightly as they were settling down once again.

“But, you’ll be fine, Lucius. The physicians have said so. This is only a difficult patch, and you’ll improve soon.”

“Whether I improve later today or tomorrow, it doesn’t matter to me–I am missing the Mysteries, and thus am bereft of hope for today and for my life yet to come.”

“Surely not! When we come back through Athens in the years that follow, there will be other times to become an initiate.”

“And you really think that you, and the Emperor as an Epoptes, will be able to maintain silence on these matters in the intervening years? No, I should go mad from wondering at every moment if you both are dropping hints to me in every word you say, such that I think every sum and figure coming across my desk is a Pythagorean symbola and each missive to a provincial governor is an allusion to part of some mythos with a peculiar twist that only the initiated know!”

“We would never be so cruel to your lack of participation, nor so impious as to even attempt revealing such things to you.”

“It would only be apt, because you know I would discern the truth of it in moments!”

Antinous smiled, not because he was amused at his friend’s intended overstatement, but because in his heart he knew that Vitalis was speaking the truth, and there were few secrets that he could not accurately assess with his keen mind.

“When do you leave?” Vitalis asked.

“In the coming hours, we will set out. Herodes Attikos insists on showing us a few things this evening before the pilgrimage proper begins on the morrow, and we shall be enjoying his chaste and sober hospitality this evening.”

“How appropriate…and also, boring,” Vitalis quipped. Antinous laughed slightly again. But, he knew there was something else that Vitalis was not revealing.

“What troubles you, Lucius?”

“Is it not clear? My body is wracked with an illness that even Asklepios would shrug over, and my dearest companions must abandon me to it in order to secure their places in the afterlife, when it is so far from them as to be the merest speck on the horizon, whereas I stand on the pier waiting to pay my toll to the Ferryman!”

“Of course–that is obvious.” Antinous was slightly surprised by the vehemence of Vitalis’ words, but he let them go for the moment. “But there is something else, I can tell. What is it?”

Vitalis paused before answering, and turned away slightly.

“Have you ever experienced a fever dream, Antinous?”

“Of course, when I was a child.”

“I have been having them regularly for the last week.”

“Not surprising==but what of it?”

“The dreams all run together, and continue with each other.”

“Perhaps that is unusual, but still, what of it?”

“It is what I have seen in them that disturbs me.”

“They are only fever dreams, sent by Hermes’ whim from the Gates of Ivory, and are not to be trusted.”

“No–these are dreams from the Gates of Horn, and Hermes himself has shown them to be so…Hypnos and Morpheus themselves were in thrall to him as he did so, and I have no doubt that these showings are true.”

Antinous’ eyes widened and he sat himself down, gazing intently at Vitalis, silently urging him to continue.

“Hermes, as sober as could be imagined, did not lead me to the River Styx, and Charon was not waiting for me in these dreams. Hermes Himself handed me the caduceus, his own attribute, and bade me to board a strange vessel. Charon was nowhere to be found upon it. The herald’s rod burst into flame and became a torch, and I was told that I must hold the light and foster it until the Navigator of the ship arrives and it may begin its journey.”

“Surely, Lucius, this is some mosaic image made up of the many smaller tiles of what is known of the Mysteries by you and many others. Where are the Two Goddesses in all of this?”

“You didn’t let me finish. It was Persephone Herself who told me this in the dream.”

Antinous was silent for a moment, and rose up, pacing back and forth.

“Then it is clear. You need not join us for our walk to Eleusis, for you have already been initiated into Mysteries that are far greater.”

“Your words ring as wooden and hollow as the Trojan Horse, Antinous!”

“No, Lucius, I speak the truth. There is something in these dreams, something far greater than I can comprehend at the moment. Attikos is learned in these matters, however, and perhaps he will have words for you on them upon our return.”

“And yet now, I must linger in uncertainty as to their significance while all becomes revealed to you and the Emperor and all of the others fortunate enough to be able to make the walk this year!”

Antinous was simultaneously concerned for his friend’s mental and physical integrity, but also increasingly annoyed and dismayed at his pessimism, and even his petulance, at missing the occasion which was held yearly.

“There will be other years, Lucius! You will be fine, healed and whole and able to make the walk in the future! Don’t lose hope simply because things seem bleak now!”

“You would not speak so foolishly if you struggled to even breathe, drowning in your own humors…”

Antinous turned his back to Vitalis, walked a few paces away from the bed, and then turned in a dramatic flourish to emphasize his point.

“We have little time, and I must prepare. It is your choice: I can leave you with blessings and I would wish that you might return the favor for me, or I can leave you in silence and we shall never speak of these things again, and perhaps when we return you will have come to a better grasp of your senses. Make your decision now, as there is no time to wait.”

Lucius Marius Vitalis sat up slightly more, his expression troubled, at his friend’s sudden severity. There was a lingering pause as the two stared at each other unblinking.

“Very well, Antinous. I wish for you and the Emperor the speed and ease of Hermes in your walk, the inspired insight of Apollon to be kindled in your minds by the experience, the inebriated frenzy of Dionysos upon your illumination in the Telestrion, and that when the blackened oblivion of Hades dawns upon you that the Mother and the Maiden Her Daughter will shield you on both sides. May your visions of the Goddesses be as revelatory as that granted to Aktaion, and yet may you not die from the sight for not having been granted Artemis’ permission to see it. And though you may shout the name of Iakkhos a thousand times over the coming days, may the first three times be shouted on my behalf, for I whose voice is weak and distant at the time and place of its shouting.”

“You missed a few Deities, Lucius.”

Vitalis smirked, rolled his eyes, and settled back slightly, ready to hear his friend’s blessing in return.

“It well then for me and for the Emperor, then, Lucius, to have your blessings in such eloquent and appropriate terms. For you, I wish that Asklepios may avert the thunderbolt of Zeus’ wrath from you and deliver you from whatever arrow of plague Apollon has inflicted. May you pass into the care of his sister, Artemis, who may raise you like a new Hippolytus to health and greatness, that you may become her hunting companion in turn again, and may the only arrows which strike you in the future be this of Eros.”

Vitalis was genuinely smiling now, and nodded.

“Well, that was nice!”

Both Antinous and Vitalis laughed, and Antinous approached Lucius in his bed.

“I really wish your own arrow of Eros might strike me just now, or mine you, but I fear the strength is not in me.”

“Even that will return in time, Lucius, I am certain. I have no doubts.”

Antinous embraced his friend while standing, and kissed the top of his head.

“The physicians have a soporific ready for you. Take it, get some rest, and when we return in a few days after the initiation, there will be much to talk about, and many arrows to exchange in target practice, I suspect!”

“Keep speaking in that fashion, Antinous, and I may have an arrow nocked before too long!”

Antinous rolled his eyes.

“How can you doubt your health will improve, Lucius? Your wit is not that of Hermes now, it is of Priapus.”

“I’d prefer it not to be, then–I like your entrails where they are, and would not disturb their position willingly!”

“This could go on forever, couldn’t it?”

“It could, it could…a Priapic wit indeed, Antinous!”

The two exchanged smiling glances in parting, and Antinous left the room.

At the moment when Antinous and Hadrian were having the great revelation in the Telestrion a few days later, Lucius Marius Vitalis breathed his last.



Teleny [and Camille]: The [Graphic] Novel

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In many respects, the present post has been in my queue since January of this year, but has been in the making since October 28th of 2012 (though I made no mention of the matters here, but alluded to the context a few days later). Given that October 28th is the date on which we observe the Death of Antinous, this whole thing ended up being somewhat appropriate, given the results…But perhaps I’d better explain some more of the context first.

On the occasion noted in the second post linked to above (which took place on October 28th), I went to meet Christine Hoff Kraemer in Seattle while she was in town doing some Feri training, and on that occasion I also met Niki Whiting for the first time. Our conversation ranged all over the place, but one of the things that Niki mentioned to me in the context of Antinous’ death, which I had never heard of before, was that a book called Teleny; or, The Reverse of the Medal existed. Why would she mention this, you might ask? Well, for two reasons: 1) it mentions Antinous repeatedly; and 2) it is, in essence, a kind of group-written piece of late 19th century Victorian gay erotica, one of the main contributors of which was very likely Oscar Wilde, and the parts referring to Antinous might be the tip-off toward that likelihood. Color me interested, to say the least!

So, nearly two months later, with my last paycheck of that quarter, I obtained this edition of the work, as well as a graphic novel version of it by Jon Macy, which won a 2010 Lambda Literary Award for Gay Erotica. The graphic novel is called Teleny and Camille, and is published by Northwest Press, a queer comics publisher based out of Seattle (hurrah!) which was founded by Zan Christensen (I’ve mentioned him before) and which has done some really amazing and enjoyable works over the years. In this interview with Zan Christensen from late last year, Zan speaks about Northwest Press’ stand against censorship of their material by Apple. I’d especially like to recommend Al-Qaeda’s Super Secret Weapon (a kind of erotic farce on terrorism and the repeal of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell will result in an easier victory for an Islamic fundamentalist overthrow of the U.S.), Transposes by Dylan Edwards (on queer trans men), The Power Within (on youth suicide and bullying), and Anything That Loves (a bisexual anthology). (This list is not exhaustive of all the things of theirs I’ve read already.) I hope to have the chance to look at several of their other titles in time as well. (And if The Bus Station ever happens, I suspect that Northwest Press will be on the very short list of likely publishers for it!)

Being that I am a rather shallow person, when I obtained these two volumes, I did what any sensible person would do and read the graphic novel first. And I have to say, I’m glad I did, for all kinds of reasons. I was done with that by the end of 2012 (which I alluded to here), but it took me nearly three more years to get around to reading the actual novel proper, and you may understand why as I describe it further. It was not until about June or July of this year that I began reading the original novel, and I did so most often at bus stops and in waiting rooms of doctors and the like, which is all the more amazing and scandalous given the nature of the book itself, and how secretive those who originally produced it were. What favored me doing so, of course, is a couple of things: 1) I don’t read erotica “one-handed,” so to speak, and honestly the nature of Victorian erotica does very little for me erotically; 2) people at bus stops and in doctor’s offices are pretty oblivious to things anyway; 3) and even if they’re not, very few people these days know how to read at all (sadly); and finally 4) even if they could read, they wouldn’t know what Teleny is anyway. Nonetheless, there was something that *felt* potentially transgressive to be reading such a book like this in public.

But before I get into this work specifically, a slight digression into comics and erotica, that is not as much of a digression as one might think.

One can’t really speak of graphic novels and erotica today without mentioning Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie’s Lost Girls. I read this sometime in the 2008-2009 period, and had been excited to get my hands on it for several years before that. I was ultimately disappointed because a good deal of it was “not my kink,” so to speak, and some of the art–while beautiful and intriguing–just didn’t do anything for me in the ways that erotica (or pornography) is intended to. However, something that did intrigue me is that there was rampant bisexuality throughout the book, and there was even male bisexuality and homoeroticism (Alan Moore is well-known for lesbians populating almost all his major works, but not always male homoeroticism, and often not explicitly sexual and depicted even when such characters are present…though his latest, Providence, involving Lovecraftian materials, has a gay Jewish protagonist).

The reason I mention this is because amongst Moore and Gebbie’s various tales and reinterpretations of Alice, Wendy, and Dorothy are other pastiches of contemporary writers, one of which is a purported piece of illustrated erotica by Oscar Wilde featuring Dorian Gray, found in Chapter 13, “Contrarywise.” Perhaps because of all the pastiches in Lost Girls, and the degradation of my own memory, I had thought on further reflection that the Wilde piece in the book was said to have been one that was a group writing that had been kept in secret…and thus, I thought it might have been one of the more lurid portions of Teleny that was depicted. Alas, I was incorrect when I went back to check. I thought perhaps he might have alluded to it in 25,000 Years of Erotic Freedom as well, but in my cursory re-read of the sections that discuss Oscar Wilde, I could find no reference to it, either.

Of course, perhaps Alan Moore does indeed know of Teleny and has heard of it and read it, and thus would have at least heard of Antinous in passing there (if not in Wilde’s other works, including The Picture of Dorian Gray). What an interesting world it would be if he had made that connection, and if he had incorporated references to the actual work Teleny into some of his writings relevant to the matter, even independent of any references to Antinous…but, no matter, it’s a side issue. ;)

In both the graphic novel and the original erotic novella, there is a kind of frame story involved–a great way to have a series of stories within a story that has been used since Petronius’ Satyricon, and through to Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales and Boccaccio’s Decameron, amongst many others. However, in this case, one story is the story concerned, even though possibilities for others could be introduced with that schema. In the original, the whole discussion is, literally, a discussion–more of an extended monologue with occasional interjections by the unidentified interlocutor of Camille (the main character)–about this entire torrid relationship that seems to last months or even perhaps years, with some very intense episodes, and ends with the death of Teleny. Further stories are referred to throughout with an “I’ll tell you about that later” treatment, which seems to leave the story open-ended enough that more could have been written, but for whatever reason, it ends not long after the death of Teleny is reported. In the graphic novel version, it begins in a slightly-different art style, with Jon Macy agonizing (while working in a coffee shop with a friend) about how he’s going to turn this story into a comic, and how faithful to be to its original, followed by a brief account of Charles Hirsch and how the story was written, and then the story itself begins, and at a later point, the author again steps in, the art style changes, and some deliberate changes to the story are then made (and for the better, in my opinion, as you’ll see below).

Both the graphic novel and the original follow the same plot, often with the same words used, which is sensible given that the graphic novel is largely based on the novel. The words–of Wilde or whichever of his associates (George Cecil Ives, perhaps?) can occasionally be quite delightful and perhaps unintentionally amusing–the off-hand references to tribadism (i.e. lesbianism) and its preponderance in girl’s schools and the like can certainly have this effect, at least on someone as vapid as myself. I also learned that “tweake” (yes, that is how it is spelled!) was a word for a prostitute in the late 1800s–given that its most basic meaning (in the non-“e” ended form we know it) is to twist or pull, I suppose one can see how that might apply to a prostitute that might specialize in certain activities (!?!). The references to Antinous are not extremely frequent, but are frequent enough to be noticeable, as not many other characters are mentioned to compare a person’s beauty with, nor their fate–and that is essentially why he is mentioned in this story: to describe the beauty of Teleny, and also to allude to a tragic end in death..and, it is inferred, a sacrificial or suicidal death (though the difference between them seems slight for phenomenological purposes, since self-sacrifice of that nature would of necessity be suicidal by definition).

I don’t need to describe the rest of the plot for you–I’d love to leave it for those who might wish to read either the original or the graphic novel–even though the end of it is something I’ve already revealed, but the “how” and “why” of that end in terms of the actual plot and characters involved is not something that I need to reveal. But, the end in each is different, and I wish to talk more about that, and why I think as a result the graphic novel is better than the original.

Just as Antinous did, it is implied and foreshadowed earlier, Teleny commits suicide in the book, and the narrator–Camille–is also close himself on several occasions, and then does attempt to commit suicide once but survives. Given that this is understood to be the Victorian period (though the setting is Paris, not London), suicide due to self-hatred and repression, threats of blackmail, and any other possibility would have been a very real and present threat for anyone who was not strictly heterosexual. (Indeed, it’s not entirely unknown now, though the reasons and motivations are often quite different.) The book ends soon after this is reported–the utterly bereaved and heartbroken narrator Camille, apparently, was able to go on in his life after this tragic event and the death of his one-and-only true love and soul mate, and to speak of it in rather explicit but occasionally unflattering and even fluffy ways with someone not too terribly long afterwards…which itself stretches the bounds of credibility, I have to say, given the nature of the events described and the very graphic descriptions of sexual activities involved. (With whom would one have such a conversation? I doubt Wilde could have managed it himself with Bosie Douglas, Robbie Ross, or any of his other lovers and associates…!?!)

And this is where the graphic novel is superior. It is here, in an epilogue, that Macy again comes in and says:

Why is it that every movie, book and story of gay love has to end with one or both dying? Even the ones written by gays are no different. It’s like we’re too damaged to even dare imagine being happy.

To which his friend, Gary, replies:

So? Write your own ending. There were four or five writers already…doing this book just makes you another one.

