CAN YOU SPELL ‘LOVER’?
Hermes has golden sandals and a golden rod (his caduceus).
Calypso ran a brocaded golden belt . . .
. . . the lustrous goddess . . .
. . . the radiant goddess . . .This is a chapter about love, lovemaking, and enticement.
…while the nymph slipped on a loose, glistening robe,
filmy, a joy to the eye . . .
…since the nymph (Calypso) no longer pleased. In the nightstrue,
he’d sleep with her in the arching cave- he had no choice-
unwilling lover alongside lover all to willing . . .
But all his days he’d sit on the rocks and beaches
Wrenching his heart with sobs and groans and anguish,
Gazing out over the barren sea through blinding tears.
Can Leo love often evolve into a one-way street?
Odysseus pines for Penelope, his true love; not some long term carnal knowledge substitute.
Who came upon that place would gaze in wonder,
Heart entranced with pleasure.
bringing light to immortal gods and mortal men…
In the first four chapters there are several references to Dawn, but there has been no mention of ‘her lordly mate‘.
It is in this chapter that the will is expressed through commands, the will, will power and even a most sacred oath.
the Almighty insists, commands-
. . . Zeus commands you . . .
. . . the commands of Zeus still ringing in her ears . . .
Now I am willing, heart and soul, to send you off at last.
Your wish is my command
If only the gods are willing. They rule the vaulted skies . . .
And here is the greatest oath the gods can utter. They are immortal, but if they break this vow they give up their immortality and die like Chiron, by the river Styx, the river of the Underworld.
Earth be my witness now, the vaulting Sky above
And the dark cascading waters of the Styx- I swear
By the greatest, grimmest oath that binds the happy gods.
I will never plot some new intrigue to harm you.
Never. All I have in mind and devise for you
Are the very plans I’d fashion for myself
If I were in your straits. My every impulse
Bends to what is right.
In typical Leo fashion, they gage the world by their own personal barometer.
Not iron, trust me,
The heart within my breast. I am all compassion.”
All that you say is true…
Nevertheless I long, I pine all my days-
To travel home and see the dawn of my return…
Even as he spoke
The sun set and the darkness swept the earth.
And now, withdrawing into the cavern’s deep recesses,
Long in each other’s arms they lost themselves in love.
And then the theme changes and Homer gives us a stellar picture, as was seen by those of his day and Age.
. . . now the master mariner steered his craft,
sleep never closing his eyes, forever scanning
the stars, the Pleiades and the Plowman late to set
and the Great Bear that mankind also calls the Wagon:
she wheels on her axis always fixed, watching the Hunter
and she is denied a plunge in the Oceans baths.
Hers were the stars the lustrous goddess told him
To keep hard to port as he cut across the sea.
Except for the Bear getting wet (or not), these are the same constellations we are familiar with today. Sailors had to know how to use the stars, to steer by them, best observed for navigation at night.
Should we be surprised? Various constellations just as we perceive them to this day.
That was 3000 years ago. How long before that were they known of in these forms?
The balance of the chapter deals with Odysseus making it from Calypso’s island in her raft to within sight of Phaeacian shores, his next destination.
Enter Poseidon, stage right. This is the energy of Leo’s detriment, of Saturn in Leo. Odysseus is taking on the hierarchy, of man vs. god. He’s being overpowered by the elements. He is the Earth-shaker.
Poseidon is an apt image for this confrontation. He is the ruler of the ‘Sea’. For our for-bearers, those who used observational astronomy, the constellations of Capricorn (the Sea-goat with a fishes’ tail), stream of Aquarius, Pisces Australius, Pisces, and Cetus, the Whale were all collectively known of as the ‘Sea’. Poseidon is the over load of all of these raw constellations.
With that he rammed the clouds together- both hands
clutching his trident- churning the waves into chaos, whipping
all the gales from every quarter, shrouding over in thunderheads
the earth and sea at once- and night swept down from the sky-
East and South Wind clashed and the raging West and North,
sprung from the heavens, roiled heaving breakers up-
and Odysseus’ knees (Saturn) quaked, his spirit too;
numb with fear he spoke to his own great heart (Leo) . . .
What monstrous clouds-
King Zeus crowning the whole wide heaven black-
churning the seas in chaos, gales blasting,
raging around my head from every quarter-
my death plunge in a flash, it’s certain now!
Odysseus’ knees (Saturn) quaked and the heart inside him sank
In the final pages, stripped of his raft and approaching the shore he encounters a rock wall that the waves (the rollers) threaten to throw him up on. Even the skin on his fingers (Saturn) is peeled away as he attempts to hang on and not be dashed against the rocks (Saturn).