#AncientGreeks

[poppitron360]

Valgrace hc that Jason is the only one who can read Leo's handwriting. Like it's a serious problem.

[marcodelia97]

Majestic. 🏛️ Una delle parti più belle della vacanza che ho fatto è stata sicuramente vedere Paestum. Ho avuto letteralmente i brividi nel momento in cui mi sono trovato di fronte a questi templi mastodontici e così antichi, nei quali veneravano Dei che ora non consideriamo nemmeno più o che chiamiamo in altri modi in base alla cultura. Pensare che tutto in realtà accade nel momento presente, e che quindi siamo distanti ma allo stesso tempo così vicini a queste persone di un tempo, mi fa sentire parte di qualcosa di enorme. Assocerei tantissimi profumi a questa sensazione, ma l’aria calda e antica di Paestum mi ricorda tanto Desert Suave di Liquides Imaginaires (@liquides_imaginaires) 🇬🇧 One of the best parts of my vacation was definitely seeing Paestum. I literally felt shivers the moment I found myself in front of these majestic and ancient temples, in which they worshiped Gods that we no longer even consider now or that we call in other ways based on the culture. Thinking that everything actually happens in the present moment, and that therefore we are distant but at the same time so close to these people of the past, makes me feel part of something huge. I would associate many scents with this sensation, but the warm and ancient air of Paestum reminds me so much of Liquides Imaginaires' Desert Suave. #desertsuave #profumo #profumi #fragrances #paestum #travel #beauty #model #selfcare #ancientgreeks #storia #crescitapersonale (at Paestum) https://www.instagram.com/p/CgzyXuBr8zM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[carolynenting]

Ancient Greeks exhibition! Thought this remnant of a marble freeze dating about 300 BCE depicting a charioteer rather beautiful. #ancientgreeks #charioteer #marble (at Auckland Museum) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf1L8XarIgh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[artofjoohei]

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[lessvlese]

prometheus in chains//františek kupka

[cklxs]

Πάντες ἄνθρωποι τοῦ εἰδέναι ὀρέγονται φύσει. Omnes homines natura scire desiderant / All men by nature desire to know.

Aristotle

[famulus-seira]

HER MUNE

PROLOGUE

IF YOU DON’T WANT TO LISTEN, I’LL RUN INSTEAD.

HER feet pounded brutally against the uneven ground as her breaths became harsh and violent. She was running, but from what was quite a long story indeed. She hadn’t the time to recall it though as finding a place to hide seemed more crucial at this very moment. Especially when the voices were getting closer and closer.

The young, pale maiden tripped over a tree root, sending her tumbling towards a big spiky bush that pricked her oh-so delicate skin.

“Ouch!” she hissed as the bright crimson blood trickled down, illuminating itself under the waxing gibbous moon.

She was already covered head to toe in scars and bruises, and as for the rest of her appearance, it was almost depressing. Her grey, white spotted, hair was jagged; a complete mess, and her hooded dress was so torn and crinkled - even one of her sleeves were missing - when did it go missing?

She was fortunate that the hood of her dress wasn’t torn as brutally as the rest of it, as it fitted over her hair, covering her forehead and the glimmer of her grey-white locks.

The other voices were becoming increasingly clearer by the second as they drew near. “I heard something over there!” someone shouted.

The maiden was frantic now. She knew she was going to be found if she didn’t find a hiding place soon. She looked around before focusing back on the spiky bush behind her. Finding a little hidden passageway in amongst prickly twigs, she didn’t hesitate any longer.

As she crawled through the small space in between, the thorns tore at her hunter’s dress more, making sure not to miss her porcelain flesh. She fought the urge to hiss and curse in pain as she hid herself amongst the bristly bush and waited.

“Where is she?!” a tall, sturdy woman hissed.

The maiden peered through the little gaps to find a tanned woman, with red silk covering her neck. A metal weskeh sat around her collar, bearing two golden frames with a dark, pale green in the middle. This collar piece had a cross on the bottom of the golden frames, acting as an religious extension piece, despite the knight’s disbelief.