And, as you can imagine, things get considerably better from there. ;)

Now, before anyone objects to a shallow wish for happy endings, a desire to be revisionist about classic works of literature (even though this isn’t one, despite Wilde’s “classic” status in other respects) and established tales, or anything else, let me be clear. I’m not suggesting at all that Macy’s wish for things to be better means that we should, therefore, imagine Achilleus and Patroklos riding off together into the sunset on their chariot after their successes at Troy to live happily ever after in Thessaly with a big gay family of adopted Thracian children (though if someone wants to write that in properly Homeric epic verse, be my guest!). But, I think Macy has a point, and it’s a point that I’ve been keenly aware of for many years now, up to and including my earlier involvements with other groups in Antinoan devotion. Something that was often said by a certain person in the other group is that “gay love is always tinged with sadness and death.” It is a theme that is vividly shown in such modern works as Thomas Mann’s Death in Venice (especially in the film version, which many consider a “gay classic”), and is something that seems to be relatively unquestioned in so many different contexts.

Take, for example, this passage on Antinous from Germaine Greer’s The Beautiful Boy [New York: Rizzoli, 2003] (which, interestingly enough, has a photo of Björn_Andrésen on the cover–the young man who portrayed the beautiful youth the protagonist in Death in Venice is obsessed with), on p. 203:

The desperate grief of Hercules [over Hylas] was later mirrored in the grief of the Emperor Hadrian for his Antinous who drowned in the Nile in 132 CE. Antinous was a Bithynian who entered Hadrian’s service when he was eleven or twelve, and traveled with him to Greece in 128 CE as his acknowledged eromenos or favourite. He was gifted not only with beauty but with superior intelligence and sporting prowess. The emperor remained in mourning for Antinous’ untimely death for the rest of his life, declaring him a god ordering the building of a city in Egypt in his memory. Temples dedicated to Antinous sprung in every community that sought the favour of the emperor and Hellenistic Roman statues of beautiful athletic boys were renamed Antinouses. As the last god to arise in the Roman world Antinous was variously seen as an avatar of Osiris, Apollo, Hermes or Dionysos. What should be clear is that as the emperor’s catamite Antinous could never have survived to manhood. [Bold emphasis mine]

Apart from Greer’s incorrect date for Antinous’ death, the theologically flawed and culturally inappropriate notion that Antinous was an “avatar” of various deities, and the oft-repeated but always inadequate notion that Hadrian (and not long-standing Egyptian tradition) deified Antinous, amongst other things, look at what is being suggested here, particularly by the part I have bolded at the end. While this mention of Antinous is couched in a wider discussion of figures like Hylas that have been so often portrayed in art, nonetheless the inevitability of death–or, at least (I think it is implied), disappointment and loss of the love of the elder when the youthful partner ages, thus making a kind of pedophilia or ephebophilia part-and-parcel to many historical and mythological examples of homoeroticism (which is a flawed notion, needless to say!)–where homoerotic love is concerned is being assumed as normative, while all of the reasons for this are being actively downplayed and ignored, if indeed those who assume such are even aware of them at all. While the erastes/eromenos relationships of Greek and Roman antiquity are certainly one possible option, there are other examples where this does not seem to be the case–Alexander and Hephaistion, for instance–and they were surely not the only exception.

The prevalence of these myths of youthful lovers dying, often in relationships with Deities or heroes that are, by definition, older (as Deities are “old” in human reckoning even when they are “young” in chronological age or knowledge of their existence–!?!), is almost a necessity in strictly narrative terms, because even if Hyakinthos lived to be 117 years old, he’d have died eventually, and he’d still be “young” in comparison to Apollon. These myths do seem to involve warrior-bands and their activities, though, a great deal of the time, and since homoerotic relationships would have been relatively common in those social contexts, and the likelihood that one or another of such a romantic pairing would die at some stage was highly likely, these myths gave an outlet and a divine template, so to speak, for the grief one might rightly feel in such a circumstance–“Apollon had to suffer such with Hyakinthos; so, too, do you, o grieving mortal, if such calamities are not avoided even by the Gods!” While these sorts of myths are perennially popular (as young warriors often find themselves not only going to war and dying in every culture and every time period, but also falling in love with their comrades while doing so), they are merely one option, and not the only viable one, where homoerotic love is concerned.

And yet, somewhat built-in to the symbolism and imagery of homoeroticism of this sort is something that, in itself, is also highly suggestive and even denotative (rather than connotative) of the apparent pointlessness and even frivolity of such relationships in the eyes of wider society. These dying youths often become memorialized as flowers after their deaths; not all of them have an attested ancient hero cultus that accompanies their myth. But so what, you might be saying: what does that have to do with anything? Flowers are beautiful, certainly, and colorful, and by definition they do not last; their season in the sun and in beautiful blooming is relatively short, and they are delicate, easily plucked by hand or gust of wind, easily wilted by too much sun or unexpected frost. That much is clear to many people who have stopped to think about this matter for more than a moment, and that in itself says *volumes* about what wider society thinks of homoerotic love. Even in some of the most powerful statements of this in more modern work, like Alan Moore’s V for Vendetta, this imagery and its implications is prevalent, even in what I think is one of the most beautiful and powerful lines in the entire work: “But for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.”

What many may not realize, though, is the way that the biological and physiological realities of flowers make this an even more insidious image to apply to homoeroticism. Flowers “have no point” biologically other than to attract pollinating insects, who then allow the flower to produce fruit and seeds in order to reproduce itself. The presence of flowers, and the “stopping” of the natural development of a plant at the flower stage, is essentially preventing it from producing fruit–which is to say, continuing in its expectable reproductive cycle. Even though gay men have often been called “fruits” in a pejorative manner over the last century (and still by some people), this is almost a taunt when compared to and in concert with the flower imagery of centuries past, because homoerotic love and sex (with a few exceptions, including Poseidon and Nerites) is by definition non-reproductive. The reason that it ends up being a kind of taunt and a rather homophobic metaphor to ascribe flower imagery to these things is that “to stop with flowers” is to assume that homoeroticism is a kind of stunted growth, an immaturity, and something to be surpassed in the eventual and expected (and all-too-often enforced) processing on of an individual to properly mature and sensible heteronormative and reproductive relationships. All of the positive things that can be said about flowers, their beauty and their sweet fragrances and their fragility, pale in comparison to the ways in which they are understood as biologically inferior to fruit-bearing plants.

[One exception to this from myth might be Ampelos, but his myth of kataphytosis into the vine in Nonnos (rather than katasterism in Ovid) is a late one and no accompanying cultus is attested for him. Nonetheless, the principal crops of most cultures, though some are mythically understood to result from heroic, mortal, or divine sacrifices and kataphytosis, are generally not of homoerotic figures.]

As much as these older myths, I think, need to be remembered, and as alluring as the flower imagery is for many of these heroes and Deities–including and especially Antinous, needless to say!–I am fully in agreement with Jon Macy that what is needed now are not myths and stories that make it the destiny of all homoerotic lovers to have one die (from accident, suicide, or whatever else might occur) and the other lament them. In the height of the HIV/AIDS crisis in the 1980s and 1990s (though we’re far from out of the danger zone with it currently), these sorts of myths perhaps had an even greater resonance than they might have in the ancient world, and thus were a necessity; and until the HIV/AIDS epidemic is entirely behind the world, there will be a place for these kinds of myths very much indeed. Meanwhile, what about the myths where death isn’t necessary? What about the myths where homoeroticism is just another thing that happens, that has its vicissitudes and its victories alike, and that doesn’t automatically mean that one knows the ending before one reaches it? That, indeed, was one of the things that made me so reluctant to read the original novel version of Teleny: I knew how it would end, and how it would carry with it all of the apparent hopelessness of life as a queer person in the late 1800s no matter how enjoyable the ride to that expected conclusion would be, and no matter how joyous and raucous and lurid–and with how much relish the writers must have produced it, thus–the work might have been up to that point, imagining (as Macy says in his preface) a kind of idealized and beautiful “gay world” that the characters would inhabit until death intruded at various points.

What I had originally intended to be a somewhat short quasi-review of these works has resulted in an almost-treatise and near-manifesto on the necessity of newer understandings of myth and imagery where homoeroticism is concerned…and, I’d suggest, other forms of queerness as well, which are as much a part of this schema as anything (and in which, for good or ill, I’ve also indulged…it is sad that the inclusion of death and suicide in the Tetrad++ic context is a reflection of realities now, and that it almost seems irresponsible and ignorant not to have included it…and it is also noteworthy how few people have questioned those parts of it). But, that’s what happens when I sit down to write things like this, especially when I’ve been thinking about them for almost three years in various ways.

By the time most of you read this, we’ll be on a date that is marked by memorials of death, and so let us remember Fr. Mychal Judge and Mark Bingham, both Sancti of the Ekklesía Antínoou, on this day. And so, if you’d like to think about triumphing over death and hopelessness, and have Antinous be a part of your thoughts in words and in pictures in doing so, I can suggest highly and without reservation to you Jon Macy’s Teleny and Camille–get three copies of it: one to keep and read for yourself, one to give to a friend who you think might like it, and another in case you read it one-handed and make a mess of things. ;)


LOOK OVER THERE!

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Occasionally, I write these short “in other news” posts to distract from the fact that I am unable to post, or other such things. It’s not that I want to intentionally distract people from the lack of content at a given moment here (although that’s a perk, perhaps…?!?), it’s that there are legitimately loads of other interesting things going on out there that are worth people’s attention. Thus, in lieu of something more substantial from me today, this is what you’ve got. I hope you like it!

First, a wonderful poem by Thenea regarding Hermes’ reaction to those from amongst his own who die. As I commented there, I can imagine something very similar being said by a certain son of the Argus-Slayer that all of you familiar with my blog might be quite familiar with! ;)

Next, go read Edward Butler’s latest at Polytheist.com, on “The Passion of the Kore.” To say much more than “go read it” would not do justice to the fulness of his discussion, so: go read it!

A quick non-links-to-other-blogs matter: I had a dream last night in which something interesting happened. The Old Spivak pronouns I use were originally intended to be non-gender-specific/gender neutral pronouns, as are pretty much all of the other alternate pronouns which have thus far been suggested. Someone in the dream, however (an older man) started referring to me, and to someone else who was gender-variant, with the pronoun “thre” (which is pronounced like “three”), in reference to being third/alternately gendered. Thus, the paradigm was thre (nominative), threm (accusative), thris (genitive/possessive pronoun), thrers (possessive adjective), and thremself (reflexive). I don’t know if I should use that or not–does it read too much as if one is a numberkin (i.e. an otherkin with numbers)?–but nonetheless, it seems like an interesting alternative, perhaps. I’d be curious to hear people’s thoughts on that, and the matter of using what was intended to be gender-neutral pronouns for a gender (like metagender) that is definite and by definition non-netural, and/or whether something not in common usage (like Old Spivak) can be re-inscribed as gender-specific without being problematic.

In relation to my post yesterday, and the whole matter of “happy endings” in queer literature and myth and the need for and preference for them in a new era, it is interesting that this particular matter appeared today: Gary Indiana has a new book out called I Can Give You Anything But Love, and he is pretty clear that happy endings are impossible:

There aren’t any happy endings! We die! How could anything have a happy ending? Life is pessimistic because we die! Corruption in our daily lives, and we die. (Laughs) So let’s eliminate the idea of a happy ending. And let’s face it, heterosexual people are just as d[e]lu[d]ed on that point. They invented the happy ending, the idea that marriage, that having children and raising a family, constitutes some sort of eternal happiness. Happiness, as Fran Lebowitz has pointed out, happiness is a mood, it’s not a condition.

So, there you have that. :( :) ;)

Also, Dr. Herukhuti is having a stage reading of his play “My Brother’s A Keeper” in New York, which is about the intersection of bisexuality and race in the 1990s. It is happening as part of Bisexual Awareness Week (and remember, Bisexual Awareness Day is September 23rd!). I was on an e-mail list with Dr. Herukhuti in the late ’90s/early ’00s, and was actually able to meet him and speak with him briefly in 2001 in Vancouver B.C. at the North American Conference on Bisexuality, Gender, and Sexual Diversity, at which he was the final keynote speaker (and Kate Bornstein was the initial keynote speaker). An awesome individual, certainly…I wish I could be there to see the reading!

Miyazaki’s next film is called My Neighbor Thorn…or is it Thorn’s Moving Temple, or is it Thorn and the Area of the Bay, or is it yet Spiritual Direction’d Away? Hmm…

And, last but certainly not least for now, T. Thorn Coyle is back blogging, and brought Totoro along for the ride! ;) Go and have a look at that blog post to see what Thorn has planned for future activities, and how you can help to support them!

And, there we are! I hope the start to everyone’s weekend is going well!


“Great Pan is Dead,” But It Ain’t What You Might Think…

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I happened to read this over at EsoterX yesterday, and it gave me a wacky idea.

But, one cannot discuss the topic of “Great Pan is dead” nowadays without reference to a certain song by The Waterboys, so I may as well get it out of the way first. It’s the socially-responsible thing to do, after all. ;)

Now then. Wasn’t that nice?

So we are literally on the same page with this, here is Plutarch’s passage on this from On the Obsolescence of Oracles 17, in the Loeb edition:

“As for death among such beings, I have heard the words of a man who was not a fool nor an impostor. The father of Aemilianus the orator, to whom some of you have listened, was Epitherses, who lived in our town and was my teacher in grammar. He said that once upon a time in making a voyage to Italy he embarked on a ship carrying freight and many passengers. It was already evening when, near the Echinades Islands, the wind dropped, and the ship drifted near Paxi. Almost everybody was awake, and a good many had not finished their after-dinner wine. Suddenly from the island of Paxi was heard the voice of someone loudly calling Thamus, so that all were amazed. Thamus was an Egyptian pilot, not known by name even to many on board. Twice he was called and made no reply, but the third time he answered; and the caller, raising his voice, said, ‘When you come opposite to Palodes, announce that Great Pan is dead.’ On hearing this, all, said Epitherses, were astounded and reasoned among themselves whether it were better to carry out the order or to refuse to meddle and let the matter go. Under the circumstances Thamus made up his mind that if there should be a breeze, he would sail past and keep quiet, but with no wind and a smooth sea about the place he would announce what he had heard. So, when he came opposite Palodes, and there was neither wind nor wave, Thamus from the stern, looking toward the land, said the words as he had heard them: ‘Great Pan is dead.’ Even before he had finished there was a great cry of lamentation, not of one person, but of many, mingled with exclamations of amazement. As many persons were on the vessel, the story was soon spread abroad in Rome, and Thamus was sent for by Tiberius Caesar. Tiberius became so convinced of the truth of the story that he caused an inquiry and investigation to be made about Pan; and the scholars, who were numerous at his court, conjectured that he was the son born of Hermes and Penelopê.”

Before I get into my novel modern polytheist interpretation of this incident, reported in and to an extent interpreted by Plutarch, let me first say a little bit on why this might be important to me to be writing about at all.

Antinous-Pan and Panantinous are attested syncretisms for Antinous, though not especially common or early ones. Given Antinous’ connections to Arcadia (and the specific story of Pan son of Hermes and Penelope was not just Arcadian-born, but Mantineian, which was the mother-city of Antinous’ colony of birth, Bithynion-Claudiopolis), it shouldn’t be surprising that this association occurs, to some extent; but likewise, given that one of the earliest references to Antinous in the possible Pancrates/Pachrates Lion Hunt poem fragment from the Oxyrhynchus Papyri says that Antinous is “son of the Argus-Slayer,” and thus Hermes, that would then make him a brother of Pan, if nothing else.

The photo above is of a late antique contorniate medal featuring Antinous-Pan on the obverse, and Nike presenting a victory wreath on the reverse. This medal and its significance is not something which has been discussed much, but given that it comes at the end of late antiquity, and that it appears to be commemorating a “victory” in some sense, it has been suggested that the medal may have been issued at some point when an expected resurgence and revival of polytheism in the wake of hegemonic Christianity was occurring. Though the Emperor Julian was not a fan of Antinous, nonetheless someone who didn’t get that particular message might have issued this medal during that period, perhaps.

This is all the more interesting given the general trends of historiographical interpretation of the phrase which Plutarch records as having taken place sometime during Tiberius’ principate. Since the time of Eusebius, it has been interpreted as presaging the arrival of Christianity and the dissolution of polytheism. Robert Graves argued that perhaps it is a garbled message about Tammuz. But one of the problems in this matter for modern people is that the translation of the passage from Plutarch often inserts the word “god” so that it reads “the great god Pan is dead,” when in fact the word “god” is not there in the original, and it in fact reads “Pan the [G]reat is dead.”

