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Meet: Prometheus

 

 

Prometheus is the Greek god of fire, intellect, and champion of mankind. He and Epimetheus, brothers and both Titans, were tasked with creating man. “Prometheus shaped man out of mud, and Athena breathed life into his clay figure,” according to greekmythology.com.

The Olympians banished most of Prometheus’ family to Tartarus, leading Prometheus to love man more than the twelve Olympians – so much so that he tricked Zeus who had demanded man sacrifice a portion of all foods to the gods. The story is told that Prometheus wrapped bones in fat, and hid the best meats inside a hide. By choosing the bones, Zeus had to keep his word and accept bones as the food sacrifice man would make to the gods.

 

 

 

Angry at being tricked, myths say Zeus took fire away from man, but Prometheus brought it back using a torch he lit from the sun. Enraged that man again had fire, Zeus had Prometheus chained to a rock on Mount Caucasus. As punishment, he was left to eternal torment as an eagle (a symbol of Zeus) would eat his liver (thought to hold emotions) every day, only to have it regenerate and be eaten again the next day. Versions of the myth have Heracles freeing Prometheus generations later by shooting the eagle.

 

 

Along with his reputation as a trickster, he also has the reputation of a master craftsman. His name is believed to mean “forethought,” while his brother, Epimetheus, is referenced as “afterthought. “The fire Prometheus brought mankind is defined by some as being in the form of civilization, the arts, and scientific knowledge. He often quarreled with Zeus about the unfair treatment of mankind.

He always acted as a champion of humankind, so any act of kindness toward others would be a fitting way to honor him on Litha. It would also be appropriate to show gratitude for fire, make time to do arts and crafts, and for taking time to appreciate sciences and culture.

 

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About the Author:

Lynn Woike

All my life I have known magic was real. As a child, I played with the fae, established relationships with trees and “just knew things.” In my maiden years I discovered witchcraft and dabbled in the black-candles-and-cemeteries-at-midnight-on-a-fullmoon magick just enough to realize I did not understand its power. I went on to explore many practices including Zen, astrology, color therapy, native traditions, tarot, herbs, candle magic, gems, and, as I moved into my mother years, Buddhism, the Kabbalah and Reiki. The first man I dated after my divorce was a witch who reintroduced me to the Craft, this time by way of the Goddess. For 11 years I was in a coven, but with retirement, I have returned to an eclectic solitary practice.

 

When accepting the mantle of crone, I pledged to serve and teach. This is what I do from my skoolie – a 30-year-old school bus converted into a tiny house on wheels that I am driving around the country, following 72-degree weather, emerging myself into nature, and sharing magic with those I meet. Find me at thewitchonwheels.com, Facebook and Instagram.

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