From under her weskeh, her bronze armour was evident, starting with pauldrons on each side, along with two almost isosceles triangles right next to them travelling towards the middle, and finishing off with then two sharp-curved pieces in between that acted like pincers getting ready to either pursue the cross or be its protector. The maiden couldn’t tell its true purpose.

The woman also wore a lorikion; the sleeves stopping halfway across her biceps and the hem of the clothing stopping at just above her knees, that were also plated with armour. From her knees and elbows, scales travelled towards her hands and feet, stopping only due to the metallic armour covering both - the feet being covered by silver and black boots, and the hands by black armour that stopped at the middle crease of her fingers and in between the creases of her thumbs.

In between her lorikion and elbow, and knee plate and same cloth waving above; the red silk that covered her neck peeked, colouring her fingers and thumbs as well.

Most knights wore the same thing, minus her weskeh; the only other differences being the almost-isosceles and pincers design, and her osiris belt, that helped holding her blade and its pouch in place.

The maiden really couldn’t help but focus her attention solely on this one knight; someone her sister praised and blabbered on about often - swooned, was probably the correct word.

Unlike the maiden’s white-grey hair, tucked firmly in the back of her hooded dress, the knight had curly leathery black hair. It was extremely untidy; bangs in an unruly but parted mess, fringe as unkempt as ever, bun frizzed in the frenzy and rest of the strands that didn’t cooperate when tying her hair into a bun.

She wondered why her sister admired her at first, criticising the knight’s atrocious aroma and her natural demeanour, but soon came to understand why when she joined her sister as an audience.

It was dark, the light from the moon and stars barely touching the knight’s figure, the Wolf barely at her peak, and still the maiden could outline the woman’s every detail. After all, a General who led her disciples into battle was someone extraordinary, (and again, her sister was quite mouthy).

Everyone in the Kingdom and in the villages nearby knew of her. She was a leader who trained her disciples to the best of their abilities, never failing once - hence why she was voted to be.

The only thing that the General and her knights lacked, however, was their ability to find the maiden herself. She was the best at hiding, her and her sister being an unbeatable duo! Even though her sister wasn’t with her now, she wasn’t going to give in - not even the monsters that roamed the night could deter her anymore.

One of the disciples spoke up. “I don’t know! I could’ve sworn she was over here!”

- and here she was, in a place that they’d least expect.

The General grew irritated. “Well, find her! She couldn’t have gotten far!”

The knights and the runaway trembled at the booming voice, one resistant to her demanding voice. It wasn’t like they hadn’t heard it before, but whenever the General got mad it was a time to worry - the maiden was just vulnerable to harsh tones.

The knights all scramble to form a straight line in front of her, the stray complying calmly, as they saluted.

“Ser, yes, Ser!” they all synchronised, a solitary knight sounding flat.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Sooner or later they all left in the same direction. The maiden, who witnessed the scene, slowly crawled out of her hiding place. Not bothering to remove the thorns that made her flesh and dressing their new home, she took off once more, the echoing of a metallic sound wishing her luck from afar. She was smart not to follow, she’d be crazy to do so!

Now looking back to where they all left, the maiden couldn’t help but be proud of herself. She managed to escape the General and her knights! Who wouldn’t be proud of something so unheard of? Surely she would’ve won part of the land - if it weren’t for her being on the run in the first place.

Tears pricked at her eyes, her lips twitching. Freedom was in her grasp at last. All she had to do now was take it and fly away. Do you hear that, Vykki? Adelfos? We’re going to be free at last.

Without much warning, she bumped into a commoner.

“Ow…” she hissed. The maiden looked to the woman who fell, and quickly arose from the ground in a hasted motion. “I’m so sorry, ma’am!!”

The runaway stretched out her hand, but the lady was more focused on the maiden’s torn dress and excessively damaged skin.

