Half stater of the Kingdom of Epiros (or Epirus), issued around 278-276 BCE during the Hellenistic period. On the obverse is the goddess Artemis, her quiver and bow behind her. Nike is found on the reverse, carrying a trophy and a laurel wreath. The coin was issued during the reign of King Pyrrhus, most famous for his costly war against the Roman Republic.
The Greek Goddesses as I Know Them: Minor Goddesses
Iris: The iridescent wings of a butterfly as it weaves its way through the maze of wildflowers and tall, untouched grass. A kiss between light and water, savoring each other in a colorful embrace. A pixie-like figure emerging from the sea, catching your glance with a mischievous smile right before she ducks under the ever-rolling waves. Snow-cone summers that leave you wondering– was it just a dream, or was she really here?
Selene: Blue, neon signs dimly lighting a midnight alley way, seeming to beckon to the lurkers that haunt the corners with their faces down. Fireflies crawling about in a glass jar, watched with awe by a little girl kneeling before them in nocturnal wonder. Glow-in-the-dark stars stuck on blank ceilings, forming make-believe constellations to comfort a child in the dark. A dark-eyed woman, a line of moon phases tattooed across her finger tips as they stroke the face of her lover in the shadowy comfort of night.
Nike: A 5′2″ brick of muscle leaned up against a tennis net, daring passersby to come and challenge her–if they’re bold enough. Wrapped knuckles and tied shoelaces ready for boxing class, never letting on that, underneath her gloves, there are brass knuckles ready to strike. An olympian standing tall at the top of the podium, relaxing her shoulders and knowing that she has succeeded. Golden earrings that jingle as she walks across the stage to receive her diploma, blowing a kiss to those who said that a woman would never be smart enough for biochemistry, or quantum physics, or aerospace engineering.
Eos: Auburn hair wrapped up in a loose bun at the base of her neck. Sunrise walks through amber fields, the birds seeming to know her as one of their own. Strong hands grasping the bars of a golden gate, eyes closed in waiting for the moment when she will open the gates and reenter the home of her brother. Flowers that open their faces to the sun, light reflecting off their soft, canary petals. Comforting arms wrapped around a lost soul, quietly whispering, “Another day will come.”
Hecate: A shadowy figure standing in an opened doorway, the decision remaining– should she enter or should she stay? Tarot cards scattered across the floor, their owner having lost the will to turn them over and summon up an interpretation for all those time-lost symbols and paintings. A woman in a little black dress leaned up against the bathroom sink, mascara streaked and wine glass in hand, listening to the laughter and drunken chatter coming from the dining room. An aging spinster, haunting an empty playground from days-gone-by, feeding the crows with popcorn and peanuts as if they were the children that she never wanted, never had.
Hebe: A teenage girl, her finger tips tracing her face in the mirror, begging to never know wrinkles, fine lines, silver hairs. A restless child, her back pressed up against her bedroom door as she sobs, praying for the universe to not let her parents give her up just yet. Flower crowns resting above magnolia skin, their petals matching the soft tint of her silent lips. Shards of a white vase shattered across the floor, their sharp remnants leaving behind a rebellious aura that seems to say, “You don’t own me anymore.”
Psyche: Warm hands cupped around a fallen fledgling, slowly and carefully carrying the little child back home to nurse back to health. Hot chocolate topped with whipped cream and a bit of cinnamon, sipped with laughter as she stares out at the soft, pearly snow. A little girl laughing as she spins about, arms outstretched, in a butterfly garden– butterflies in every shade circling about her in a rainbow swarm and kissing her little arms. 2 pairs of bare feet running through the back yard with joy, hands finally clasped together in eternal bliss.
O powerful Nike, by men desired, with adverse breasts to dreadful fury fired, thee I invoke, whose might alone can quell contending rage and molestation fell. ‘Tis thine in battle to confer the crown, the victor’s prize, the mark of sweet renown; for thou rulest all things, Nike divine! And glorious strife, and joyful shouts are thine. Come, mighty Goddess, and thy suppliant bless, with sparkling eyes, elated with success; may deeds illustrious thy protection claim, and find, led on by thee, immortal fame.
Unlike most other pantheons, the Hindus do not have a single diplomat to represent them in meetings among Pantheons. Instead, they send a council of three, currently consisting of Ganesha, Kali, and Vishnu in whatever form he may take. Ganesha and Kali are usually at odds, as whether to build bridges or burn them, with Vishnu taking on the deciding vote.
Ganesha is, except for maybe Vamana, the most fond of celebration out of Hindu pantheon, those his idea of a party is a far cry from the wild bashes of the Romans. He prefers more elegant affairs, with a small attendance, calm dancing, and simple chatting by the buffet table.
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The second strongest Hindu god when it comes to physical strength, he is trumped only by Vamana’s grown form. As such, he is the favorite sparring partner of Vishnu, Kali, and Ravana. Even though he is a pacifist, he recognizes the need to hone the skills of himself and his allies in a time of war.
The greatest expert in the field of meditation, and the highest scholar of chakras. Ganesha cannot and will not be disturbed during his meditation, having such a master that he can even enter the peaceful state in the middle of battle. He can teach those who are willing, but not even the fellow gods in his pantheon can keep it up for as long as he.
One of the gods he has a fascination with is Nike, from Greece. Once you strip them down to their duties, they are quite similar gods. And honestly, when they are opposed, it is quite the frustration. Their powers of fate have the potential to completely cancel each other out. There are no gods that Ganesha fear, but the goddess of victory is one he is both wary of and respects deeply.
Although humility is one of Hindu’s great teachings, Ganesha cannot help but sometimes fall into the traps of Hubris himself. He’s a humble braggart, and from time to time cannot help but look down at other pantheons’ gods of wisdom.
Why shouldn’t he? Not only has Ganesha been around since time immemorial and learned about the world before him, but he’s never forgotten… Well, anything.
He holds a personal vendetta against Bakasura. Yeah sure he reigns terror on a village and eats their men, women, and children, but the devourer once got in the elephant’s candy stash and that’s just not forgivable.
While he does not ‘hate’ anybody else, he is not particularly fond of war gods in general. Ganesha believes that violence should be the very last resort, and with all the war gods he’s seen, he can’t help but stereotype them into being nothing but blood thirsty brutes.
The only one who’s disciplines even come close to matching Ganesha’s is Hachiman’s, who god of success believes is the exception who proves the rule. There’s a great mutual respect between the two, and it has been hard to accept that the two may come to blows.
Drachm of Syracuse, the head of Persephone on the obverse, and a chariot drawn by Nike on the reverse. The coin dates to the Hellenistic period, and more specifically to 287-278 BCE. Currently, the coin is located in the MFA Boston.