i am new to this forum…
I was reading about the story of ATLANTA(huntress).she was warned by oracle not to marry,still for some reason by the trick of the gods she did marry and was somehow cursed to be lions along with her lover…
so why is there so much jealousy and hatred even in gods? arent they suppose to be divine? why is humans fate always decided by gods?
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To the extent there’s something to learn from ancient mythology, I’d suggest it’s best applied metaphorically - analyze the text the same way you would a worthwhile poem or piece of fiction. Beyond that, these are pretty silly questions.
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To teach people lessons.
Because a voice that echoes throughout the universe always means more with swear words for emphasis.
But real spirituality is about being non-fearing…why is the emotion of fear always lurking? But there have been instances of real love in “eros and psyche” where she prevails over obstacles by aphordite bcoz eros helps her
It’s curse, not cuss.
It would really be helpful to get more than one sentence replies…
Go on.
At least two sentences. 
But okay, all seriousness aside, gods curse because we make them that way. We don’t know how to shape gods beyond human attributes and characteristics. That’s why the Old Testament God is such a dick. It says everything about us, as humans … and our dickish human nature.
its possible there is symbolic meaning of “myth” ist the very word myth=truth… what was socrates opinion on myth?
Socrates did not believe in the gods. He was executed for being vocal about his disbelief. It seems you are interpreting myth in the sense that Jung/Cambell give it–a truth told symbolically or allegorically. The ancient greeks had no such interpretation. For them the gods were super humans in what they could cause to happen, but very human in their prejudices and desires.
The OT God was good at cursing both by sending plagues and word of mouth. He often referred to the Hebrews as “You fornicators (fuckers). Your stench has reached my nostrils.”
In the trial of the Chicago Seven, the judge asked the hippies, “Why do you have to curse so much”. One explained. “All the good words are used up.”
Yes bro’s Ierrellus and azizlight, there are truths in total made up bullshit.
Man can’t help shaping his mythologies and gods in his own image … so the bad shit comes out in the myths, but so does the good shit. Man leaks out all his own characteristics into his gods and myths ; the good and bad, and bullshit and truth.
So azizlight, Socrates would today debunk all the Greek myths, as we do looking back on them ; and was busy debunking them back then. He was smart, he used the Socratic method … he must have learned it in school …
He was no more an atheist than Nietzsche was immoral. Socrates and Nietzsche were judged by others as that but they were simply demanding a deeper religion and morality.
I don’t think there’s any question that myths almost always contain a kernel of truth, or as Smears said initially, a lesson; but more generally “myth” is a separate category from “truth,” distinguishing “tales” or “stories” from “fact” - dragons & talking bushes from WWII history, for instance.
Myths, fictions, stories from various religions, the lot of it - all of it is valuable to the journey, and all contains at minimum the “truth” of your experience of it. In the end, most of this is just a long complicated movie anyway - virtually every scene has the potential to be the best one yet. “Truth” is the whole experience; “You” are its arbitrator.
Because the Gods are a projection of human life …
I like mythology. I like fiction. There’s truths buried in both … as is the good, the bad, and the ugly. Myths strike me as children’s stories … as does the creation account in Genesis. I see the book of Job as adult fiction. Both truth and humor are found in it. But you have to be able to laugh at God to get the humor. And you have to be honest to get the truth in it.
Thanks for the concise way to put it Bob.
The truth is that any good story has some truth to it, otherwise we wouldn’t entertain the story. There is always the aspect of what we would do in such a situation and that is why stories have always been the first method of transporting wisdom. We tell stories in the same ways (think of all the sequels and re-makes) just as ancient stories were given a formal structure which “functions” as a vehicle for wisdom or insight.
The problem is that we are flooded with stories that only want to tickle our fancy and have us turning the next page until the villain is (at long last) caught or escapes into further sequels in the same style. We have lost the intuition that is quite normal within children (until they discover the tv) and people who are not overfed by the media. As soon as you start thinking for yourself, looking up at the stars, noticing the smile of a child, or the tear of a woman, feeling the frost in the morning, or the wind in your face, or hearing the birds welcome the sun, then you are regaining the ability to listen rather than just hearing. You start looking rather than just seeing. You become aware and pick up the message between the lines of what you read, the various levels of communication in the spoken word, you see through the gesticulations and facial expressions of people and recognise the issue.
It is surprising how many people have lost that ability. And then you read or hear a story, like for me it was the story of Elija on the mountain, and you read how God asks him why he is hiding on the mountain, and how he talks to God like a child who feels hard done by. You follow him out of the cave and experience the thunder and lightning of the storm, you tremble as the earth quakes and you feel the red heat of the fire, and you are on the floor scared out of your wits and realise, that wasn’t God … and then the whisper tickles your ear and is suddenly gone again, and you feel the awe of the presence of the almighty. It is all a question of being receptive for that message, for that experience, for that insight …
Or it is a matter of crowd control over a bunch of kids.
Imagine a schoolyard full of kids running amok causing havoc and being destructive. A sweet gentle adult comes out and says “Pretty please stop this behavior” in a sweet quite voice. We all know that teacher will be ineffective controling those wild little critturs.
Now get a teacher out there that is big threatening loud and down right scary bellowing at the little monsters to " Stop this or I will kick your asses from here to hell and back." then that teacher grabs one kid holds that child up and slaps him or her. The amokness stops. Monsters and critturs become loveable kids again.
And that is why humans created gods that curse and get pissed. Crowd control.
That’s why I say : “Fuck the gods!!” They offer no real threat. It’s all in our heads.
Just incase, be at the side of the crowd, close to a quick exit. 