“Oh my, dear! You’re wounded!”

the commoner exclaimed,

as she picked herself up from the ground.

The maiden wanted to speak up, but found she was at a loss for words. She hasn’t spoken to a normal human besides her hunter in years.

What does she even say to one?

“Don’t worry, ma’am! I’m fine, truly!” Though that wasn’t convincing in the slightest.

The older one clicked her tongue.

“You’re not fooling anybody, sweetie.

Come with me.

We’ll have to treat those nasty wounds of yours

before they get infected!”

The maiden was a loss for words as she was dragged along by the commoner.

This lady is strong!, she noted.

The runaway saw no point in struggling or refusing the generous lady’s help. Was there any need to? None of the citizens outside of the Kingdom knew who she really was and the person’s scent was comforting, almost familiar; familial.

As long as I stay hidden, it’ll be fine, she convinced herself.

OH, HOW SHE WISHED SHE DIDN’T LET HER GUARD DOWN.

[scarlettandsageco]

Eclipse. When Gods Meet #greekgodsandgoddesses #ancientgreek #mythological #mythologyart #mythsandlegends #greekgods #greekmyth #ancientgreece #greekmythology #apollo #stars #planets #artemis #artemisa #fullmoonmagic #mysticart #withcraft #darksurreal #greekmythologyart #mythologyinart #mythologyartwork #artandmythology #mythologyartproject #artininstagram #midjourney #aiart https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckm4iaPtpa6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[michael-svetbird]

: • "MUNICH.Glyptothek" New MSP Online Gallery: . After numerous visits to Antikensammlungen & Glyptothek in Munich accumulating photos, at last I found time to sort them and combine some selected ones in 1 gallery, alors c'est tout, s'il vous plaît profitez-en "MUNICH.Glyptothek": . 📸 D-ART Gallery: https://www.deviantart.com/svetbird1234/gallery/86602762/munich-glyptothek . 📸 FB Album: https://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1861963807505521&type=3 . Will be further replenished [I hope] . Antikensammlungen & Glyptothek Munich | AGM https://www.antike-am-koenigsplatz.mwn.de/index.php/en IG: @antikensammlungenglyptothek FB: facebook.com/glyptothek Twitter: @ AGlyptothek . No commercial use. . . #munich #münchen #munchen #antikensammlungenmünchen #glyptothek #archaeologicalmuseum #artmuseum #ancientart #vasepainting #ancientpottery #ancientsculpture #sculpture #arthistory #ancientgreek #ancientroman #etruscan #attica #rome #etruria #ancient #antiquity #archaeology #museology #mythology #greekmythology #heritage #sculpturephotography #museumphotography #archaeologyphotography #michaelsvetbird @antikensammlungenglyptothek (at Staatliche Antikensammlungen) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGElwHI2GH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[thedarkacademiagraduate]

[yourantiquarian]

Greek epichysis

ITEM Epichysis MATERIAL Pottery, Gnathia Ware CULTURE Greek PERIOD 4th Century B.C DIMENSIONS 183 mm x 80 mm CONDITION Good condition PROVENANCE Ex Emeritus collection (USA), collected from the 1950’s to the 1980’s by a distinguished university professor who served as Department head, Dean and Vice President of a major university. Epichysis, epichysis or epichise is a vessel similar to an oil cruet with a long, thin spout and a flat base without a foot, used in libations to pour its contents (perfume) almost drop by drop. It has also been described as a small jug with a long, narrow neck and a 'spool body', fitted with an upright handle. The Latin term "epichysis" comes from the Greek word for libation, derived from cneo (to pour) and epi (on). But as is often the case with names of this kind, the name is so vague that it can be applied to the wide variety of vessels, jugs, cruets, etc., used for pouring liquids, such as the kyathos or cyathos. Read the full article

[michael-rosskothen]

Fashion model with Medusa design

[thetitansocietyorg]

The Eternal Struggle: Justice and Injustice from Titan Mythology to Modern Times

The Eternal Struggle: Justice and Injustice from Titan Mythology to Modern Times

You are Admired & Respected

“It's not whether you get knocked down; it's whether you get back up” - Vince Lombardi.

