I Like Fall Because It Was When I Met Artemis

It's no secret that summer is my favorite season. I think most people feel that way. It's when everything is alive, warm, and people can get out of the house and live life to the fullest. You hear people talk a lot about bad winters, but you never hear someone say, "it's going to be a bad summer."

But there is certainly something to say about autumn. Millions of people love the colors and cool breezes, and I do as well, but there's always been something more profound for me about the season for the past 19 years. It was the first time I experienced the spirituality of the Greek Gods, and namely at the time, one was Artemis.

I grew up in a forest in central rural North Carolina, which rested down inside of a shallow valley. In my young adult years, I continued to live there, but all throughout my time growing up, I loved to venture through the mysterious woodlands of the countryside. Sometimes, I would even find intriguing wonders, such as new creeks and abandoned farming structures and equipment. But nothing compared to the natural beauty that increased with each step I took. Each grove, field or grouping of trees was more gorgeous than the last. It was like walking farther and farther away from the old world I came from, which as I child, I mostly found no peace or support in.

Then, in 2005 and into 2006, I first began exploring Hellenism as a religious and spiritual concept. Of course, as a school student, I had learned some of Greek Myth in my literature and history classes, so it was not as if I was unfamiliar. But seeing the movie Troy revived my interest in ancient Greece like never before. Of course, such a movie is about Hollywood entertainment, not the Hellenic religion and The Iliad itself, and I understood that. But I began to feel Her (Artemis) all around me, being a lover and resident of a forest. And I wondered how I could best get into contact with Her.

During this time, autumn in North Carolina was setting in, and in a State with such lush woodlands, the colorful majesty is always indescribable. The array of colors around me brought the first time I walked into the forests and tried to connect with Artemis. The immense peace and intrigue alone that I was given during this start of my journey was one of the most wonderful gifts ever blessed upon me.

So while I'm always a bit sad to say goodbye to summer, it's also true that autumn, and as well as all other seasons, have beautiful and wonderful purpose. Not just in my own life, but that of all the universe around us. In those forests of my younger days and at the start of my newer life, Artemis showed me just how beautiful and wonderful life is, in a far greater and more enlightened way than I had ever realized. I will always be grateful and love Her dearly for those memories and upbringings. 

In the Goodness of the Gods,

I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,

Chris Aldridge.

The Forest Screams - Could It Be Dionysos?

Channels and videos dealing with everything from the paranormal to simple hiking adventures are filled with what we commonly know as "unidentified, non-human sounds or screams" coming from the forests of the world. And I just love myself a good mystery, a good intrigue, something unknown to investigate, so let's take some time today to explore these happenings. 

Take a moment to visit this link to hear one of the videos people have made of unexplained screams and yells in the forest. Then come back to my blog post. Of course, there are scores of other videos and reels that have been made by various individuals, recording many kinds of screams and ravings in the woods. All you have to do is search for the topic on youtube.

In ancient times, Dionysos, the God of wine, revelry, joy, life and rebirth, was known for His loud celebrations in the forests. In fact, His worshipers would gather in these remote areas, such as the female devotees of the God called Maenads, whose name means "to rave" or "raving ones." A specific natural forest location of theirs was in Nysa, where a temple of Dionysos stood.

In the Orphic Hymn to Dionysos, He is called, "loud-roaring, reveling, and howling." In the video posted above of the unknown screams and ravings in the woods, people in ancient times may have very well concluded that it was Dionysos or His Maenads, especially if it was near a known worship center. In the times of old, things we consider paranormal or supernatural were simply daily life and commonplace.

In the forests, away from the civilization and the common ailments of human life, it's easy to see how someone could release, and why they might enjoy the ability to leave their old world behind as much as possible for a time. Dionysos lifts us to life, brings us to life, breaks us free of death. 

I myself grew up in the middle of a forest, down in a small, remote valley in central North Carolina, and especially during my childhood, the depths of the woodland provided me with a much needed retreat on a regular basis. In fact, anything could happen in them. Nothing was impossible, meaning was everywhere, adventure lured at every turn, and everything was beautiful. There is something about the haunts of the forest that make them otherworldly.

The importance of Dionysos to Hellenic life is, like all the Gods, vastly important and crucial, but like all Gods as well, Dionysos also retains His own uniqueness. As the God of life, the youngest of The Dodekatheon, and Twice Born, He is known as the "Savior God" of Greek religion, although He is certainly not the only God who carries the Savior Epithet.

Dionysos is salvation from death, depression, sadness, and anything else that hinders life and its enjoyment. I developed my own temple rite to the God in this respect. There is historical record of some of His worshipers in ancient times eating a live bull in a ritualistic setting (the bull being a symbol of Dionysos), and in so doing, they believed they were taking the God into themselves. Wine is also known as the blood of the vine just as far back.

If this sounds familiar, you're right, but the concept of ingesting communion with a God was not originally Christian; it's very ancient and very polytheistic. In my own rite, I include a drink of wine or grape juice and a small bite of rich chocolate (should I ever find chocolate in the shape of a bull, that'll be spectacular). The chocolate, being an ecstatic food, is the body of the God, while His wine is, of course, His blood.

Before consuming, I recite this simple prayer, I pray to Dionysos, Twice Born God of everlasting life, to descend His blessings upon the food of joy and the drink of the vine, to bless my mind, body and soul with His wonderful Godhood. Spirit of Dionysos dwell within me, blood of Dionysos flow through me."

If there has been no general offering to Him in return, some of the wine or chocolate can be given. But it's also important to remember the objective and reality of Dionysos and this rite. It is not Christian. He is not a God of abstinence or one who teaches us to resist and hate our humanity. There is no "cross to bear." You don't invite Him to save you from your humanity because your humanity is not evil or damned. It is blessed. Therefore, Dionysos blesses us with all it takes to live a happy and joyful life, and drives out whatever threatens that. Dionysos reminds us that it's okay to live.

What are the screams and ravings that people keep hearing deep in the forests of the world? Dionysos? The ghosts of His Maenads? New worshipers? Or maybe all of the above? The ancients most certainly knew of these same kinds of sounds. They wrote about them in their hymns to the God and stories about those who followed Him throughout their lives. Perhaps there is always that natural calling out there, reminding us that there is freedom from the dismal things that may plague us.

In the Goodness of the Gods,

I'll see you at the next Herm down the road,

Chris Aldridge.