Pagan myths included thousands upon thousands of elements in millions of combinations. Anything a person could possibly do or experience would look something like some version of some myth. Try to think of a possible sequence of events in your own life. It resembles someone’s idea of some ancient myth. Guaranteed. Apologists get bored and play parlor games based on that principle in their spare time. Especially with people like Jung and Campbell altering the myths to suit their theories, anything at all would fit one very neatly.
I had some soda pop just now. It had a salmon-tinted juice drink in it for vitamin goodness.
Acc. to the neo-pagan worldview, that makes me Persephone. The bubbles are seeds and the pink juice is pomegranate juice, and I drank it at evening, in a room alone. This represents the nightfall that came (well, winter, but they like to mash ideas together) when Persephone ate three pomegranate seeds in the underworld. The fact that I did this in early autumn/late summer proves it even more thoroughly – I never lived. I’m a retelling of Persephone. That was easy.
Earlier this week I went swimming with two older generations in my family. One took me home afterward. This is a form of the birth memory we all share. The hero is immersed in a dark body of water or cavern, and must emerge to lead the older generations as they have led him/her, through hot and cold, bright and dark places (like the city rec center), finally to be brought to the end of the quest, the true home, by an elder, but must complete the journey alone. See? Go ahead and do one. It’s fun and simple.
It has nothing to do with reality. In fact, I’m not Persephone, she never did exist and I do, and I’m probably not destined to invent winter by marrying the god of the underworld, but winter and night really are coming. And the little hero’s journey I took the other day I will probably take a few more times, I hope. It’s fun. And, they know me at the pool, so I can prove I exist.