“Acts of yourself are derivative of an outcome that will secure justice as a paramount outcome of your injustice which you foolishly think is justice, reference to the acts against Titan Gods and the worshipers of Titan, to the present day” – Thanatos ‘God of Death, Destroyer’ - Andrew Rogers ‘Titan Auteur, Writer, Oracle’.

The Consequences of Injustice: A Reflection on Ancient Mythology

The quote provided offers a thought-provoking insight into the concept of justice and the repercussions of unjust actions. Attributed to Thanatos, known as the 'Death, Destroyer' in Greek mythology, and Andrew Rogers, an enigmatic figure described as a 'Titan Auteur, Writer, Oracle', the quote urges contemplation on the outcomes of one's actions through the lens of justice.

The reference to "Acts of yourself" alludes to individual behaviors and choices, implying a direct connection between personal actions and subsequent consequences. Furthermore, the notion of these acts being "derivative of an outcome" underscores the cause-and-effect aspect of justice, suggesting that one's actions will inevitably lead to specific results.

The mention of "Titan Gods and the worshipers of Titan" invokes ancient mythology, specifically the conflict between people against the Titans. This reference adds a mythical and timeless dimension to the discourse on justice, as it draws upon ancient tales of power struggles and divine retribution.

Although cryptic in nature, the quote appears to caution against misconceptions of justice, as it highlights the folly of mistaking unjust acts for righteousness. This warning is encapsulated in the phrase "which you foolishly think is justice", emphasizing the danger of conflating one's own skewed perception of justice with genuine moral rectitude.

By invoking "the present day", the quote seeks to underscore the enduring relevance of these themes. It prompts reflection on how the dynamics of justice and injustice continue to shape human affairs, echoing the timeless nature of ethical dilemmas and their far-reaching implications.

In summary, the provided quote, attributed to the mythical figure Thanatos and the enigmatic Andrew Rogers, serves as a philosophical contemplation on the consequences of individual actions and the enduring significance of justice. It invites readers to ponder the timeless interplay between personal choices, justice, and the enduring impact of these dynamics on human existence.

Thanatos in Greek Mythology

In Greek mythology, Thanatos holds a significant role as the personification of death. Unlike many other figures in Greek mythology, Thanatos is often mentioned but seldom depicted in person. His name is transliterated as Thanatus in Latin, while his equivalent in Roman mythology is Mors or Letum. Thanatos represents an intriguing and essential aspect of both Greek and Roman mythologies, embodying the concept of mortality and the passage to the afterlife.

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Andrew Rogers

Founder, Titan Auteur, Creative Director, Consultant, Writer, Oracle  

The Titan Society

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[arabicfornerds]

20 questions for: Nikolaos Van Dam (#21) Episode #21 of my series "9273 roots": 20 questions for the ambassador and authority on Syria who worked in almost all Arab countries: Dr. Nikolaos Van Dam. https://arabic-for-nerds.com/interviews/9273-roots/interview-nikolaos-van-dam/?feed_id=4779

[mathsandcomedydotcom]

My first Tiktok-style video with a greenscreen. In this video, I discuss the image of Elon carrying a sink upon the purchase of Twitter, in Ancient Greek.

«Τῐ́ ἐστῐ τοῦτο;»

«Τῐ́ ἐστῐ τοῦτο?»

«Οὗτός ἐστῐ Ὁ Αἰλὼν ϕερὼν τὸν νῐπτῆρᾰ.»

‘Tĭ́ estĭ toûto?’

‘Tĭ́ estĭ toûto?’

‘Hoûtós estĭ Ho Ailṑn p͡herṑn tòn nĭptē̂ră.’

‘What is this?’

‘What is this?’

‘This is Elon carrying the sink.’

[ancipreneur]

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