Independent of what this might communicate to some people, or the rejoinders of “Yet, Pausanias indicates the cultus of Pan was still going strong nearly two centuries later,” or The Waterboys’ response, “Pan is dead–Long live Pan!” and “The Great God Pan is alive!” or even the major role that Pan plays in the birth of the first two members of the Tetrad++, there might be another way to interpret this, which while I admit is entirely modern and novel, nonetheless finds a resonance with me, and I suspect with many of you reading this as well, that neither occurred to the listeners back then, or to Plutarch and the various other interpreters of the statement.

What if the word “Pan” there doesn’t mean “the God Pan,” but instead just means “the All”? And not just “The All,” but “The All The Great,” i.e. the “Greater All,” a kind of overarching divine force that is the “Big Everything,” or the notion of the “ground of being” and such which is often posited by some who are of a more monistic viewpoint. The death of monism, in other words, might be what is being announced by the mysterious voice here, and not the death of a beloved Arcadian God!

Or, to put it another way, in the words of R.E.M.:

So, how do you feel? ;)


Identity vs. Identification: An Interesting Problem

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I have returned (as of about 11:35 this morning) from my adventures in Seattle at the Esoteric Book Conference, and hope to write a full update on its events later/soon/in the next day or so. Suffice it to say for now that the second day of the conference was even better than the first in terms of the quality of the presentations. Not a single one of them did not have major potential relevance for my work with Antinous, despite the fact that likewise not a single one of them mentioned the name of Antinous (which is rather typical, but oh well…!?!). There’s so much potentially exciting work to be done in the future, one’s mind reels, verily! ;)

However, in the meantime, another subject to write about has come up, despite the continued backlog of posts I’d like to get to soon, and I thought I could knock it out relatively easily today, so here I am.

While various different kinds of “-mania” are not inherently wrong, disordered, and are certainly not evil–so long as they occur only in isolation, and are not part of some overlying psychological problem–there is one sort of mania that I have very little patience for these days, and likewise for the last eight years (and more). I’d like to coin the term “Antinomania” for this particular phenomenon, and thus the people who exhibit it would be known as “Antinomaniacs.” These are not people with an excessive devotion to Antinous, mind you–there aren’t enough of those in the world, in my opinion (!?!), and I’d have to count myself amongst that number if indeed I were making such a diagnosis (!?!–again!?!). What I think is characteristic of “Antinomania” is not the tendency to seek out Antinous wherever he may be found, not only in ancient literature and sculpture but also in modern film and fiction, in spiritual accounts, and so forth, but instead to find Antinous in places that he does not exist, which essentially involves misinterpreting certain things as Antinous when they are not, or were not intended to be portrayals of him. There are occasions where there might be a literary reference that is vague, and which can then be interpreted in an Antinoan fashion, and if this occurs in certain cases (e.g. in a poem by Oscar Wilde, for example) in which an author or a genre has a penchant for referring to Antinous, and knowledge of Antinous in the person who produced the writing is certain, then it can be relatively viable as a hermeneutic. This particularly exists, however, in the tendency to see any and all statuary of the late antique periods which depicts a young and attractive male as Antinous, as well as a great deal of neoclassical statuary produced over the last several centuries. Indeed, in the latter category, many statues are certainly based on existing Antinous sculpture, and if the likeness is good, then they can be understood as Antinous, even if they are understood as someone else, or are intended to depict another figure–the example of Raphael’s Jonah comes to mind as a positive example of such). But what if it isn’t Antinous, wasn’t intended to be Antinous, and wasn’t based with any certainty on an existing sculpture of Antinous? Can such a sculpture be “Antinous for me” without descending into the depths of negative Antinomania?

The answers to that might vary considerably, but I would like to suggest that if one is a polytheist, it’s not really a viable nor laudable tendency. While one can look at a particularly beautiful image of the biblical David or St. Michael the Archangel, perhaps, and decide to use it as a depiction of Apollon, which might be acceptable in certain situations for a variety of reasons, the difference there is that there is no singular and definitive iconography of Apollon (though there are certainly tendencies and patterns in his classical depictions) which says that “these images are only ever Apollon” and “these ones can never be.” Most Deities do not have standard portraits whose features must be copied, and thus their divine attributes are what come to the fore. If this image has higher cheekbones, a different-shaped nose, seems taller and thinner or shorter and more stout, has more or less defined musculature, has a larger or smaller penis, has straight or curly or variously styled hair, and so on and so forth, it may still be of a particular Deity simply due to the presence of those defining attributes. With Antinous, though, we know what he looked like (or, at least, there is an established facial type for him), and it is how we know that a particular image is him despite all of the syncretism that prevails in his imagery. Otherwise, one would never be able to extract the notion that this is Antinous across the attributes of Hermes, Dionysos, Apollon, Silvanus, and many others; instead, it would be as if one singular attractive person–let’s say for the sake of argument Nicholas Hoult–sat as a model for many different Deities in various poses and with a variety of props, but we would not say afterwards “This is the Divine Nicholas Hoult,” we’d say “This one is Apollon; this one is Poseidon; this one is Ares,” and so forth, because Nicholas Hoult’s independent divinity is not established. It’s one of those things which makes the phenomenon of Antinous all the more interesting, but all the more particular as well, and being able to discern with one’s artistic and aesthetic eye beyond “young hot guy with a certain hairstyle” to see who is Antinous and who is not is a skill that must be honed. To return to our celebrity example above, one would not then watch the Percy Jackson films and say that Nicholas Hoult starred as Percy Jackson, and that Nicholas Hoult was also in The Hunger Games, and in fact played three roles in those films as Peeta, Gale, and Finnick because all three of those roles and the actors who play them happen to be young and attractive (at least to some people’s tastes).

[Yet again, a concept in polytheism and/or syncretism is best understood with reference to pop cultural examples–!?! When will this end?!?]

And yet still, there are some misidentifications that are so long-standing and which are to a certain extent standard that the question I gave as my subject line here emerges: what is the line between identification and identity in these cases? In other words, what is the difference between how an image is commonly identified by people (i.e. a question of interpretation) versus what the image was intended to portray (i.e. a question of authorial/artistic intent)? With Antinous, we’ve got a number of those, which are often the relics of earlier studies by the likes of Dietrichson as well as even Winckelmann who are so important in art history that their opinions are still respected a century or centuries later, despite having been proven inaccurate.

One of the most persistent such identifications is that of the Capitoline Hermes, which has often been known as Antinous. In the photo above, taken by Robert Mapplethorpe Sanctus, is the image, and when it was snapped by Mapplethorpe, it was photographed not as some random beautiful ancient nude, it was photographed specifically with the intent of putting Antinous on film. There are images of Antinous that have been produced as reproductions for sale which are based on the Capitoline Hermes, and are marketed as Antinous–indeed, it is one such image that was the first sculptural depiction of Antinous that I was able to obtain (at Heathrow Airport’s terminal 4 British Museum store, when it still existed!), and which I still have. However, I now understand that it isn’t Antinous, and yet…the position I’ve come to is that due to this ongoing and persistent identification for a few centuries, a syncretism has come about. Hermes and Antinous were syncretized commonly anyway, so this is no different than those other situations in certain respects, except that the visuals are not entirely “there,” so to speak, in every respect. The Capitoline Hermes’ hair curls are tighter and smaller and more numerous, and the facial features are smaller and more dainty–to put it rather bluntly, the nose just isn’t big enough to be the Antinous we all know and love. ;)

Other examples of what some scholars refer to as “Pseudo-Antinous” depictions are detailed here. However, I think there are a few which are considered “secure” identifications that are also to be questioned.

Athens–likely in late antiquity as much as today, as befits the city most beloved of Hadrian–especially abounds in Antinous images. One of the “Egyptianizing” images of Antinous that was found there, on Herodes Attikos Street in Marathon, likely where Herodes built a temple to Isis, doesn’t seem to be Antinous from my perspective. Look closely at his face: first of all, he’s sort of smiling more broadly than any other extant Antinous image would be, and the face is fuller and more rounded. No doubt this image was inspired by the Egyptianizing portraits of Antinous, and given that Herodes Attikos was a cultist of Antinous as well as a friend of Hadrian (likely with access to Hadrian’s Villa, where such images were especially prevalent), he’d have been well aware of such images. But if it isn’t Antinous, who is it? I think the obvious answer would be Polydeukion (even though it’s not a perfect image of him either…but then again, it could also be Achilles, perhaps, or even Memnon!). With the Egyptianizing attributes, and the findspot in an Isian temple, it would thus tend to fall into the “Osiris syncretism” category, at least most logically. And yet, because Polydeukion and the Trophimoi’s cultus is based on that of Antinous, it might not be out of character to think of this as a syncretism of one of the Trophimoi with Antinous instead, or Osiris-Antinous, rather than simply with Osiris.

While I could name further examples and show additional photos of this tendency, you have the basic outlines of this mode of examination here. The tendency to over-interpret Antinous into places that he never existed is especially rampant in some circles (avid readers may be able to guess which!), and likewise some scholars also seem to see him or assume his presence where it might be logical but isn’t necessarily certain, as the case is with the example from the purview of Herodes Attikos above. It’s important to think about these things and to consider them carefully. Does the value of any image, sacred or otherwise, derive from its resemblance to or identification with Antinous, even for hardcore Antinoans? Or, can these images of beautiful youthful males be valued as themselves and as different and distinct, and all the more important for that, even for those who are Antinoans? Of course, my answer would be the latter. Just as it would be rude to meet Josh Hutcherson and say “Oh, Nicholas Hoult, I think you’re great!” so too would it be rude to meet a variety of other Deities and to assume that because they took young and beautiful male forms, they were automatically Antinous, and would have to be simply because one decided to identify them as such.


Polytheism: A Theology of Experience and Practice

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[Note: This piece was submitted to a publication, but for various reasons I withdrew it today, and am instead publishing it here. Polytheists don’t have to read this and already know it, and thus it may not be remotely interesting nor useful for them. Others–especially those who have been critical of polytheism, and have argued that it is a matter of theology and therefore of belief and thus isn’t relevant to their experiential- or praxis-based religions, might be interested in reading this, but since many of those people who are hostile to polytheism don’t read my blog anyway aren’t likely to see this. I don’t really care, I’m posting it here anyway. In terms of theology, this is an example of what would be called “apologetics,” which tends not to be a popular theological genre these days, but oh well…! Sarenth discussed something similar recently with the “orthodoxy vs. orthopraxy” debate–which is the same discussion using different words–though what I think that particular form of the debate often misses is the fact that the reality is and always has been polypraxy and likewise polydoxy, but with one among many of those polydoxies and polypraxies found in particular groups, traditions, or individuals. Anyway, have a look at his post all the same!]

Polytheism: A Theology of Experience and Practice

First, we call upon the Spirits and Powers of the Sacred Lands and Sacred Waters, the many places from which you all have come. Add your soil, rocks, leaves, and other matter to this bowl, and your waters to this other bowl, and say the names of the places from which they have come, and the water sources where they were collected.[1]

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It has often been said that the religions falling under the Pagan rubric are religions of practice or religions of experience, unlike the dominant hegemonic creedal monotheisms, which are religions of belief. As much as this is a true and accurate picture, one of the assumed corollaries to this factual distinction is that therefore theological issues—which, it is often suggested, are inherently matters of belief—should not be topics of contention, subjects for argument, nor causes for division amongst Pagans. The often dismissed and derided hullabaloo over the Polytheist movement’s more visible and vocal emergence during the last several years, therefore, has been sidelined as unimportant by many leaders and elders in the Pagan religions as simply a theological irrelevance and a distractingly mere matter of belief. Unfortunately, this dismissal is based on a flawed understanding of what theology is (often concurrent with the incorrect notion that Christians “invented” theology when in fact the term itself was invented by Plato, a Greek polytheistic philosopher), what theology should be, and what theology can do. As a result, a mischaracterization of what people in the Polytheist movement are experiencing and practicing, and how their experiences and practices imply, presuppose, and are motivated by the very real and important theological differences that are part and parcel of a polytheistic theological outlook, continues to occur where the wider Pagan religions and movements are concerned when the latter attempt to engage with groups and individuals within the Polytheist movement.

In the present discussion, I would like to describe how the theological perspectives of polytheism are not simply matters of belief, but instead are the cornerstones of an experiential, praxis-based spiritual endeavor. Polytheism isn’t something that polytheists merely believe, it is something that is lived, perceived, and held in high and holy awe rooted in the religious regard polytheists foster as a result of acknowledging the existence of many Deities.[2]

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Now we will honor the Ancestors: first, the Ancestors In and Of the Land…next, the Female Ancestors, Whom everyone in this room has…next, the Male Ancestors, Whom everyone in this room has…next, the Gender-Variant Ancestors, Whom everyone in this room has…next, the Warrior Ancestors, Whom everyone in this room has…next, the Spirit-Worker Ancestors, Whom everyone in this room has…and finally, the Dead Who are Not-Yet Ancestors…

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Despite some attempts at discussing the rational justifications for holding a polytheist viewpoint,[3] I personally know of no polytheists who arrived at their theological position and the religious identities that often attach to it simply through a process of rational explanation or weighing the merits of different viewpoints by varying standards of reason. Every polytheist that I know who has written, spoken about, or taught from a polytheist perspective has arrived at that theological understanding as a result of the direct experience of a variety of individual and distinct volitional non-corporeal beings of exceptional wisdom, power, and majestically awesome presence—in other words, Deities and other types of divine being (e.g. Ancestors, Land Spirits, Heroes and Heroines, etc.). Almost without exception, these individuals did not grow up in households that practiced polytheistic religions, nor were they raised in cultures that held polytheistic practices or values in anything but the lowest (if any) regard. No matter what the background or childhood interests and experiences of these polytheists might have been, they were never given the option of “believing in” a diversity of divine beings and powers as a cognitive framework. If anything, they were told that such beings were figments of the ignorant and superstitious imaginations of primitive and barbaric peoples who lacked the “light of knowledge” of monotheism and/or science. Understanding what has occurred in religious experiences of distinct Deities has the hurdle in such situations of first distinguishing itself from a psychological breakdown, and then of finding a religious context in which it can be usefully and productively interpreted and integrated. After failing in this regard with the religions (if any) that many polytheists were raised within, alternatives are generally explored, and oftentimes one of the religions under the Pagan framework is a safe destination at which to arrive for a time.

Yet, if it were that simple, many more polytheists might feel at home in those religions under the Pagan umbrella. In fact, their authentic experiences are often forced into a compromise within those religions along one of the following lines: either it is only a partial, incomplete, and inferior experience in comparison to the “oneness” of “divine unity” that accompanies a monistic theological understanding; or, the individual characteristics, personalities, and particular wills and aims of the Deities experienced are subordinated to an overarching gender-dualist “Goddess” and “God” who are the “ultimate” manifestations of an implied universal divine order. While many Pagans may think that monism, duotheism, polytheism, and even atheism can all live perfectly fine under their particular practices, since the various Pagan religions are religions of practice first and foremost, the fact is that a practice based on a theological outlook that is monistic will look, sound, feel, and result in different experiences than those which are duotheistic, polytheistic, or atheistic, etc. Practice and theology cannot (and should not!) be separated, nor treated as if they are independent and hermetically-sealed categories that do not intersect, overlap, and influence each other on every level.

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Now, I invite each of you to come forward and bring images or symbols of your Deities with you to place upon our communal shrine. Say Their names aloud and hail Them, and once They are all in place, we shall all hail and praise Them together!

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If a monistic or duotheistic theology is in operation, the specific names of Deities invoked in rituals may not be important, since they would all either be facets and forms of “The One” or “The Goddess/The God” respectively. But, what if a person had an experience with Mercury, and wants to have another one with that specific God? Calling on “The One” will not foster such an experience, and praising an unqualified and ill-defined (male) “God,” or even a non-culturally specific archetype like “Trickster,” will likewise not cultivate a further devotional relationship with Mercury. If the individual divine interests of a given person are sidelined in favor of group unity and become entirely shunted off to the exclusive realm of their own private devotions, and public rituals and celebrations instead focus on practices deriving from duotheistic or monistic theological bases, then the utility of attending such public rituals, associating with such groups, or supporting such movements will not be as appealing for such an individual as either simply focusing on their own practices as a solitary devotee, or finding a group that does support their interests and bolsters their desired divine relationships. Hence, the Polytheist movement has attempted to make space for that type of pursuit, whereas a variety of individuals within the Pagan religions have either outright refused to do so, have reluctantly agreed to be inclusive in this regard, or in other ways have made such “theological issues” a matter of little to no consequence while still enforcing an orthopraxy based in theologies that are not congruent to the individual polytheist’s experiences, while yet often claiming to be inclusive and promoting diversity despite knowingly or unknowingly suppressing one expression of it.

