posted on Nov, 26 2009 @ 02:57 PM
It's probably not wise to try to draw too close of a comparison between mythologies. Different cultures, different languages, hence reality described
differently.
I have a story though from something that happened in '96.
There was a party at my place, and everyone showed up, having a good old time. I went into the kitchen and Dionysus was in there alone opening a
bottle of wine. So we leaned against the counter for a chat and shared a touch of wine.
I said to him, "I understand you had a bit of trouble getting people to accept you for who you are."
He laughed and said, "Oh man, let me tell you ..." The bottle was empty by the time he finished telling me.
"Wow", I said, "That kind of adversity, I guess I got to admire you."
He laughed again (he does a lot of laughing these days) and said, "That's nothin', the real thing is Chiron over there." He motioned with his
thumb to where the centaur was chatting with someone else in the living room. "Not only did he teach Artemis to draw bow, but he gave up his rightful
position in Olympus so that Prometheus could be released and go there in his place. He's honored now by dwelling in the heavens as a constellation.
Yep! He's the real deal."
Then I saw HER, yes, Artemis. I was enthralled. I had it just as bad as that hunter who got caught sneaking a peek and turned into a hart and killed
by his own hounds. I don't even know how the party ended, I was that distracted.
Oh, I was obsessed something fierce. One night I went into the woods and crept up to a clearing where she was getting ready to unstring her bow. She
saw me in the bushes and reached for an arrow. I panicked and started to run on four legs, for I was a wolf. The arrow whistled past my hindquarters
and hit me a glancing blow on my left front tricep, leaving a bloody furrow. Let me tell you, that was no miss. She can hit a man in the right eye
from a half mile away, seen it myself once.
I limped back to the clearing just in time to see her go into the moon. Many nights I stayed at that clearing serenading the moon. Eventually I became
a man again. I've still got the scar on my left front tricep.
[edit on 26-11-2009 by pthena]