I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now? - John Lennon
AZTEC / MEXICA MYTHOLOGY . the body or collection of myths of Aztec civilization of Central Mexico. The Aztecs were Nahuatl speaking groups living in central Mexico and much of their mythology is similar to that of other Mesoamerican cultures. According to legend, the various groups who were to become the Aztecs arrived from the north into the Anahuac valley around Lake Texcoco. The location of this valley and lake of destination is clear ( Mexico City ) but little can be known with certainty about the origin of the Aztec. There are different accounts of their origin. In the myth the ancestors of the Mexica/Aztec came from a place in the north called Aztlan, the last of seven nahuatlacas to make the journey southward, hence their name “Azteca.” Other accounts cite their origin in Chicomoztoc, “the place of the seven caves,” or at Tamoanchan (the legendary origin of all civilizations). insp .
The Finfolk of Orkney folklore were a race of dark and gloomy sorcerers, feared and mistrusted by mortals. Their boating skills were unparalleled and as well as having power over storm and sea, they were noted shapeshifters. They came and went as they pleased, venturing between their undersea world and the human realm as they wished. They would sometimes spirit away mortal captives, transporting them to their hidden island homes, where they generally forced to remain for the rest of their days. These unfortunates were usually taken to become the wife or husband of one of the Finfolk.
There is a thinking in primordial images, in symbols which are older than the historical man, which are inborn in him from the earliest times, eternally living, outlasting all generations, still make up the groundwork of the human psyche. It is only possible to live the fullest life when we are in harmony with these symbols; wisdom is a return to them.
Now, Helen of Troy, they say, launched a thousand ships
With the short of her skirt and the shape of her lips
And when that old bard lay the blame at her face
For the rape of a nation
Wrong time, Wrong place
Helen simply whispered, “history’s our test
Look between the lines, girls, Read beneath the text.”
persephone sits on the arm of hades’ throne of onyx and skulls. her arms are wrapped around his neck, palms resting on the marble of his bare chest. her head is light on his shoulder and her lips brush the lobe of his ear just barely as she whispers the stories of mortals into his ear. hades is cold, a skeleton come to life, shadow and bones made into a god. the underworld has hardened him, and years have passed since he’s been to the surface, since he’s seen the world of the humans. his wife’s stories are all he knows of it.
she tells him of machines, of devices. skyscrapers, camera phones and apps. she tells him about love, about human lives, stories of starlight. he hasn’t seen the stars in a long time but when she whispers to him he remembers.
he loves persephone. he loves her stories and her tenderness. the underworld has hardened her but her core remains as sweet. sometimes she angers him. sometimes for entertainment. winter makes her moody and her stubbornness is only matched by his. sometimes they clash but he loves her still.
and she loves him too. she’s spent centuries hating him, but it’s gotten old, the fighting’s become uninteresting. it took a while but the hate has given in to something else as she began to understand him and at times to even care for him.
she teaches him to live, explains emotions and feelings to him. in exchange he teaches her about power and she learns she has power over him too. she learns how to use it and at times he allows it.
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Sisyphus’s ceaseless and pointless toil as a metaphor for modern lives spent working at futile jobs in factories and offices. “The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.
[Popular culture is] a profoundly mythic … theater of popular desires, a theater of popular fantasies …where we discover and play with the identifications of ourselves, where we are imagined, where we are represented, not only to our audiences … but to ourselves.
Hi'iaka, the youngest and most adored little sister of volcano goddess Pele, is a surfing, hula dancing, diety-summoning, psychic premonition-having warrior. She has a magic skirt that lets her slay armies of demons. She also has an intimate best-friend (right, “FRIEND”) who is a hula girl surfer too. Hi'iaka leads a rag-tag group of (mostly) magical girls across the land, leaving a trail of massacred mo'o demons in their wake. She is a gifted poet and can bring back the dead with her prayer and song.
MICTLANTECUHTLI and MICTECACIHUATL. In Aztec mythology, Mictecacihuatl (pronounced /miktekasiuat͡ɬ/) is Queen of Mictlan, the underworld, ruling over the afterlife with Mictlantecuhtli, another deity who is her husband. Her role is to watch over the bones of the dead and preside over the ancient festivals of the dead. These festivals evolved from Aztec traditions into the modern Day of the Dead after synthesis with Spanish traditions. She now presides over the contemporary festival as well. Mictecacihuatl is known as the Lady of the Dead, since it is believed that she was born, then sacrificed as an infant. Mictecacihuatl was represented with a defleshed body and with jaw agape to swallow the stars during the day