A new Athena is emerging from the rubble of her former persona. Leaving justice and the arts behind she is experiencing the arts of witty discourse, sensuality, healing, and JOY.
Aphrodite eat your heart out.
And as for Odysseus she is sick of trying to guide him on his tiresome journey home to Ithaca.
‘Why don’t you just stay another seven years with that vacuous bloody goddess Circe,’ she yells at him.
She wants to leave dark Greek tragedies behind and hone her comic skills by reading the black humour of Ronald Dahl and Aristophanes (an ancient Greek poet and playwrite).
And how did she leave all this behind her?
She consulted not the Oracle of Delphi
but a modern Healer and Oracle
located in the heart of Italian Leichhardt.
Deep into her obsessions and tragedies she woke one morning hardly able to move. Should she consult one of her learned psychics or medics? They were too far away and she was bored with their endless dancing around her, too afraid to offend the mighty Athena.
She had the card of a massage therapist, an expert in some sort of esoteric Tibetan Reiki,
no doubt preceding the era when she reigned supreme.
She struggled down the street and demanded an audience.
He emerged from his cave with the deep ringing of Tibetan bells following him.
She looked up from the seat she had managed to fall into, her eyes lifting from his strong legs to his crotch, torso and noble head to make eye contact. He looked deep into her psyche, commanded her to stand, took her by the hand and led her into his cave.
As she sat on the bench he still held her hands and her gaze. She looked back without averting her eyes- after all she was the Warrior Goddess of Ancient Greece.
‘You are a powerful woman but your grief and fears are splitting you apart. Your body can’t support you and is as twisted as your mind.’
She nodded. Why had no-one said this to her before? She told him her body story but he saw into her soul and her ancestry.
Lying on the bench his skilful strong hands untwisted her as the aromatic perfumes and the resonant sounds of his bells cleared her mind of all the mean-spirited, fearful and doubting self talk that was consuming her.
She floated somewhere between Elysium and Hades
her powers becoming concentrated into the gift
this beautiful Apollo was bestowing upon her.
No-one had dared to touch her or speak to her like this before.
She would have cut them down with her sword or
thumped them with her aegis if they had.
She bravely submitted to the pain of the untwisting as she told him of her great rage that had entered some large black and white birds attacking a man and his son in a nearby park, but sparing her and her female descendants.
He did not think this strange and understood her panic. She wept and wept her fears and griefs away.
She returned to him later in the week laughing, muscles sore, but untwisted in both body and mind.
He greeted her as he greeted all came into his cave, regardless of gender, race, age, sexual orientation or physical condition, with the respectful affection of his warm embrace. He is able to contact each person’s fears and self-loathing and convert it into joy as they lie suspended from their woes, learning to become free and fully alive again. His wicked sense of humour is unleashed if you are up for it or he is as gentle as a lamb. When Athena thanked him for his help he told her it was she who had done the healing.
His cave is dark, warm and safe full of the most gorgeous smells and sounds but it is Apollo himself, the proud joyous Oracle of Leichhardt who heals all who enter there in with the spirit of healing in their hearts.