Tuesday, January 27, 2015

To The Depths of Hades Realms

We looked from a position above the pit.  To assess the world of fire, the realm of the dead, there was only one way, down.  The dead did not permanently suffer there, the dwelling was not an eternal situation.  It was a realm for the inbetween being, when not amongst the living, nor fully amongst the dead.

But that is not altogether a blessing.  We knew that there was no joy in this place.  No, Hades was a place to hold the dead prior to a sort of judgment.  After that, the winnowing would happen, and the evil would go further into the abyss, into Tartarus, or for the righteous, gods and heroes, to Elysium, the land where the tall grasses grew, swayed by the breeze, under a gently warm sun, in eternal summer. 

Life is not finite, nor is death.  Our existence is not linear, and we have little control over what the fates choose to place in our path.  Now,  we may not choose our path, as I told my friend Dante, but we can surely help the judge decide.  By every decision we make, we can do that.  Eternal desires beget eternal rewards, carnal desires beget carnal rewards.  I am not one of the gods.  Nor am I filled with knowledge of the truths the gods live by.  However, I do know, universal truths have to come from some eternal force or being, because they stand the test of time.  Some thing or being created in humans a desire to do what is right, and the desire to do what is wrong is perversity. 

"If I thought my answer were to one
who would ever return to the world,
this flame should stay without another movement; but since none
ever returned alive from this depth, if what I hear is true,
I answer thee without fear of infamy."  Dante Alighieri

We paid our great boatsman Charon for his services taking us further in to the realm.  The Styx and the Acheron form a circle round the region Hades calls his domain.  Charon ferries those who are bound for that place, if they have been sent properly, with coins upon their eyes.

We walked through the despair ridden place, it was worthy of a nightmare, more than one, even.  And do not mistake me, I do not intend to suggest that Hades is not evil, or fearsome.  He is darkness, and he is horror to countenance.  He loves to be flattered, he is vain but also, due respect for his prowess in battle.

And also, I'd like to make clear, the land of death is not without horror, pain, fear or loathing.  It is a decidedly horrible place.  People are placed in areas of the realm of Hades that matches their life's failing, and then until their judgment, they are "frozen" in place.  Every aspect of our life in flesh should remind us that we get one opportunity to learn the universal truths, because in death, the infinite choices and decisions to be moral or not, won't be there.

Finally Dante and I met the head honcho of Hades, and he scared us, quite a bit, but both of us decided, he really wasn't so bad.  He was more a bully than a cruel dictator.  So we kept walking.

Our journey took us to the pits of Tartarus.

 “There are moments when even to the sober eye of reason, the world of our sad humanity may assume the semblance of Hell. ”― Edgar Allan Poe

“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.”― Aldous Huxley

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.”― Oscar Wilde

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