This is not to say that monistic, duotheistic, or atheistic (or any other!) theological outlooks are wrong, bad, or negative in any inherent sense. For those who wish to pursue them, and whose divine experiences fit those categories, they are entirely appropriate and indeed productive, and no one should wish to deprive anyone of those options. However, if one’s experiences are inherently different than these, and thus one’s practices in pursuit of further such experiences will likewise need to be different, then being forced into practical frameworks that are not supportive of those differences, all in the name of “being practice-based” and “not getting caught up in theological games,” will provide no solace, will not lead to spiritual fulfillment nor peace nor personal development, and will certainly not accomplish the goal which many individual polytheists desire: namely, to express devotion for one or more individual and distinct Deities or other varieties of divine being, and to cultivate relationships with them. Likewise, no matter how much some people in various Pagan religions might say that they are polytheists in practice, but that monism or duotheism or atheism is a part of their polytheism, then what they are saying is not “wrong” or “bad,” but it is reflective of a different set of experiences, and thus a different form of practice—even if apparently polytheistic—will be appropriate to that outlook, and will not be compatible with a practice that is based in polytheism in the strictest and most unmodified sense.[4]

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This is an historic gathering and an historic occasion, in so many respects: one of the first Polytheist conferences, where polytheists of many different traditions and practices with many different Deities have come together for the first time, because it is important to support and acknowledge each other and one another’s Deities in our modern world, and to call upon them for help and aid in a world beset with difficulties. I’m sure we’ve all heard before that Deities from different pantheons or different cultures should not be invoked in the same ritual nor honored on the same shrines or altars; but, fuck that! [Laughter; Applause] We have only been able to come together like this because our Deities have been able to do so, and if they can, then we can, and we all must be in this work together.

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Experience and practice are dynamic dance partners in a feedback loop, with particularly powerful experiences suggesting (and often plainly indicating) best practices, and devoted practices leading to further and deeper experiences. Both experience and practice can be characterized in particular ways theologically, and such characterizations would constitute statements of “belief” in almost all cases. As a result, polytheism is a type of belief, but it is not—as in the hegemonic creedal monotheisms—a belief that is adopted or enforced without any evidence or the benefit of experience, it is a belief which can only arise from authentic experience. Shifting the emphasis in a given religion away from belief to practice and experience—which is the position of almost every indigenous religion throughout history, as well as most of the non-monotheist religions currently in existence, and likewise the ancient religions of Europe, the Near East, Africa, and further afield—does not eliminate belief entirely so much as relocate it and subordinate it to the priority of experience and practice. But, like an algebraic equation, the results cannot be balanced unless the variables of experience and the coefficients of practice equal the quanta which are beliefs expressed in theological terms like polytheism, monism, duotheism, and so forth. The “x = 1” of monism will never suit the “12y = 2” of duotheism, and neither of those will ever be appropriate to the “365z = ab10 + 37” (or whatever numbers best suit!) for different forms of polytheism.

The distaste for undisciplined eclecticism, and the derision of the (oft-misunderstood) concept of syncretism, frequently occurs amongst both mainstream Pagans and with many polytheists, even more vocally in the latter case on many occasions. However, this notion seemed to get a major thumb in the eye during the Opening and Closing Rituals at Many Gods West in Olympia in late July and early August of the summer of 2015. Dozens of Deities from at least fifteen different cultures and traditions were all enshrined, honored, prayed and offered to on the same consecrated ritual space, in addition to Land and Water Spirits, totem animals, Heroes and Heroines, Saints, and seven different classes of Ancestors and Dead. While the objection to “fluffy” eclecticism and sloppy syncretism in polytheist circles still does tend to rule the day—something often attributed to more mainstream Pagans by polytheists—why, and more importantly, how, did it manage to all work out at Many Gods West?

The difference was not that the Deities and other divine beings were simply mashed together willy-nilly for this occasion, as if simply selected at random from a list in a 101-type book or a Wikipedia page on a particular culture’s pantheon; rather, they were brought forward and enshrined by their individual devotees whose practices have focused upon them for years or even decades. The communal shrine was a manifestation of already established individual devotions, recognized collectively. But, more importantly, it was understood by every person in the room that these Deities—not unlike the many individual humans who were in attendance at the conference—were not facets of one unity that are interchangeable with one another, and cannot be reduced to a singular Goddess or God (or Deity of any other gender!), and are far more than mere symbols or archetypes that exist solely within the strata of human consciousness. Instead, They are individual beings with agency, volition, and particular characteristics, Who can come into association with one another (including in syncretized forms) and can relate to one another, but do not simply meld into one another and are not mere masks of an undifferentiated “Divine.” There was more than one image of Loki, the Morrígan, Odin, Antinous, Kali, Hermes, Dionysos, and a variety of other Deities from different traditions in place on the shrine, and each of those individual images were different sides and aspects of these various Deities, reflected through the particular relationships that each Deity has with the individual devotees who brought them forward.

Just as there may be one photo album for a year of a person’s life, and their photos with their work colleagues as opposed to the ones with their spouse and children, or their bowling league, or their Saturday afternoon brunch buddies, will feature them in different outfits with different poses and moods, so too do sacred images of Deities and the relationships facilitated through them likewise have a distinctiveness that cannot be reduced to a singularity, even if it is the same Deity involved on several different occasions with a multiplicity of different individuals. Not unlike individuals—in the words of Walt Whitman—the Deities contain multitudes. A commitment to recognizing and maintaining this awareness of difference was what distinguished this opening ritual from many other opening rituals at more general Pagan events. It was longer, certainly, because of it, but it was no less sacred, and in fact was more beautiful, varied, and endlessly exciting because of this diversity. Diversity was never compromised for an enforced unity; instead, diversity was simply allowed to exist. The success of the conference was because of the people involved and the Deities they brought with them.

Polytheism as a theological category and distinction of belief arises from experience, and results in practice, and the character of these experiences and the results of these practices are utterly dependent upon the particularities of polytheism itself. Religious regard for a multiplicity of Deities and other types of divine being necessitates particular approaches to language usage, to ritual practices, to attitudes and ideas surrounding spiritual subjects, and to a great variety of other factors, all of which shape the experiences which result and the interpretations of those experiences that follow from those results. Those interpretations necessitate further refinements of practice to facilitate better and more useful and enriching experiences. Experience, practice, and belief—with the latter phrased as particular theological distinctions like “polytheism”—are connected and interrelated in a perpetual cycle, and a virtuous (rather than vicious!) circle that feeds back positively on itself and upon those who enter into it. One does not enter the circle and engage in the cycle without first having an experience that introduces it as the option that is the best and most appropriate for the individual concerned. Other theological positions have circles appropriate to them, which will positively feed back for those involved with them as well. Some may shift circles based on changing experience, and some will abandon these circles altogether for a diversity of reasons appropriate to individual experience and critical reflection upon those experiences.

But, the circles and the cycles are not interchangeable themselves, and the components of one cannot be replaced by the components of the others. Thus, to deny the validity of polytheism and to dismiss its concerns as mere matters of theology and belief that are subordinate to practice and experience is to deny the importance and indeed primacy of experience and practice themselves for those who find themselves with the peculiar pleasure of wishing to further encounter a diversity of individual Deities and divine beings as individually as they were first encountered.

The cycle starts and ends with experience, though, which is a similarity that practitioners in the Polytheist movement and likewise within the various Pagan religions can agree upon. To suggest that because a theological distinction has been used to characterize these experiences, though, thus means that polytheism is merely a matter of belief and is thus irrelevant to the praxis-based nature of Pagan religions, while a very common assertion imposed by others in the lives of many within the Polytheist movement, not only impedes the possibility of useful practice for those who have had such experiences, but is all the more a valid argument for why the Polytheist and Pagan religions may not be as compatible as some have insisted. The necessity of separate and distinct movements, spaces, and conversations for Polytheists as well as Pagans becomes all the more apparent, not only to provide safe spaces for individual polytheists and the collective Polytheist movement to caucus, but also to maintain mutual respect based in recognition of distinctiveness, which will then allow more mutually beneficial collaborations to occur between Polytheists and Pagans on issues and activities of common concern to both. Experiences will still differ, and the practices appropriate to them will likewise diverge, but the increase in diversity should not be seen—and, indeed, never has been—a threat to the larger Pagan umbrella…or, at least, it need not be viewed as such if understood with diligence and compassionate regard.

Notes

1. This, and the other italicized sections to follow, are paraphrased from the spoken rubrics that I used at the Opening Ritual of the first Many Gods West conference, held in Olympia, WA, U.S.A., at the Governor Hotel on July 31st-August 2nd, 2015. The ritual was held at 1:30 PM, involved about 90 people, and lasted around 90 minutes. For further details on it, see my blog post about it.

2. In the foregoing discussion, I am borrowing and paraphrasing words and ideas from Theanos Thrax, also known as the Anomalous Thracian, who has repeatedly emphasized in writing, discussions and conversations, and at formal presentations on diverse occasions, that polytheism is not merely the acknowledgement of many Deities, but instead is holding many Deities in religious regard. By contrast, henotheism may acknowledge many Deities, but does not hold all of them in religious regard; and even monotheism—at least in the dominant hegemonic forms of it—may acknowledge a multiplicity of divine beings, but may only consider one of them a Deity-as-such while interpreting all others as either lesser powers (e.g. Saints, angels, etc.) or as demons, with Deities from indigenous European and other cultures generally falling into the category of “demons” in most cases.

3. For more “practitioner”-based perspectives, see John Michael Greer, A World Full of Gods: An Inquiry into Polytheism (Tucson, AZ: ADF Publishing, 2005); Steven Dillon, The Case for Polytheism (Airesford: Iff Books, 2015). For a more academic treatment, see Page duBois, A Million and One Gods: The Persistence of Polytheism (Cambridge, MA and London: Harvard University Press, 2014). For various reasons, I do not recommend any of these books at present.

4. And, contrary to popular belief, that which is strict is not always negative, either!


Colossoi of Memnon Festival, Day 1: The Poetesses

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orpheus&sappho

A young girl struggled by the sea with her lyre–she had a song within her, but could not make fingers and voice work together to produce the dulcet tones she heard in her head match the ones heard upon the air. Sitting by the surge and swell of the sea around her island helped, not only to keep a rhythm appropriate to her state at the moment, but also to dull the untuneful notes with the sound of gulls and crashing waves.

She heard a voice, but looked around and saw no one.

Then when the voice became louder, suddenly she realized that the seaweed-covered flotsam was not an odd-shaped piece of driftwood, but a head–and stranger still, it rested upon a fine lyre.

The girl rushed to the side of the strange fruits of the sea, expecting putrescence to be emitted from the unfortunate remains of whomever-this-once-was, but only tasted the salt of the sea in her nostrils and nothing else.

The head was of a young man, laurel-crowned, his face unlined, his skin shining and supple as if he had only been killed moments ago, and his blood had not yet run from his skull. How could this be?

The girl’s wonder at the situation dissipated immediately, however, when the true wonders began to manifest, and the eyes of the head opened, followed by its mouth.

“You have heard my song…at last, after all these years.”

“Have you been singing long?”

“It could have been a day, or it could have been a thousand years of a thousand days each…I no longer know nor care.”

“Have none heard you for that length of time?”

“Some may have, but none stopped to ask, and certainly none came to speak with me as you speak with me now.”

The girl was ashamed that one of such noble bearing and authoritative voice would deem to speak with her, and she cast her gaze aside and downwards from the beautiful head and the lyre.

“My good lady, would you do me the favor of picking me up?”

The girl was surprised.

“Do you wish me to take your head in my hands, or the lyre?”

“Let us proceed to each in turn. Take my head first.”

“How do I grasp you?”

“Imagine I have a body, and that you take me to your bosom as a lover takes their beloved, and I know that you shall not pain me by the pulling of hair or ears, nor the grasping of cheeks as if my head is a melon to be plucked from some vine.”

The girl touched the head’s face lightly along the line of its jaw, and her flesh thrilled with the caress of the head’s cheek, as if in that moment her beloved Aphrodite had come to make a temple’s roof of her solar plexus and a sacred hearth-fire of the warmth gently beating within her own chest. She bent her two elbows to bring the head to her own breasts, as if she were about to suckle the dead man, and she thought of Agave and the head of Pentheus from far-off Thebes…

And it was as if the head itself knew of her thoughts, and somehow winced and recoiled from her in terror because of them. A look of horror born of painful memory flashed, but then lingered, in the self-luminous eyes of the head.

“If you tear the hair from my scalp, or the scalp from my skull, or the eyes from their sockets, or my tongue from my mouth, then I shall not resist you–if you be a maenad, then I cannot sate what your God has not yet sated for you!”

“Do not fear,” the girl said, stroking the head’s hair and cheek, “I mean you absolutely no harm. I am no Dionysian slave; if I am any sort of maenad, it is one in the train of the foam-born Goddess, and ours is not the practice of tearing flesh from beasts nor from men.”

The head actually smiled before he began.

“How wrong you are, child–the Cyprian Goddess is even more ardent a reaver of flesh from bones when it comes to women and men!”

The girl smiled back.

“Or men and men, or perhaps even women and women!”

“You are a girl after my own heart–or, since I have none any longer, I shall say my own head!”

The girl and the head laughed together.

“It does not surprise me,” the head eventually continued, “that it is you who has finally heard my voice as was meant. It is only for you that the maenads did not destroy my head utterly, and that I floated from Thrace to this island–which island is this, by the way?”

“Lesbos, and Mytilene lies just yonder.”

“Lesbos, indeed! Listen to me, my girl, and follow my directions exactly. I wish for you to take up my lyre, and I see that you are a student of Apollon’s art and Hermes’ invention. But, you will not have to trade your lyre in redemption of a debt of cattle with me, for it is I who shall impart a gift to you.”

“I wish I was worthy of a lyre as fine as yours, but the Muses have not yet favored me with their gifts in this art.”

“Then you are in luck once again, for it is the son of a Muse’s head, engendered in her epic-bearing womb by Apollon himself, that you hold in your hands.”

“My Goddess–am I holding the head of Orpheus?”

“You are indeed, my girl. And what is your name?”

“Sappho.”

“Sappho…listen closely to my words. Take my head in your hands, and lift me to your face. Kiss me as if I were the face of the one whom you loved most in the world, or would wish to love, whether it be a man or a woman, a mortal or a God, or some being of which not even the minds of the Gods can conceive. I am only a voice and a vision and it is to you now that these gifts will pass, for breath no longer moves through my lungs, and whether I had phallus or womb and breasts when I had a body is no longer a limitation–the Poet’s Voice encompasses all with the help of the Muses, and Kalliope, the Queen of the Muses, was my mother. You will take the breath from my mouth, the vision from my eyes, and into your voice and hands and the images present before your heart you will succeed in every endeavor of the lyric arts, and will serve to guide men at sea as surely as I guided the sailors on the Argo, and will be the solace of those going into Hades as much as I was able to charm the Lord and Lady of those regions when I made my ill-fated errand to overcome death.”

“You have already overcome death in being here.”

“But a Poet’s Breath is not the voice of death, even if it rises from death and speaks of it on occasion. A Poet’s Breath is in life, and thus you who are living must take it up and pass it along to others.”

Sappho smiled and stroked Orpheus’ hair once again, and then slowly raised his head to her face and kissed him. She inhaled as her tongue touched his tongue, and a flood of images overwhelmed her eyes.

She saw the throng of Thracian maenads who came looking for the man who refused the company of women, seeking his blood…and she saw men who were not maenads seeking the blood of thousands of men who were more like maenads than men.

She saw Ino pulling on the limbs of Pentheus with her sister Agave, and then throwing herself from the cliff with Melikertes in her arms…and she saw herself falling from a cliff as well into the waves of the sea.

She saw an Ethiopian king fall in battle, and his mother Eos leading a chorus of the Muses to lament him in death…and she saw a statue in Egypt that cried out in that Ethiopian’s voice, like a lyre’s string plucked, at every dawn and the sight of his mother in Her rising.

