"Whos," "Whats" and "Ones."

Hamilton and Burr Duel 1804

 The Persia that produced Zarathustra had entities called Daevas, they were disagreeable gods of chaos, disunity and the lie. Daevas, as the monotheistic fevers of empire builders and farmers predicted their own bountiful and plentiful future through enforced unity, became Demons who had to be written out of the Zarathustrian Scriptures. To summarize, these "One God Freaks" represent a failure of imagination and of history.

 The questions to ask yourself is : What is Honor? If I am to be honorable do I need a heaven in my future to reward me for being honorable?

Let me put it this way. Honor is a quality of the "Who." The "What" of you can have high status and "Zero Honor," as in the banal CEO. Or, the "What" of you can have high honor and "Zero Status," as in a Luddite Weaver.

And yes! Of course Ned Ludd has been branded Daevas.

The God Atar and Eternal Fire

Snow and Ice

 Hominids, that's us and other Great Apes like us, have been playing with fire for almost two million years. It was back in the time of ice and Megafauna. Steppe Mammoth, Smilodon - Tigers with the saber teeth - and Giant Sloth. Meanwhile in Africa, where we began, there were Giant Rhino, Short Neck Giraffe, massive herbivores, some very rough looking baboons and some pretty big carnivores.

 In what is now Eastern England, there is respectable evidence of Neanderthals, using flint and pyrite to make fire four hundred thousand years ago. Can you imagine the wonder of those first acts of making fire. A magic sense of we can do this.

 For early Zarathustrians a burning fire remained a visible presence of a pre-Zarathustrian god of Fire called Atar, who under the care of the Zoroastrian pretense of Monotheism had become Ashar, a divine and eternal principle representing a human contribution to truth, cosmic order, righteousness and natural law. How to understand this today is to give a non-linear perspective to Fire by inquiring after the Who of fire, as well as  the What of fire.v

Ashar, morphed by priests from the more free-wheeling God, Atar, was once a who, a raw incomprehensible energy, a Limbic Emission with stories, passions and a childhood to remember. The Fire Keeper, or Fire Lighter, was a what with a set of administrative duties, rights and responsibilities that'd emerged over time through the long process of de-personalizing the Gods in the service of one God not many.

Establishment Zarathustrians, even after the technology of fire making had been well developed, maintained an Eternal Flame in their temple. It was, and might still be called the Fire of Victory, a reminder of the fire making story, a gratitude and respect for the who of Atar as he had been in the old days. He was wild, uncontrollable, often mean and spiteful. All very well giving him the status of a Divine Principle and calling him an Ashar amongst a list of other Ashars, and ignore the well known fact that Angry Gods, even those who may have been demoted, often came out of retirement especially when challenged by some upstart Hominid who'd come to the conclusion that God was a what that passeth all understanding.

All those things are true, and yet for Zarathustra there was no escaping the Fire of Victory as a necessary recognition of the human consciousness determined to rid itself of the title punching ball and take its place as an ally of Ahura Mazda. Determined to participate in the process of making the world wonderful through "Good Thoughts, Good Words, Good Deeds."

 To be the builder of an Eternal Flame. a king had to go back to the days of the Fire Keepers and Fire Collectors, he had to source his flame from sixteen different places so everyone could see how authentic and genuinely deserving he was. He couldn't just conjure one up from Angie's List.



From Atè and Poine to a rule of Law not of Men

Could be Poine on a day off chatting to a Fury

 In the Ancient World of the North Eastern Mediterranean there was more to Atè than the inevitability of an endless Blood-Feud. But something like a conflict between Menelaus and Paris over who deserved Helen, that whole thing was complex, baked-in and as a result a Blood-Feud of some sort was bound to happen.

 Menelaus and Paris both were much smitten by the most beautiful girl mortal in the world and being competitive boys with reputations for honor and valor to maintain, each felt entitled to Helen. They both felt there'd been far too much influence from the politicking of the gods, particularly the Goddess of Love herself, Aphrodite, who may have decided that Helen preferred a life with Paris in Troy than with Menelaus  who lived in part of the world where the expression spartan existence comes from.

