The Boy Who Cried Wolf
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Pin-the-tail-on-the-scapegoat.
The Baphomet stands at the crossroads; a prophet, and that doesn't spell profit.
If there was a message, way up in the middle of the air, and projected on the wall paper, would it fall upon deaf ears and blind eyes? Or would a sorrowful eye, tired of its prolonged suffering, wisen to the fact that a cold slab of stone and a consumed heart isn't any holier than the rest? And a hole shouldn't be our spiritual aspirations, if said spiritual aspirations aren't kind enough to fill the void produced in the sacrament, eh?
This article examines some complex connections between Pythagorean symbolism and related aspects of ancient Greek mythology concerning wolves, lycanthropy, the color white, music, Mt. Lykaion in Arcadia, the gods Zeus, Apollo, Artemis, and Pan, as well as ancient mystical rites of initiation, and the philosopher Plato.
These connections are at times obscure but well attested in the sources. The article goes through each of them in turn, and demonstrates their connectivity, along with broader implications in the mythology.
The forget-me-nots, forgot me a knot, tied so beautifully; a noose that would blush at a hearth.
Does thou crosseth thy Dodecahedron?
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