She saw an Emperor in his mourning for a lost boy, carried from him like Orpheus’ head in a river in another land, and the Emperor’s wife standing at the feet of the statue in Egypt.

And there was another woman with her: a woman who spoke with her voice, and was sometimes called by her name, whose love for Empress and boy and Emperor was as great as her own love for her Goddess and the girls and boys of her own island.

There was another woman there, too–another poetess whose voice would be appreciated in life, but who would sadly fade from the memory of so many because of pettiness. She saw her own works as well as her name, like the ebb and flow of the tides where she stood, coming into prominence and then into disdain, being praised and persecuted, being preserved and destroyed.

Sappho then took Orpheus’ head away from her mouth and set him gently in her lap. Orpheus began to laugh.

“What causes you to laugh, Orpheus?”

“I have kissed your lips, and in doing so, I have found my voice again. Now, where I sit, I can easily kiss another set of lips, it seems, and for the first time in ages, I actually want to!”

“I thought your love was only for Eurydike!”

“I do not speak of love here, Sappho; I only speak of the longing that every Poet knows, of the wish to transmit from one set of lips to another every form of art.”

“Then perhaps you shall have your wish at some point!”

“If I am the Muse of your art, Sappho, then it will be with you and I as it was for Hesiod and the Muses, and you shall become the Tenth Muse.”

Sappho then reeled in dizziness for a moment as another image stampeded across her vision. Another Ethiopian–but a child–with the name of a king hymned by poems on stone, who would die as cruel and untimely a death as Dionysos, as Melikertes, as Orpheus himself, and would be hymned by his father in Athens, who would be called a Tenth Muse as well.

“You have already seen many things that Chronos will see come to pass, and in which Kairos will show himself time and time again. It is the moment for you to take up the lyre, Sappho.”

And when she took Orpheus’ lyre in her hands, it was as if the Earth, the Heavens, and the star-flecked Night had never been rent asunder.

*****

[Also, I found this poem on a torn sheet of paper in one of my file boxes the other day; it was probably written sometime between later 2008 and the end of 2009, but I can’t narrow it down any further than that at present. I don’t think it has seen print anywhere previously (though it will in the next year!), and I am pretty certain I’ve never shared it on this blog, either. Nonetheless, it is in honor of “Hadrian and Sabina’s Sappho,” Julia Balbilla, and thus it is appropriate to share it on this day–the first of three in her and the Empress’ honor, as well as Memnon’s.]

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Julia Balbilla

In Sapphic verse, the course of poets’ lines,
With this Aeolic celebrated song
The rounded world of gods and men defines.

Come, Dionysos, with your spreading vines,
And sing sublime, Maenadic dancing throng,
In Sapphic verse, the course of poets’ lines.

Beneath the wine-dark surging sea’s salt brines
Poseidon’s pulsing, piercing trident prong
The rounded world of gods and men defines.

My verses ‘round the Empress’ ear entwines
Like unto soft brown sandal leather’s thong—
In Sapphic verse, the course of poets’ lines.

Balbillus calculated squares and trines
My ancestor, predicted—right or wrong—
The rounded world of gods and men defines.

To Lesbos lustfully my voice aligns
To Sappho sadly silent for so long
In Sapphic verse, the course of poets’ lines.

Stay, Dionysos, sate us with your wines
And soothe with music of flute, drum, and gong
The rounded world of gods and men…now whines.

Hadrian for his boy now weeps and pines;
Antinous, all sweet hymns belong—
In Sapphic verse, the course of poets’ lines.

Now, like Mesomedes, this theme divine
I sing this poem: Ouranic love is strong,
The rounded world of gods and men defines
In Sapphic verse, the course of poets’ lines.


Natalis Antinoi 2015

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A short while ago, I looked in Devotio Antinoo to see what I had written–because I couldn’t remember (which I’m not sure is a good thing, signifying that I’ve written so many things over the years that I just can’t recall all of them immediately, or a bad thing, showing I’m getting old and forgetful…!?!)!–for Natalis Antinoi. What I found is that the page, and the entire chapter (which is only a page!) on this particular holy day is one of very few in the latter 3/4 of that volume which is almost strictly about practice, and has very little poetry, hymnody, or verse on it at all. What it does have is “Happy Birthday” in Latin for Antinous, which I already did in my earlier post. Aargh…

I have certainly written things for the day that are appropriate since Devotio Antinoo came out–the ones from 2012, 2013, and 2014 definitely aren’t bad, if I may say so myself. Besides my account of the miracle from earlier, I had to write at least something today that was new. But, what?

And, like so many things in my life having to do with inspiration, it finally struck when I was near water–which is to say, *in the loo.* These kinds of things often happen to me when I’m taking a shower; or, when I’m either pouring libations to Cloacina and/or making bread for Sterculinus (and I think you can guess what those expressions mean!). I won’t tell you which of those things I was doing, but I suddenly got the idea right before I met some friends for the traditional feast for this day.

So, I hope you like what follows below! Depending on a few things, I might even write a second entry after this which may have something else in it, once the creative wheels are greased a bit more…

Thus, without further ado, a song not only appropriate for today, but which also brings in the wider “spirit,” as it were, that is now afoot with gusto in this troubled and precarious world (and very most certainly country) of ours. You’ll figure out the tune (though the syllables don’t fit the original particularly well) very quickly, I think…!?!

Hadrian gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
a Nilotic Holy City!

Pachrates gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

Hekate gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

Dionysos gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

Glykon gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
DONA NOBIS PACEM!
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

Artemis gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Six hounds a-hunting
DONA NOBIS PACEM!
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

Apollon gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Seven Ephesia Grammata
Six hounds a-hunting
DONA NOBIS PACEM!
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

Hermes gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Eight Gods syncretizing
Seven Ephesia Grammata
Six hounds a-hunting
DONA NOBIS PACEM!
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

Sabina gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Nine feasts a-feasting
Eight Gods syncretizing
Seven Ephesia Grammata
Six hounds a-hunting
DONA NOBIS PACEM!
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

The Trophimoi gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Ten Heroes dying
Nine feasts a-feasting
Eight Gods syncretizing
Seven Ephesia Grammata
Six hounds a-hunting
DONA NOBIS PACEM!
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

The Tetrad++ gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Eleven Temples offering
Ten Heroes dying
Nine feasts a-feasting
Eight Gods syncretizing
Seven Ephesia Grammata
Six hounds a-hunting
DONA NOBIS PACEM!
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

P.S.V.L. gave Antinous on Natalis Antinoi:
Twelve hymns a-singing
Eleven Temples offering
Ten Heroes dying
Nine feasts a-feasting
Eight Gods syncretizing
Seven Ephesia Grammata
Six hounds a-hunting
DONA NOBIS PACEM!
Four Flower Heroes
Three Sacred Serpents
Eternal Divinity
and a Nilotic Holy City!

*****

[And if you have any questions on “why?” the gifts listed above, feel free to ask in the comments! ;)



Hermes, Inventor of Respect; and, Other Stuff…

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I begin this miscellany post, to round out the month of November (did 2015 go very quickly for all of you as much as it did for me?), with something that I recently read in a book that doesn’t have a whole lot to do with this blog, which wasn’t fantastic (other than for the quotes it gave references to), and which is both not highly recommended by me, nor easily accessible (and it was an unexpected gift–alas, by its author!–recently). Nonetheless, some of the quotes are interesting and worth discussing in a polytheist context, I think, which that original book is most certainly not.

The quote in question comes from Plato’s Protagoras, in which the titular character speaks to Socrates about the apportioning of divine skills and pursuits from the Gods. The quoted section below is from 322a-323c, and the bit I’ve bolded is especially of note to me–it alone was quoted in the alluded-to book, and I decided to pursue it further and give its fuller context (in W. R. M. Lamb’s translation).

And now that man was partaker of a divine portion, he, in the first place, by his nearness of kin to deity, was the only creature that worshipped gods, and set himself to establish altars and holy images; and secondly, he soon was enabled by his skill to articulate speech and words, and to invent dwellings, clothes, sandals, beds, and the foods that are of the earth. Thus far provided, men dwelt separately in the beginning, and cities there were none; so that they were being destroyed by the wild beasts, since these were in all ways stronger than they; and although their skill in handiwork was a sufficient aid in respect of food, in their warfare with the beasts it was defective; for as yet they had no civic art, which includes the art of war. So they sought to band themselves together and secure their lives by founding cities. Now as often as they were banded together they did wrong to one another through the lack of civic art, and thus they began to be scattered again and to perish. So Zeus, fearing that our race was in danger of utter destruction, sent Hermes to bring respect and right among men, to the end that there should be regulation of cities and friendly ties to draw them together. Then Hermes asked Zeus in what manner then was he to give men right and respect: “Am I to deal them out as the arts have been dealt? That dealing was done in such wise that one man possessing medical art is able to treat many ordinary men, and so with the other craftsmen. Am I to place among men right and respect in this way also, or deal them out to all?” “To all,” replied Zeus; “let all have their share: for cities cannot be formed if only a few have a share of these as of other arts. And make thereto a law of my ordaining, that he who cannot partake of respect and right shall die the death as a public pest.” Hence it comes about, Socrates, that people in cities, and especially in Athens, consider it the concern of a few to advise on cases of artistic excellence or good craftsmanship, and if anyone outside the few gives advice they disallow it, as you say, and not without reason, as I think: but when they meet for a consultation on civic art, where they should be guided throughout by justice and good sense, they naturally allow advice from everybody, since it is held that everyone should partake of this excellence, or else that states cannot be. This, Socrates, is the explanation of it. And that you may not think you are mistaken, to show how all men verily believe that everyone partakes of justice and the rest of civic virtue, I can offer yet a further proof. In all other excellences, as you say, when a man professes to be good at flute-playing or any other art in which he has no such skill, they either laugh him to scorn or are annoyed with him, and his people come and reprove him for being so mad: but where justice or any other civic virtue is involved, and they happen to know that a certain person is unjust, if he confesses the truth about his conduct before the public, that truthfulness which in the former arts they would regard as good sense they here call madness. Everyone, they say, should profess to be just, whether he is so or not, and whoever does not make some pretension to justice is mad; since it is held that all without exception must needs partake of it in some way or other, or else not be of human kind.

Take my word for it, then, that they have good reason for admitting everybody as adviser on this virtue, owing to their belief that everyone has some of it; and next, that they do not regard it as natural or spontaneous, but as something taught and acquired after careful preparation by those who acquire it,—

It’s a very benevolent interpretation, that everyone has some knowledge and/or skill in both respect and justice. I’d argue, in agreement with the above, that many who refuse to acknowledge Deities have little if any respect (for Deities, for others, or often for themselves either), and it is perhaps no great surprise that the one who taught respect to humans, according to Protagoras, was Hermes.

I don’t have any witty commentary on this; I only point it out because I think it is very interesting and worth further thought.

Now, for more of the miscellany…

Go and read this RIGHT NOW: a comic by Dylan Edwards called “How I told my grandma I’m transgender.” Dylan Edwards also wrote Transposes, another great graphic novel from Northwest Press.

Here’s an interesting interview with H. Melt on trans poetry.

And, there’s several other links of note at the following Lambda Literary page.

When I do these miscellany posts, there’s almost always something either queer or Irish–and you’ve already had the former, so here’s the latter! This was utter news to me, but interesting at that: an article on Teddy Roosevelt’s role in popularizing Cú Chulainn for American audiences–who knew? I’ll have to see if I can get the article he wrote…hopefully, it’s better than the article written about this, which has several errors of detail in it (alas)…!?!

In the world of physics and astronomy, a rather interesting phenomenon has at last been directly observed: the devouring of a star by a black hole.

And, finally, for some laughs for those who like British comedy, and/or Brian Blessed (!?!):

While he’s damned close to a caricature of the Robert Bly school of “manliness” in so many respects, to parodic and self-parodic extremes, I did laugh very hard during this episode (and so did the audience at particular bits of Sterculinian humor), and I like the color of his shirt. ;)


The Ekklesía Antínoou

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[The following was an essay I submitted to an anthology that was supposed to be about “Pagan Paths” and groups of various sorts. Unfortunately, due to some difficulties in the editor’s life, the anthology is not going to be produced any longer. Given that I don’t think it’s useful to refer to myself as “pagan” any longer, I suppose this isn’t a bad thing necessarily…but nonetheless, so it doesn’t go to waste, I decided I’d share this essay here. It’s odd that I’ve spoken about the Ekklesía Antínoou for as long as I have on this blog (and elsewhere!), but have not really done anything in writing that attempts to define or elucidate it further than that. Well, for what it’s worth, here it is; this was written originally in October of 2014, with some slight revisions during this year.]

The Ekklesía Antínoou

by P. Sufenas Virius Lupus

In mid-June of 2007, the Ekklesía Antínoou was formed after a schism from the Ecclesia Antinoi, a group which had coalesced from June to October of 2002. The schism was prompted because of irreconcilable theological, procedural, political, and personal factors which made the primary schismatic, P. Sufenas Virius Lupus, think it would be better to pursue the original aims of the group in a different setting with different people. A small number of people within the group who agreed also left the Ecclesia Antinoi on that occasion (or eventually), and joined the new group; others maintained (and still maintain) membership within both groups. The Ecclesia Antinoi had been the first organized group dedicated to devotion to Antinous, the deified lover of the Roman Emperor Hadrian, although there were other individuals who honored him up to 30 years before 2002, and there are still other independent individuals and groups that are dedicated to him or have included him in their devotions.

The Ekklesía Antínoou is a queer, Graeco-Roman-Egytpian syncretist reconstructionist polytheist group dedicated to Antinous and related divine figures. It has also been identified at different points as gnostic and mystical. Each of these terms needs to be explained further in the context of the Ekklesía Antínoou’s usage and practices.

Queer: This term comes first in the descriptors for the group because, in certain respects, it can encompass many of the other descriptors in its most expansive definitions. On one level, this descriptor indicates that the style of spirituality and the assumptions of the group on a social level are “queer,” in the sense that they are made for, appeal to, include, are based upon, and arise from the sensibilities and social situation of LGBTQIA+ peoples and communities, which is to say: Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Trans*, Queer/Questioning, Intersexed, and Asexual. Though these terms are the most commonly included ones in the umbrella of modern “queerness,” others could be as well, including BDSM (Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism and Masochism) and fetish communities/practitioners, polyamorous people, and any and all other varieties of gender-variant and sexual minority individuals can be included, as long as these identifications and their attendant activities are legal—-pedophilia and any form of violation of consent sexually (and otherwise) are not only excluded, they are excoriated.

However, heterosexuals are specifically not excluded, either, which is one of the reasons that this group is potentially even more “queer” in its inclusiveness than many others. It is very specifically NOT a “gay group,” and this group does not hold the position that Antinous, Hadrian, or many others are “gay gods,” or that the group is only for young gay men or older gay men who like younger ones. This has occasionally been assumed, and in the Ecclesia Antinoi is even enforced to some extent, because of the nature of Hadrian and Antinous’ relationship, and the ahistorical notion that Antinous and Hadrian were “gay” when in fact such a sexual orientation distinction would not have existed in the ancient world. The group does recognize that a great deal of the behavior in modern LGBTQIA+ communities indicate that they are anything but “communal,” and this applies just as equally to some gay or queer spiritual groups as it does to those in the wider culture.

The lack of acceptance for LGBTQIA+, otherwise gender-variant, and other individuals is one of the main reasons that this group was formed. Too many Pagan, and in particular Wiccan, groups and individuals over the years have been heterosexist and gender-dualist, and occasionally even outright homophobic. The Ekklesía Antínoou, in addition to practicing radical inclusiveness itself, encourages it in its members and in the groups it associates with. Further, while political action is not required of group members, the wider social, political, and legal struggles for equality for LGBTQIA+ and other persons is an active and persistent concern of the group, as are social justice issues (e.g. racial/ethnic equality, feminism/anti-misogyny, environmentalism, etc.) in general.

The group has an interest in what are known as “praxis-based theologies,” like liberation, feminist, womanist, and political theologies in the Christian world, of which queer theology is also an exponent. The group is interested in going as far beyond “coming out theology” as possible, which is defined as the constellation of teachings, practices, and rituals that simply indicate that queer people are “different” but “it’s okay with the Gods that you’re queer,” and usually offer little or nothing else. Coming out is an important part of one’s development, no matter what one’s sexuality might be (including heterosexuality!), but it is not the end of the story, nor should it be focused upon as the culmination of one’s spiritual process. Increasingly, as younger generations grow up in a more tolerant, informed, and accepting world, the “coming out” process is nowhere near as difficult or as fraught with social and familial rejection as was expected even ten years ago, and thus the evolving social reality around these matters is taken very seriously by the Ekklesía Antínoou, and will be the subject of further adaptation and acculturation as time goes on and as membership increases.