 Aphrodite always had opinions. By some reckonings everyone knew that since losing most of her youth Aphrodite just didn't like men, they were far to fickle and needed to be regularly punished, she wasn't that fond of pretty young things and a war between Menelaus and Paris would be easily ten years of solid entertainment for her.

 Along with Atè, the Greeks had "Poine" or "Poena," as in Subpoena. She was a personified spirit of retribution and vengeance, like her boss she had wings and was often pictured seated looking interested. Poine was an attendant to Nemesis, so it should come as no surprise that Poine had a lot of friends amongst the totally out of control inhabitants of the Underworld called The Furies.

 When someone wise like Apollo wanted to make sure a miscreant who'd fallen for one of Atè's blindings, which we talked about yesterday, was properly punished, Poine was sent to observe and on occasion one or other of the parties to a Blood-Feud  might raise the possibility of paying a ransom as recompense for damage done. This Ransom was called Poine. The common sense theory behind Poine was that a person could release themselves from their past misdeed, and do away with the possibility of an endless and destructive, error ridden Blood-Feud by instead paying Blood-Money to the wronged party.

 This wasn't as simple as it sounds. Back in those days the Furies didn't give in that easy, they were a very excitable limbic emission enriched bunch with hardly any administrative oversight who spent a lot of time with Poine before she went all administrative on them by suggesting they were far too primordial in their reluctance to adopt this half baked strategy of Money instead of a Feud.

 The other point that needs to be made here is that back in those distant days, a family or a clan if they'd been wronged, believed that the land itself had been infected with a pollutant that would spread like a plague, destroy everything unless that wrong was cleansed in a visceral and limbic manner. There wasn't an alternative to Blood-Feuding. You couldn't just wake up one day and say the Blood-Feud is a thing of the past.

 Not for one moment would the ancestors swallow that sort of namby pamby excuse for cowardice. They didn't invent the wheel by confronting the Saber Tooth Tiger with cowardice! No! They responded with a hard-arsed united front that challenged the Saber Tooth Tiger's understanding of easy meat. It was just plain ludicrous to think that a couple of cows as recompense for someone's brother mysteriously disappearing cleansed anything. The only solution was to launch ships and make it right. If hundreds of people had to die then so be it, this was for the greater good of the cosmos.

 There's a good case for arguing that if the very Ancient Greeks couldn't see the value of Blood-Money over a Blood-Feud they were savages, uncivilized and barbarous. But that argument would be wrong. The ancient world of people had a well developed and personal relationship with their universe and with themselves that required participation from their Gods. You couldn't just say we mortals could easily sort this out ourselves if we could please stop believing that stealing someone's cow or killing their brother pollutes the land with a catastrophic earth shattering infectious sicknesses. 

 But in those days, in exactly the same way we can today, what you could do was get the Gods on the side of a new concept of Law and Order. In that Ancient Eastern Mediterranean World the first thing to do was to find a way to sidestep the wrath of the Furies, you had to rein them in, persuade them to develop impulse control. In this whole area of discussing practicalities with the Gods, reputable Oracles, Shamans, Priestesses and Priests were very useful and authoritative. They were the social freeloaders, the cocktail party class, who sometimes called for the sacrifice of virgins, but they could get someone like Apollo to have a word with a Representatives of the God of Retribution and Vengeance and ask her to add to someone like Poine's workload by persuading Poine to do more than observe, take notes at Blood-Feuds and gossip with Furies. In short, Poine had to become a more active participant. 

 This did not happen overnight, it took generations, but in time and with the cooperation between Gods and a few well placed Mortals, the Gods were persuaded that yes indeed, a negotiation chaired by Poine was a very effective way to wash away the stain of sin on the earth. In every way it was cleansing just as good as an old fashioned deep down Limbic Emission of a generational Blood-Feud. 

Sadly for all of us, as The Department of Administrative Satisfaction, Confessions and Healing began to dominate the interstitial space between the "I" and the "Me" Poine lost her connection to the Gods, her role was taken away from her, given to the Public Temple where she became a fine or prison sentence, hemlock or exile and while the immediate problem might have been fixed, the cosmos had not been restored, we people drifted further and further away from the Universe.