In the Ekklesía Antínoou, one will never be excluded based on sexuality or gender, and individuals will always be welcomed without any question or reservation based on these matters.

Graeco-Roman-Egyptian: The cultures of Egypt, Greece, and Rome, particularly as they co-existed and intermingled in the period of late antiquity when the cultus of Antinous originated, is the main historical, religious, and cultural substrate from which the Ekklesía Antínoou draws its inspiration and much of its source material.

Egypt’s customs, including deification of anyone who drowned in the Nile, is an extremely important aspect of the ancient cultus of Antinous. His holy city of Antinoöpolis, where he drowned and would have first been recognized as a founding hero and Deity, lies in ruins in Egypt to this day. Egyptian mythic and magical traditions, as well as its intra-pantheonic and multiple-deity syncretistic traditions, are important to Antinous’ cultus and to the modern Ekklesía Antínoou.

The culture of Greece was pervasively influential in the ancient world from the Hellenistic period onwards, and mixed with Egyptian culture to create a distinctive Graeco-Egyptian culture during the Ptolemaic dynasty, which lasted past that dynasty’s demise into the period of the Roman Empire. Likewise, Rome itself took a great deal of religious inspiration from Greece in terms of mythology, philosophy, architecture, and a variety of other areas of influence. Most of the Roman Empire spoke Greek. The Emperor Hadrian was a philhellene (a lover of Greek culture), and was said to have spoken Greek better than he spoke his native Latin. Antinous was born in Bithynion-Claudiopolis in Bithynia, a province in Asia Minor, which was a colony of the city-state of Mantineia in Arcadia, on the Peloponnese in Greece. The Greek tradition of hero cultus is important to the cultus of Antinous, and many Deities and mystery traditions that are connected to Antinous are thoroughly Greek in origin.

Rome was ultimately the reason that Antinous’ cultus spread as far as it did. Anyone who drowned in the Nile would become a local God, but only the boyfriend of a Roman Emperor would have statues, coins, temples, and devotees honoring him from Bithynia to Britannia and Libya to Lanuvium, as well as further afield. It has been suggested by Caroline Vout that Antinous’ cultus was a “more friendly” and approachable adjunct to the Roman Imperial cultus. Hadrian himself was deified after his death in 138 CE, and likewise deified more female members of his genetic and adopted families than any other Emperor who ever lived. Antinous is similar to the Semones in Roman practice, Deities who were held to have had a mortal origin and who often are associated with nature. The Roman calendar, which is solar in its basis and was officially used during the time that Antinous’ cultus emerged, is also the source from which the Ekklesía Antínoou reckons ritual and sacred time.

It is not required that everyone in the Ekklesía Antínoou “fully” practice within each of these religious traditions, or even any of them; they are simply the acknowledged major roots of the tradition.

Syncretist: With the previous set of terms, the notion of syncretism is not only implied, it is necessary. So, too, is the case with the Ekklesía Antínoou.

Syncretism refers to (at least) two different phenomena: the combination of different systems of thought or belief (including religious systems), which is known in the Ekklesía Antínoou as methodological syncretism; and the linking of different deities in both inter- and intra-pantheonic fashions as often new or unique theophanies, which is referred to as theological syncretism in the Ekklesía Antínoou. Both of these understandings of syncretism are essential to the modern as well as the historical cultus of Antinous.

Syncretism has not ceased, nor is the “syncretistic canon” in relation to Antinous closed. There are further syncretisms of Antinous from the ancient world that have yet to be discovered or fully explored; and, there is little doubt that further syncretisms of him will emerge with modern people’s devotional engagements with him and the further unfolding of regional cultus and localized practices in modern polytheism. Further, the incorporation (but, hopefully, not appropriation) of elements from other forms of polytheism, or entirely other religions, can and has certainly occurred. These methodological syncretisms will no doubt continue when new members join with their own unique religious back-stories, and likewise can also occur when members respectfully pursue study of other religions and traditions alongside their continued established practices in the Ekklesía Antínoou.

Like Isis, Sabazios, Serapis, Mithras, and several other deities who were popular during late antiquity, Antinous was a “super-syncretistic” deity. But, just because he syncretized with many deities and heroes doesn’t mean that he did, could, or would syncretize with any or all of them.

Reconstructionist: The Ekklesía Antínoou is a group which uses a reconstructionist methodology for many of its practices. In essence, the group sees the existing artifacts related to Antinous, Hadrian, and other divine beings from the past as important starting-points and source-texts for building modern practices. Just as knowing someone’s history, where and how they grew up, and what important events occurred in their life before the present tells us much about them, so too is the case with Antinous, and with all of the divine beings involved in his cultus that emerged in the ancient world and were intertwined as indigenous practices of the cultures involved.

However, it is to be noted that “reconstructionist” is not an identity or a religion in itself, nor does it exclude the possibility of innovation, adaptation, translation, revision, and further experimentation with any and all religious matters. Though ancient indigenous cultures were prolific in their provision of the religious basis upon which this group (and others) builds its practices, our ancient predecessors do not have the “last word” on these matters, and the gods continue to exist, interact with humans, and thus create innovations in practice and theology. This group is not one that thinks the past is superior to the present in all ways, and is not at all against many of the modern conveniences and advances that have made life more pleasant for people over the last eighteen-hundred years since the emergence of Antinous’ cultus. This group does not use the term “UPG” as a pejorative, and in fact tends not to use it at all when referring to the experiences and interpretations of individuals within it; instead, we refer to these things as simple gnosis (on which, see below), or as religious or spiritual experience and insight.

The Ekklesía Antínoou starts with the fragments of the past, but does not stop there, and is firmly committed to existing in the modern world and building this practice for people in the modern world.

Polytheist: The ancient cultus of Antinous is not possible outside of a polytheistic framework. Antinous’ deification was seen to be dependent upon the direct divine intervention of other Deities (Re-Harakhte and Thoth, Horus, Selene, and possibly others).

This group is not monotheistic, and is not dedicated solely to Antinous as “the only god,” and makes no claims to the sole divinity or significance of Antinous. Likewise, it is not a henotheistic practice either, because it is dedicated to many other divine beings, even though Antinous gets the majority of the focus. In fact, further cultus to any of the divine beings within the Antinoan pantheon, as well as outside of it, is positively encouraged of all members!

Both monism and pantheism, even though these have been misunderstood as being synonymous with syncretism and “soft polytheism,” are also not appropriate in the Ekklesía Antínoou. This is because the individual cultus of any and all of the deities and heroes to whom Antinous was theologically syncretized persists and is maintained even despite their coming together on a particular occasion. As Rev. Tamara L. Siuda once said in relation to theological syncretism, “One plus one does not equal two, it equals three,” which is to say Antinous plus Hermes does not equal a oneness of Antinous-Hermes (which would be monism), or a two-ness of Antinous and Hermes (which would be the position of some “hard polytheists”), but instead the three-ness of Antinous, Hermes, and Antinous-Hermes.

The Ekklesía Antínoou does not discount nor discourage groups who hold other theological frameworks apart from polytheism, if their theological positions are appropriate to their own group’s history, practice, and ideals. Further, people within the group can come to whatever understanding of these matters best suits them, their experiences, and the desired direction of their practice. However, if one is not a polytheist, or is only secondarily a polytheist, this group will likely present difficulties to one’s mindset upon encountering it initially.

Gnostic and Mystical: “Gnostic,” in the non-heterodox Christian sense, simply refers to a style of spiritual engagement which emphasizes gnosis, the Greek word for “knowledge,” rather than what is commonly understood in mainstream monotheistic religions as “belief” or “faith.” Thus, people within the Ekklesía Antínoou are encouraged not to take any teachings or theological positions “on faith,” but instead they should pursue direct communication and experiences with Antinous as a god, the related divine figures also included in our practices, and really anything else that strikes them as of importance. Gnosis, thus, is treated as such, as experiential knowledge in which one has confidence and trust (pistis in Greek, which is often translated as “faith” or “belief” but is much more directly experiential than that), rather than as something which is entirely personal, irrelevant to others, and holds second-place to historically-attested sources or doctrines. A motto sometimes employed in the Ekklesía Antínoou is Non Credo Nosco, which is usually translated as “I Do Not Believe; I Know.”

In a certain sense, thus, the term “mystical” is synonymous with “gnostic,” because mysticism tends to be understood as any spiritual pursuits that desire direct relationships with divine beings. This term also originates in Greek concepts, particularly of the Mystery traditions and schools of the ancient world (including the Eleusinian Mysteries, in which both Hadrian and Antinous were initiates); and, indeed, there is an Antinoan Mystery tradition within the Ekklesía Antínoou that is open to anyone who wishes to pursue it after a period of study.

It is to be understood, however, that “mysticism” need not imply “union with the Divine,” as it is often phrased in monotheistic and more generalized religious studies contexts. Because monotheistic traditions only have a singular deity, it is impossible to become more divine without some sort of union—-at least in love and will—-with the singular deity involved. Because we are polytheists, there is a much wider and more varied range of experiences that can constitute mysticism where Antinous is concerned. One might enjoy a brief experience of “mystical union” with Antinous, but it is not persistent, and does not involve direct and continuous identification with or equivalence to Antinous; at best, it is a temporary theological syncretism between the individual devotee’s soul and one of the divine forms of Antinous. One’s own identity and boundaries are maintained, even if one is improved by the close contact with Antinous which has occurred. The goal of mystical practice in the Ekklesía Antínoou is not to “become united with Antinous,” but instead to become more fully realized, actualized, and developed in one’s own divine nature—in other words, to work toward heroization or deification oneself. This is not a matter of “hubris,” since it was possible for ancient Greeks, Romans, and Egyptians all to achieve apotheosis after a life well-lived.

Dedicated to Antinous: This should be the most obvious of the terms examined thus far, though perhaps more should be said about it. “Dedication” does not only mean that members of the Ekklesía Antínoou are simply inspired by, honor, or “like” Antinous and the example he has set; it means that we actively are devoted to him, and worship him, and do so in a disciplined, defined, and dedicated fashion. It is a path which can accurately be described as within the modern movements known as “devotional polytheism.” While there are communal, nature-focused, self-developmental, and other dimensions to the Ekklesía Antínoou’s practices and concerns, it is primarily a Deity-centered group and practice. Anyone who has a problem with actually worshipping Deities, and calling one’s practices by that term, is likely to not find the Ekklesía Antínoou appealing.

The dichotomy between “mystery religions” (which tend to be understood as initiatory and self-developmental) and “devotional religions” (which tend to be interpreted, and often denigrated, as “congregational” and having a lay and clerical divide) that has been identified and discussed by some modern Pagans is seen as a non-issue in the Ekklesía Antínoou. It is both a mystery tradition and a devotional tradition, and one side of the equation is entirely dependent upon the other, and thus they cannot be in conflict.

And Related Divine Figures: Finally, the Ekklesía Antínoou’s practices take in a far greater number of divine beings than Antinous. There are the Divi and Divae that were closest to him, like Hadrian and his wife Sabina, who are also worshipped, as well as further examples (e.g. Sabina’s mother Matidia and grandmother Marciana; Hadrian’s adopted mother Plotina and adopted father Trajan; his successors Aelius Caesar and Antoninus Pius; etc.). There are many Deities that Antinous is syncretized with, including Osiris, Dionysos, Hermes, Apollon, Silvanus, Vertumnus, Pan, and others; likewise, there are a variety of heroes with whom he is syncretized as well, including Aristaios, Achilleus, Androklos, Eunostos, Ganymede, and others. He comes into contact with certain deities at various cultic sites and in other instances, including Diana, Isis, Hathor, Bes, Selene, Thoth, Hapi, and many more. Deities who were important to Hadrian are also revered, including Disciplina, Zeus, Serapis, Ptah, Nefertem, Harpocrates, Artemis, Athena, Hera, Demeter, Persepohone, and numerous further examples.

The group ancestors of the group are the Sancta/e/i of the Ekklesía Antínoou (with Sanctus and Sancti being the masculine singular and plural, Sancta and Sanctae being the feminine singular and plural, and Sanctum and Sancta being the classical neuter singular and plural, which are now used for people who are other-than-binary-gendered). While the “moral perfection” often assumed to accompany “sainthood” in a Christian context is not expected nor appropriate for our group, nonetheless the individuals so identified in our context accomplished something important that deserves posthumous recognition. The list of the Sancta/e/i includes people who were known to be priests and sacred functionaries of Antinous’ ancient cultus, authors and dedicants who wrote him hymns or inscriptions, more recent scholars and artists who include him in their works, queer people of note and accomplishment, and a variety of others. The religion of the person during their life does not impact the possibility of their inclusion as a Sancta/e/i, though we also make no claims about their posthumous allegiances or identities. The Sancta/e/i simply are regarded as having the right to free passage on Antinous’ Boat of Millions of Years, his own particular section of the possible afterlives in a polytheistic outlook, no matter where their destination, origin, or other residences in their respective afterlives might or might not be. The Sancta/e/i have responded, both individually and collectively, to cultus and to oracular contact in the context of the group. There is a ritual of sanctification that accompanies a person’s recognition as a Sancta/e/i, which can be performed by anyone at any point.

Other heroes are also given cultus in the Ekklesía Antínoou. These include the three Trophimoi (“foster-children”) of Herodes Attikos—namely Polydeukion, Memnon, and Achilles—as well as Herodes himself, his wife Appia Annia Regilla, and his other children, who were heroized after their deaths, and the cultus of the Trophimoi in particular was based on that of Antinous, given that Herodes was a friend and imitator of Hadrian, as well as a known cultist of Antinous during his life. Memnon of the Trophimoi is named after a more well-known hero of the Trojan War, who originated from Ethiopia, and was the son of the dawn-goddess Eos and her human lover Tithonos. A monument in Egypt associated with Memnon was important to Hadrian, his wife Sabina, and their court poetess Julia Balbilla, and so he is also worshipped. Palaimon/Melikertes was said to have been a cousin of Dionysos, who died by falling into the sea, and was regarded as a god or hero after his death, particularly in Corinth where the Isthmian Games were held in his honor; Hadrian seems to have honored him, and his overall similarities to Antinous’ youthful death by drowning, and his honoring with athletic games and mysteries, suggest he is an important parallel figure to include in cultus.

Antinous and many of the previously-mentioned divine beings were also involved in the creation of a group of new deities known as the Tetrad++ from 2011 to 2013. These deities are representatives of trans* and gender-variant identities, and consist of Panpsyche (“All-Soul,” a male-to-female trans* goddess), Panhyle (“All-Body,” a female-to-male trans* god), Paneros (“All-Love,” a metagendered deity), Pancrates (“All-Power,” a pangendered deity), Paneris (“All-Strife,” a gender-fluid deity), and Panprosdexia (“All-Acceptance,” a non-gendered and asexual deity). Their birth festivals in March, December, and February are celebrated yearly, as well as other holy days associated with their unfolding history.

These lists are not exclusive.

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Now that some basic outlines of the group’s background, inspirations, activities, and outlooks have been established, there are a few other areas which those who wish to investigate the Ekklesía Antínoou might find useful to know more about.

GROUP STRUCTURE

The Ekklesía Antínoou is democratic in its organization, with the current Magistratum (P. Sufenas Virius Lupus) having been elected by a quorum of members to an eight-year term of administrating the group’s public activities.* The term ekklesía in Greek does not mean “church,” but instead the “totality of a voting population in a region of a democratic polis,” and thus it figuratively means that members of the Ekklesía Antínoou are the “citizenry” or “people of Antinous.” However, one’s citizenry is exercised best by voting, and thus taking part in discussions and other activities that the group holds.

Membership of the group is open to anyone and everyone, without any discrimination or exclusion. Exclusivity of affiliation with other groups/religions/etc. is not required nor encouraged of those who wish to join the Ekklesía Antínoou. Membership does not need to be approved by anyone at present, though claiming membership in one’s public identifications which cannot be verified or corroborated by having been in contact with the actual active members of the group is not recommended. Most group members have signed up for the Ekklesía Antínoou Yahoo!Group. People under the age of eighteen are welcome to be members, but cannot be initiated into the Antinoan Mysteries until the age of eighteen. Mystery traditions associated with Polydeukion and the Trophimoi, which are open to people younger than eighteen, are in development, but must first be revealed to a dedicated group of younger devotees working in close relationship with the Ekklesía Antínoou.

Priestly roles and clerical duties and responsibilities do exist in the group at present, but have not been actively sought by very many people. It is not expected that every member of the group assumes such a role, outside of ministering to their own needs and those of close family and friends in their own rituals and at their own home shrines. People who are patrons of the group’s activities through various roles become recognized with the title of Aedificatores/Aedificatrices, “builders” of the Ekklesía Antínoou. At Lupercalia on February 15th yearly, at least one (but preferably three) people are initiated into the Luperca/e/i priestly sodality. After a period of directed study after a request for initiation is made, people meeting the Mystagogos of the Antinoan Mysteries in person can undergo an initiation ritual, which can be “failed” and is not guaranteed to succeed automatically for everyone who attempts to undergo it.

George Cecil Ives, an Ekklesía Antínoou Sanctus who founded the Order of Chaeronea as a secret pro-homosexual spiritual group in the late 1800s, once said in relation to the order that “All are equal as regards authority; not all are equal as regards effort.” This is a statement which can apply quite aptly to the Ekklesía Antínoou and its approach to authority and responsibility amongst its members.

While several public or semi-public rituals are held each year, the reality for most people in the Ekklesía Antínoou is a household-based solitary practice, possibly including one’s friends and co-religionists from whatever other traditions one might practice. As the group grows larger and has more members in greater concentrations in particular regions, this will hopefully increase the number of public and communal activities which can occur. The Seattle area is where the largest concentration of active Ekklesía Antínoou members currently reside, with small concentrations as well in the Bay Area. The group usually does a few activities at PantheaCon in San Jose over President’s Day weekend, and has done so every year since 2007.**

RITUALS AND PRACTICES

The group uses a solar calendar, and tends to frown upon observing holy days (especially the most important ones) on “the most convenient weekend close to the festival” concerned, as happens in many pagan groups, because there is great significance in the specific dates that are known from the ancient cultus that need to be worked with and worked around in order to integrate their significance into one’s life, rather than being made a matter of convenience based on when in the week they might occur. The Ekklesía Antínoou’s calendar is extensive, with festivals occurring multiple times each month. The most important of these, in order, are: Foundation Day (October 30th), commemorating the foundation of Antinoöpolis and the deification of Antinous; Natalis Antinoi (November 27th), the birthday of Antinous; Megala Antinoeia (April 21st), “Great Festival of Antinous,” a multi-faceted festival; the Lion Hunt and Miracle of the Red Lotus (August 21st-22nd); the birth and death of Hadrian (January 24th and July 10th, respectively); the Apotheosis of Sabina (March 21st); the Boar Hunt (May 1st); the festivals of Herodes Attikos, his family, and the Trophimoi (March 5th-11th); the birth-dates of the Tetrad++ (February 16th, March 2nd and 17th, and December 31st); the birthdate of the goddess Diana (August 13th); and Lupercalia (February 15th). Many other festivals, related to syncretisms of Antinous, other ancient Greek, Roman, and Egyptian holy days, and dies Sancta/e/i which encompass almost every day of the year can also be celebrated.

Public rituals involve processions, offerings of food and drink, recitation of prayers and hymns (the latter often sung), the invocation of the Obelisk of Antinous to create sacred space, and a variety of other possible activities including sacred games (athletic and artistic), performance of sacred dramas, and other options depending on who is involved and what is being celebrated. Private devotions and observance of holy days can take a similar form, but on a smaller or more low-key scale than the larger public celebrations.

There is also a practice for purification purposes known as the Inundation ritual, which can be done on an individual or group basis, but requires the use of a swimming pool, hot tub, or natural water source that one can submerge oneself in. This practice is done, when possible, before major public rituals, or at any other time when one feels that a thorough spiritual cleansing would be beneficial to one’s well-being and further productivity.

MAGIC AND THE EKKLESÍA ANTÍNOOU

The general observance of two modes of magic—-“high” and “low”—-is one that likely applies to the Ekklesía Antínoou, and in practice it favors high magic. These sorts of practices, characterizing the ancient Greek view of Egyptian religious ritual as magika hiera, and being continued on a more private basis in late antiquity with the practice of theurgy, is the bulk of what is done in the Ekklesía Antínoou. Prayers, hymns, and other ritual activities are done to honor the Gods, and to give the people involved in the group closer contact with the various divine beings.

That having been said, magic of the “low” variety is not disapproved of, but it generally is not a part of major rituals. Some exceptions do occur. There is a practice that has been done since 2010 known as the “Spell Against Homophobia,” which has been performed in some group rituals when especially egregious actions have taken place against queer people politically or socially. The Ephesia Grammata (“Ephesian Letters”) were a mainstay of ancient Greek magical practice, and are used in the Ekklesía Antínoou for divination, protection, and as components in other magical practices. The Serpent Path of the Ekklesía Antínoou also has magical applications. Hadrian himself was very interested in magic, and a spell from the Egyptian priest/poet/magician Pachrates/Pancrates of Heliopolis does survive, as well as a love spell invoking Antinous. Further study of any ancient magical traditions, and their adaptations to modern practice and situations, could potentially prove useful and rewarding for members of the Ekklesía Antínoou.

MORALS, VALUES, AND ETHICS

The Ekklesía Antínoou does not have any guiding ethical statement akin to the Wiccan Rede, nor any definitive statements on the expected moral conduct of its members. However, virtue is held in very high regard by the group, and it is expected that group members, especially those involved in public activities, attempt to comport themselves with the highest standards of virtuous conduct at the forefront of their minds and in their resulting behaviors.

Hospitality is especially important, and it entails not only being a good host to humans and to the Deities and divine beings who are the recipients of devoted cultus, but also being a good guest to the other humans involved when attending their rituals or having events in their homes or other venues, as well as being good and gracious guests in the presence of divine beings.

Consensuality is also held in extremely high regard by members of the Ekklesía Antínoou, in every dimension of life, and including in ritual. No one should ever feel “forced” to do anything they don’t want to do in a ritual, whether it is standing up for a certain prayer, or even saying a certain prayer; however, disruptiveness and disrespect in a ritual (which is, hopefully, curtailed due to concerns over hospitality, as mentioned above) are not tolerated. The issue of consent is especially concerning where nudity and sexuality are involved, although both of these are rarely (in the case of nudity) or never (in the case of sexuality) involved in public ritual. Concerns over consent also spill over into every other area of life which Ekklesía Antínoou members participate in, and it should never be violated, nor should anyone attempt to violate anyone else’s ability to consent. Some Gods may forgive such infractions; Antinous will not.

Apart from these, a firm stance against homophobia, transphobia, biphobia, heterophobia, erotophobia, misogyny, racism, ableism, and all other forms of discrimination is both expected and encouraged in all members.

THE EKKLESÍA ANTÍNOOU CURRICULUM OF STUDY

Despite the extensive online resources available for those interested in the Ekklesía Antínoou, and the many published books of its founder, the most important thing to do when getting involved in the Ekklesía Antínoou is to start practicing devotion. Obtain a preferred image of Antinous (printed from photos online if necessary), set up a shrine for it, and simply begin practicing, whether that means giving daily offerings as extensive as a feast or as simple as water, incense, or a candle, and pray—-whether formally or informally, with prepared texts or improvised. The work of devotion to Antinous will teach one how to do the work of devotion to Antinous!

However, there are many resources available for those who are curious and want to learn more. Probably the most comprehensive book on the topic at present is Lupus’ Devotio Antinoo: The Doctor’s Notes, Volume One, which includes numerous modern devotional texts, as well as translations of the major ones from the ancient world, and much further material and commentary besides. Courses in various topics having to do with Antinous are offered by Lupus, in a collegiate-like independent study and correspondence fashion online (and with collegiate standards!), through Academia Antinoi.

After a period of study and active participation, those wishing to seek a more prominent service-based role within the Ekklesía Antínoou should get in touch with Lupus via e-mail and see what the further options are and what responsibilities they might entail.

The current Ekklesía Antínoou is somewhat characterized by the methodology of “build it as you fly it.” The dedicated practice of Antinoan devotion, especially with a community of colleagues and co-religionists, yields further insights as it is done. There are many aspects of the Ekklesía Antínoou which can be understood as “tradition” at this point, even though the group has only existed since 2007 and has roots back to 2002; however, there is a great deal yet to be determined, established, more fully developed, and more consistently and vibrantly enacted. Thus, anyone who wishes to become a part of a tradition that values the contributions of its members, both new and old (as long as they pass critical evaluation), and is actively seeking creative, informed, and enthusiastic participants in and creators of spiritual technologies in an Antinoan context, will find a welcome place in the membership of the Ekklesía Antínoou.

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Theodor Abt and Erik Hornung, Knowledge for the Afterlife: The Egyptian Amduat–-A Quest for Immortality (Zurich: Living Human Heritage Publications, 2003).

Lesley Adkins and Roy A. Adkins, Dictionary of Roman Religion (New York: Facts on File, 1996).

Hans Dieter Betz (ed./trans.), The Greek Magical Papyri in Translation, Including the Demotic Spells, Second Edition (Chicago and London: The University of Chicago Press, 1996).

David M. Halperin, One Hundred Years of Homosexuality and Other Essays on Greek Love (London and New York: Routledge, 1990).

Christopher P. Jones, New Heroes in Antiquity: From Achilles to Antinoös (Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 2010).

Jack Lindsay, Men and Gods on the Roman Nile (New York: Barnes & Noble, 1968).

P. Sufenas Virius Lupus, “Artemis and the Cult of Antinous,” in Thista Minai et al. (eds.), Unbound: A Devotional Anthology for Artemis (Eugene: Bibliotheca Alexandrina, 2009), pp. 106-112.

___, The Syncretisms of Antinous (Anacortes: The Red Lotus Library, 2010).

___, Devotio Antinoo: The Doctor’s Notes, Volume One (Anacortes: The Red Lotus Library, 2011).

___(a), A Garland for Polydeukion (Anacortes: The Red Lotus Library, 2012).

___(b), A Serpent Path Primer (Anacortes: The Red Lotus Library, 2012).

___(c), All-Soul, All-Body, All-Love, All-Power: A TransMythology (Anacortes: The Red Lotus Library, 2012).

___(d), “‘I Have Seen The Maiden’: Hadrian, Antinous, and the Eleusinian Mysteries,” in Melitta Benu et al. (eds.), Queen of the Sacred Way: A Devotional Anthology in Honor of Persephone (Asheville, NC: Bibliotheca Alexandrina, 2012), pp. 164-172.

___, “Antinous the Imperfect,” in Tara “Masery” Miller (ed.), Rooted in the Body, Seeking the Soul: Magic Practitioners Living with Disabilities, Addiction, and Illness (Stafford: Immanion/Megalithica, 2013), pp. 58-72.

___, “Antinous and Glykon: The Gods of Good Hair in Late Antique Anatolia,” Abraxas: International Journal of Esoteric Studies 5 (2014), pp. 165-174.

___, “Demeter and Goetia: The Eleusinian Mysteries and the Strange Case of Hadrian and Antinous,” in Melitta Benu and Rebecca Buchanan (eds.), Potnia: A Devotional Anthology in Honor of Demeter (Asheville, NC: Bibliotheca Alexandrina, 2014), pp. 261-272.

___, Ephesia Grammata: Ancient History and Modern Practice (Anacortes: The Red Lotus Library, 2014).

___, “On Being Fed on Boar and Lion Entrails and the Marrow of Bears: Antinous and Hadrian, Heroes and Hunting,” Walking the Worlds 1.1 (Winter 2014), pp. 91-100.

___, “The Sancti of the Ekklesía Antínoou: Group Ancestors,” in Sarenth Odinsson (ed.), Calling to Our Ancestors (Hubbardston, MA: Asphodel Press, 2015), pp. 24-32.

___, “At Least Two Memnons: Anti-Racism Versus Tokenism in the Ancient World and Modern Polytheist Reconstructionism,” in Crystal Blanton, Taylor Ellwood, and Brandy Williams (eds.), Bringing Race to the Table: Exploring Racism in the Pagan Community (Stafford: Immanion/Megalithica, 2015), pp. 93-110.

___, “Syncretism as Methodology of Localization: A Short Note on Antinoan Cultus in Antiquity and in the Syncretistic Present,” Walking the Worlds 1.2 (Summer 2015), pp. 119-124.

Corinne Ondine Pache, Baby and Child Heroes in Ancient Greece (Urbana and Chicago: University of Illinois Press, 2004).

Trevor W. Thompson, “Antinoos, The New God: Origen on Miracle and Belief in Third Century Egypt,” in Tobias Nicklas and Janet E. Spittler (eds.), Credible, Incredible: The Miraculous in the Ancient Mediterranean (Tübingen: Mohr Siebeck, 2013), pp. 143-172.

Caroline Vout, Power and Eroticism in Imperial Rome (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2007).

Sarah Kate Istra Winter, Dwelling on the Threshold: Reflections of a Spirit-Worker and Devotional Polytheist (Eugene: self-published by CreateSpace, 2012).

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*: This no longer applies; P. Sufenas Virius Lupus stepped down from this role in October of 2015, and the replacement council of three Magistrata/e/i will be decided in the next few days as of the posting of the present piece.

**: This had been the case until 2015; PantheaCon 2016 has no Ekklesía Antínoou events accepted or listed on its official program.


Dies Natalis of Hestia in Naukratis 2015

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Birth-festivals amongst the Gods are always an odd affair, especially if they are birth-festivals that don’t seem to be celebrated anywhere else.

The Naukrateian villa where the Gods of Greece sometimes spent Naukrateia in Egypt waited for them, once again, to arrive and spend the festival of Hestia’s birth. The Goddess of the Hearth did not visit the villa personally very often, other than on this odd festival for her.

She only expected two of her siblings to be present–Zeus and Hera–while the others would give their usual excuses: the “poor temper” that kept Demeter away would be the same reason why Hades had His hands full in His own realm with “personal issues.”

And what of Poseidon? At this time of year, He’d be more unpredictable than ever–sometimes riding in on an unusual wave of the Nile to join the celebration, sometimes tearing apart the coastline in some other country without mercy or reason. They had not heard either way from him this year, and expected He would not be turning up.

Four others would be there, She knew: Aphrodite, looking amazing as always and smelling like the essence of a million roses; Apollon, as handsome as ever and probably with a few clever and knowing quips that held some portents of the future; and the Dioskouroi, two very nice boys certainly, but not Deities she had ever felt particularly close with in the past. Still: at least they turned up. Awkward occasions like this were less awkward, She felt, if there were more people present and the likelihood of long pauses and uncomfortable silences was reduced thereby with more talkative types gathered around the hearth.

The hearth–on this occasion, it was a strange one as well. Recently, a large outdoor table with a lava-rock-filled basin in the middle of it had been installed, and They would sit around it that night telling stories and looking up at the night’s sky as Their relatives, friends, and enemies passed overhead. She remembered when hearths were the center of the household, and not “an option” that could be added, much less added *outside* and having nothing to do with the sustaining of the place, the cooking of the food, or the main location of religious devotions outside of the house’s ancestor shrines.

No matter–musing too long on how things used to be did nothing for dealing with how things actually are, and there was no going back.

She arrived in the villa and saw Apollon sitting a bit too close to Kastor, and Kastor was looking less depressed than usual. Polydeukes was trying His best to seem entertaining to Aphrodite, Who was being polite but not overly interested. Hera was keeping her distance from everyone and staring out the window.

“The Lady of the Hour is here!” Apollon said as Hestia approached the group.

“Joyous tidings to you this day!” Aphrodite said.

“Hey, happy birthday!” said Polydeukes.

“Enjoy,” Kastor echoed, enthusiastically for Him but rather dour to most ears.

“Oh, sister, it’s good to see you,” Hera began as she approached quickly, half-embraced Her elder sister, and then stepped back.

“And where’s our little brother?” Hestia asked.

“Well, my husband“–Hestia noted how Hera emphasized the words, as if Hera was in any danger of being passed over for Hestia’s virginal charms–“will not be joining us this year. He is ‘otherwise’ occupied.” Hera did not sound happy with these circumstances.

“Who is it this time?” Hestia asked.

“Ganymede,” Apollon interrupted.