At first people might have been able to say: "I am not taking this money because I am greedy! I am taking it because the Goddess Poine has declared that if I take it the cycle of the Blood-Feud is closed. I have to take this money, otherwise........!"

Then as the court system developed and Athena persuaded The Furies to get with the times and think of themselves as the "Kindly Ones" instead of blood thirsty vigilantes of the Underworld whose job was making life hell for murders and oath breakers, Poine became a footnote to the wise utterances of chaps like Plato et al, and we in the west were all headed for the Code of Justinian, Church Cannon Law, English Common Law, the Code of Napoleon. We wanted a Rule of Law not of Men


 

Understandings of forgiveness

Hera, on a wall in Pompeii.
Goddess of Marriage, women, family and childbirth,

 Zeus's father was the king bee of the Titans, he was a not too bright man called Cronus. One of Cronus' great fears was a prophecy that assured him he was going to be killed by one of his sons. Many will argue that this happened a lot in the bad old days when our Limbic Emissions had a less effective Department of Administrative Satisfaction. The point is, every time Cronus' wife Rhea, who was Cronus' sister, bore him a son he swallowed the boy.

 This left a problem of succession, which Rhea decided to solve by persuading her husband to swallow a stone instead of swallowing her most recent son, Zeus. And lo, when Zeus came of age he forced Cronus to regurgitate the sons he had swallowed, took advantage of his brothers, none of whom had any love for Cronus, and he made war on the Titans, took control of Olympus, became King of the Gods and in the family tradition he married one of his own many sisters, this one was called Hera, who's pictured above.

 In due course Hera had a more serious than usual disagreement with Zeus, this one was about which of her children got what. There was no trying to be reasonable, so in her role as Queen of Olympus she decided that as punishment for Zeus' constant infidelities, in the traditional manner through deception, she'd see to it that her favorite, not his favorite, would get the keys to the Oldsmobile.

 Say what you like about the close relationship the Greek Gods had with their Limbic Emissions and their poorly developed Department of Administration, but if Hera hadn't acted as she did we might never have met the personification of delusion, recklessness, folly and ruin the Ancient Greeks called Atè. She may have been one of Zeus daughters or possibly the daughter of the Goddess of Strife and Discord, but she had keen insights into the Human Condition. 

 Hera had asked Atè to help her make sure her disputed son Hephaestus received the due respect he deserved and it didn't all go to her undisputed son Aries, who nobody, not even Zeus liked. Relatively speaking, both Hephaestus and Aries were perfectly decent Gods, but the title disputed attached to more gossipy mentions of the name Hephaestus pissed Zeus off because no one in Olympus believed, even for God's, that parthenogenesis, which is another name for Virgin birth, was a real thing. If it wasn't Zeus then someone else had sired Hephaestus, and there was every reason to believe Hera was as well attached to her own Department of Limbic Emissions as any other  traditional Queen of the Gods.

 Well it wouldn't be Ancient Greece if Atè had managed to successfully deceive Zeus. Hera claimed innocence, apart from which she was a Queen and the Goddess for women, marriage, childbirth and family, and of course she was perfect. Zeus was furious, he had to do something, he grabbed Atè by her hair and threw her down to earth where she kept herself occupied by blinding the minds of both gods and men, causing them to do dreadful and foolish things.

 The Greeks believed in a kind of blindness and delusion they identified as Atè. It just came over you, it wasn't really your fault, but once the wrong was done, it still created a Blood-Debt. If someone stole your wife and took her to live a life of luxury in Troy as opposed to the rather tedious and isolated lifestyle offered to the most beautiful female mortal in the world by a Greek Property Owner who spent most of his time out with the lads beating up on neighboring City States, you were duty bound to get her back or die trying. This eye for an eye logic was well sourced in Limbic Emissions and is still very much a subject of dispute in those interstitial spaces between "I" and "Me."

 Nonetheless, Atè, somewhere in her devious soul, had given Hannah Arendt the beginning of her understanding of forgiveness. An opportunity for a New Beginning as opposed to some soppy excuse for not putting any effort into getting your own revenge right here on earth.