“No, Semele,” Aphrodite contradicted.

Kastor said “No, Leda” while Polydeukes said “No, Leto” at the exact same time.

Everyone paused, and then began laughing.

Hestia was the first to attempt speaking over the laughter.

“Well, my sister, you have to remember, He’s just a child, really–the baby of our family. I hear Thetis say the same thing about our Father Kronos, and our brother and your husband is nothing if not a chip off the old block, is he not?”

“The rock that Mother substituted for him certainly looked a lot like our Father,” Hera mused half-heartedly.

“In any case, if He is not here, then He is not here, and we should not worry too much of it.”

“True,” Hera said, trying Her best to distract from Her unease over the whole situation. “Have you heard from any of the others?”

“Prometheus, as usual, sends his regards a week early, with the typical ‘I still owe you’ message–at this point, I have no hope that He’ll ever repay His debts to me.”

“It’s too bad He isn’t more like Hermes,” Apollon said, touching the edge of His lyre that was lying nearby.

“One can only imagine what Prometheus would have engineered as a fair compensation, if he only thought about things now rather than playing a hundred moves ahead constantly,” Hestia joked, and everyone agreed with vocally but wordlessly.

After another awkward silence, Hestia decided the whole affair was becoming too stilted for her.

“So, we may as well get it out of the way: what do you have for me this year?”

“We thought we might combine our efforts and get you something really unusual,” Aphrodite said, enthused that Hestia would agree that Their gesture was fitting. It certainly beat getting five gifts from the typical group, with doubles on one of them since Kastor and Polydeukes seemed to share a brain between Them much of the time, and getting the exact same gift from both of Them–despite Their separate acquisition of Them on most occasions, even–had occurred more times than She cared to recount.

“This should be interesting, then,” Hestia remarked more as a challenge than an expression of hope.

Kastor brought the box forward and placed it in Hestia’s hands rather nervously, then backed away quickly. Mortals never change, Hestia thought as she saw the fear of being burned flash in His eyes.

Everyone gathered around Hestia as she pulled on the big red bow on the top of the package.

She suddenly stopped, and everyone’s eyes became wide.

Why make a pretense of the whole thing? Are we not Gods? Hestia thought so loudly that everyone there heard Her.

A blue-orange flame erupted from her hands, consuming the entire box, bow, and wrapping paper completely, leaving what was inside of it entirely unscathed…or was it?

Inside was a piece of desiccated wood, burned black and with small amounts of ash gathered on its upper surface.

“What is it?” Hestia asked.

“It’s from the Zoroastrians, an ember from their most sacred flame,” Apollon announced.

“Well,” Hestia paused, looking at the gift from the Gods. “It’s certainly original, and unexpected.”

She was quiet for a few moments, and then began to beam.

“This is…the most thoughtful gift I’ve had in a very long time. Thank you! Thank you all!”

The Deities gathered breathed a sigh of relief and began to applaud and sound their pleasure at Hestia’s thankfulness.

Once things settled down, She took the ember out to the hearth outside, placed it, and it lit immediately, bringing a strange light and warmth to the entire proceeding that She had never expected. As She stood under the endless night sky and the winding of the celestial Nile could be seen clearly and enchantingly overhead, she heard the sliding glass door open and close.

It was Hera.

“By the way, sister, these also arrived for you earlier today,” Hera said, and handed her two cards. “Happy birthday! We’ll join you out here in a few moments once we have the food ready.”

“Thank you, sister.”

Hera went inside once again.

Hestia opened the first card. It was from Antinous, Hadrian, and Sabina, asking her to join them in Antinoöpolis the following year on that date, if she was not otherwise engaged. It would be a nice change of scenery, She thought, and likely as not, all of these Gods would be there, too. She heard they threw a good God party in that neighborhood, anyway.

The second card was from someone She rarely if ever heard from.

Vesta.

“Dearest Hestia, Light of the Greeks–I hope this message finds you well. As you may know, the Gods of Rome are holding a birth-feast for me in Naukratis this very night, as must be the case with you and your own people. I am weary of such things, personally, but I shall endure them as I have for these many centuries, and I know you will be of a similar mind. If at all possible, find a few moments to steal away later, and perhaps we can meet for a drink, a commiseration, and perhaps even more than that–it is only my priestesses who must be virginal, and I know the same is true of you, so perhaps we can stoke one another’s fires in a mutually-agreeable fashion this night. Think it over, in any case, and you shall know where to find me when the time comes if you so choose. Yours very much, Vesta.”

Hestia was already planning how to make Her excuses later.


Several Things, Much of Which Is Polytheist-Related…

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A mid-December miscellany featuring a few things before, perhaps, one more post that is pre-Saturnalia; I’ll lay out my Saturnalia plans in a post tomorrow.

Let’s begin with something very definitely polytheist in nature:

Anomalous Thracian has an interesting post on how polytheist discourse, when it discusses questions of language differentiations, differentiating polytheist religions’ relations to other religions, and so forth is not done for the sake of any of those things, but instead is aimed toward establishing what polytheist discourse is as a subject unto itself. This is a subtle point, and one that the general blogosphere is not remotely equipped to understand for the most part, but nonetheless, it’s an important one, and one which should be at the forefront of many polytheist religionists’ understanding, if it isn’t already.

And, in Ekklesía Antínoou-specific news: there is a new group blog/public website for the Ekklesía Antínoou, called Naos Antinoou, to which I contributed my recent post on the Ekklesía Antínoou with a few edits related to the current Council of Magistrates. I look forward to occasionally contributing things there (I’ll look to the Council for indications of when and if I should in the future), as well as seeing what the Council and various other contributors are able to produce for it!

Over in Ireland, the statue of Manannán Mac Lir is getting ready to be replaced. Hurrah for that!

And, speaking of Irish sea-related matters: an Irish a cappella group called Coda is doing some amazing music, including the following sailor song, “Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her” (which is not about a woman!):

I suspect many of us can sympathize with “the skipper was bad but the mate was worse” in relation to whatever our occupations are. ;)

I recently found out that a friend and co-religionist is going to be going to Egypt (this individual can identify themself in the comments if they so wish!), and among the various sites they’ll be visiting is a catacomb in Alexandria known as Kom el Shoqafa. It was originally built during the Antonine Period, and it has some very interesting features, among them this:

Kom el Shoqafa

What we have there is an Agathos Daimon-esque serpent crowned with the Egyptian double crown, surmounted by a Medusa image, and carrying (insofar as a limbless serpent can carry anything–!?!) symbols associated with Dionysos and Hermes. Other things in the site (among them Hermanubis, an Apis Bull, and other artistic elements) make me wonder if this wasn’t something perhaps associated in some way or other with Antinous or a quasi-Antinoan cultus. Antoninus Pius carried out many of the Antinoan building projects in Egypt that Hadrian began during his reign; Hadrian was heavily associated with the Medusa emblem; and this super-syncretistic Agathos Daimon image makes me wonder as well…But in any case, even if it isn’t specifically Antinoan, it’s still pretty damned interesting! ;)


Some Sigillaria 2015 Gifts…

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So, a few things for your listening, viewing, and reading pleasure, if this and this weren’t good enough for you…!?!

You can’t get away from this blog at this time of year without hearing both Jennifer Cutting’s “Song of Solstice”…

…and Johnny Cunningham’s “King Holly, King Oak”!

And, if you did not like this, then here’s a song about werewolves from Garmarna!

And another song–I don’t know why it’s called a “ballad” here since it has no words–but the music is good and the photos are as well.

Also, this year’s Q.I. Christmas episode, which mentions Saturnalia and has all sorts of other (semi-) amusing hijinks.

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And…

I thought about doing this over the last few days, and then after a conversation with a certain colleague and co-religionist yesterday, I decided to go on ahead. This was originally a post I made on March 28, 2009, in my pre-public blogging days, somewhat as a joke, but also rather seriously. I’ve added some additional explanatory material at the front part of it, but I have not changed any of the original things I wrote below, even though some of these companies/brand names have folded and no longer exist. I’ve tried to insert a photo or two to give a flavor of what I’m talking about in some cases…we shall see.

The topic of the post was: what underwear would various Deities wear?

Specifically: if these various Deities were to be incarnated today, and had unlimited assets to fill out their wardrobe, they’d do so with a mind to actually fitting in and being appropriate in their choices for our own cultural perceptions, and in keeping with their own associations and attributes. I initially asked this as a question to my readers, and got some answers, and was pretty unimpressed (to be honest!) with their lack of imagination, with their lack of knowledge of underwear (“you mean there are actual colors besides white and black briefs or boxers?”–alas, that there are people who still think this saddens me!), and with their utter refusal to consider the matter seriously. (I know, we’re talking about “the underwear of the Gods” here, but “I don’t think they’d care” or “they wouldn’t consider it” if they were going to incarnate just doesn’t take the conceit of this hypothetical seriously…and, there are other reasons, too.)

Here’s the issue: I think one general thing we can say is that very few Deities would “go commando,” to be honest. If one is a male Deity, and said Deity is in incarnate form, then they’re going to have to be making regular offerings to Sterculinus and libations to Cloacina, and that being the case, that means that outer garments might end up being soiled by excretory matter (even the smallest amounts) at some stage, and thus, commando would not be something that would be appealing to many of them. No matter how much modern humans might argue over what constitutes miasma and various forms of spiritual pollution, as well as physical pollutions that might have spiritual implications, I can think of exactly no polytheist cultures in history that think “Yeah, go ahead and shit and piss in the Temple: we don’t care.” I think that some Deities simply wouldn’t be able to find underwear for their particular anatomy in that regard (Priapus, for example), and thus would be forced to go commando, but otherwise, very few would take that option.

[Incidentally: the only religion I know of that thinks its incarnate divine beings did not excrete are the Jains, who say (based on what I learned of this at the World Parliament of Religions) that their Tirthankaras do not need to eat, do not sweat, snot, spit, and certainly don’t piss or shit. I find it hard to countenance that considering these individuals were human, but anyway…I suspect any other religion besides theirs that considers incarnate divinity a possibility can deal with the fact that such divine people had all the fluids and by-products going along with bodily existence without much of a difficulty!]

And, something else to consider when people say this is a ridiculous question or something not to waste time with (but it’s Saturnalia, a festival of reversal, at present, so why not some silliness and light-heartedness?): a ton of people–polytheists and otherwise–have a notion of “everything being sacred.” While some who have that viewpoint shade more into (flawed-definition) monism or pantheism than polytheism strictly speaking, nonetheless there is a polytheistic way to think about this, discussed by Edward Butler here (amongst many more important matters!), which can be summarized by an oft-quoted statement by Thales of Miletus: “All things are full of Gods.” And yes, that can include underwear! Anything and everything can be a useful subject for considering the presence and influence of Deities–whether stars in the sky, plants and stones, animals, colors, various implements or occupations, elements, and so forth. For crying out loud, many Deities were known by their specific headwear: Hermes and Mithras are both known by their distinctive hats, Dionysos occasionally by his distinctive hunting boots, so why might this not extend to other items of clothing? And those who have said in the past “the Gods don’t care what underwear you wear”: to them I ask–why not? Isn’t it possible for Deities to have some say in everything? Might it not be the case that with some individuals, part of their service to their Deities might involve wearing specific things that may connote a Deity’s presence or influence over parts of their lives? It may not be common, but it certainly isn’t impossible…

As an aside, several companies have either had lines of underwear that they’ve named after Greek deities (e.g. Modus Vivendi, which is a Greek company, had a whole collection of these several years back–though some were interesting and apt, I think they got some a bit backwards, e.g. the “Hades” line was all camouflage prints, whereas the “Ares” line was all black leather…which I think should have been reversed), and there’s even a company/brand now that is called Hades. For some reason, even though they didn’t have underwear as we know it now, Greek Deities have been popular with some sections of the men’s underwear industry–!?!

So, thinking of particular Deities (and I freely admit my familiarity with women’s underwear is nowhere near as extensive as for males, so apart from the Greeks, no further goddesses are represented below), and remembering this is as much fun as it is a serious but lighthearted meditation on such things (and thus a theological and creative challenge, to an extent!), here’s a few thoughts that come to mind…

And no, I have not made up any of the brand names (though as I said above, some of these no longer exist)!

Male Kami (doesn’t matter which one): white fundoshi. ’nuff said. Still traditional after all these years.

The Olympians
Zeus: sky blue traditional boxer shorts, possibly of silk.

Poseidon: royal blue Speedo Solar.
Hades: black 2(x)ist Carbon trunks.
Apollon: gold Joe Snyder Capri bikini.
Hermes: silver California Muscle Tempter thong.
Dionysos: something in a leopard print, textured thong (possibly with purple, green, or gold sparklies involved!).
Ares: black and red leather jockstrap.
Hephaistos: gray sport trunk of some variety (tight enough for support, with lots of coverage to prevent any spark damage on dangly bits, and made of some breathable material that wicks away moisture like “sport” underwear tends to).
Athena: something practical and chaste (like Janet at the beginning of Rocky Horror), in white or grey, and very likely Fruit of the Loom!
Artemis: silver boy shorts and sports bra.
Aphrodite: gold lamé thong with lots of straps and perhaps some sheer black lace in bits…and nothing on top (because, why? I’m sure of the various goddesses, she has the most supernaturally perky breasts of any of them!); I’m sure she probably had a direct hand in inventing Victoria’s Secret.
Hera: something in deep blue, feminine but somewhat conservative…Hanes Her Way sounds like it might be her brand…!
Hestia: nothing says “huge beige granny panties” like Hestia, I think…with, as Loretta LaRoche once said, a bra with straps that could hold up the Brooklyn Bridge.
Demeter: I suspect that Hestia and she might share a wardrobe in this regard, perhaps…! Though color may vary…
Persephone: something lacy, black, high French cut, and a black bra to match…

Other Greeks
Herakles: a (formerly white) Bike #10 jockstrap that has probably not been washed in a long time…
Dioskouroi: one with black, one with white, Jockey basic briefs.

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Antinous: purple low-rise hip brief (possibly from either Justus Boyz or perhaps 2(x)ist…).

Romans
Silvanus: green JM microfiber trunk.
Ianus: purple (with gold piping) Go Softwear double fly brief.
Sterculinus: He’s a farmer, so probably something in a white old-style union suit/long john. And, perhaps contrary to popular suspicion, I think he’d have clean underwear all the time!

India
Shiva: leopard print suspensory (so as to have easier access to the lingam).
Vishnu: orange Clever trunks. (Narad would have the same!)
Brahma: Hanes tighty whitie briefs (let’s face it–since Brahma pretty much made the world, it would all go back to this as far as modern men’s skivvies are concerned!).
Hanuman: red hot shorts, of course! (Which is to say, what he usually wears!)
Agni: one of those Ed Hardy briefs that has flames on it…

blue thong

Chandra: blue thong (come on–he’s a moon god!).

Irish
Lug: Baskit Urban Survival brief (it has hidden pockets!).
Ogma: black C-IN2 bamboo trophy shelf brief.
Dagda: brown Bub adjustable suspensory (so he can swing free, yet have support so his three balls don’t fall down again when he most needs them…).
Dian Cécht: grey 2(x)ist Soy trunks.

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Cú Chulainn: black Safe-T-Gard swimmer jock (he gets wet a lot when he’s fighting…).

Norse/Germanic
Odin: blue and grey Mundo Unico trunks.

nasty pig

Freyr: something in the leather jockstrap department, most likely from Nasty Pig (again, I’m not making any of these brand names up!).
Thor: a red Priape Wear football jock.
Loki: something in black from the Dirty Fukker collection.

Egyptian
Osiris: black Gregg Homme padded enhancement brief (because, let’s face it, he needs it!).
Anubis: midnight blue Play By Night boxer (made from the finest Pima cotton from Egypt!).
Thoth: something in denim from the Rufskin collection. (I don’t know why I think Thoth would like denim…!)
Nefertem: a C-IN2 floral print brief of some sort (possibly pink)…
Set: red Joe Snyder Bulge thong.

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Horus: gold ActiveMan three-way jock (these are, in the wider industry, known as “jock thongs” as well, because they have both leg straps and a thong strap…the reason it is good for Horus is not only because he’s about as “active” as an Egyptian Deity can get, but it also may help in preventing Set’s advances…!?!).

And that’s about all I can come up with for now…

So, if that’s not your idea of eye candy (indeed, much is not my own preference either–!), oh well…I hope you liked the music instead!

Felix Sigillaria!


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