На баннере сверху надпись - ""Послезавтра". Это конец, Света".

Видимо, это персональное обращение. К девушке. Что их отношения подошли к концу.

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Весна, спамеры оживились. Блин.

Ну и что, что уже не весна. Но почему-то эти тараканы стали лезть на адрес, который нигде не светился. Сегодня аж четыре штуки прихлопнула. Мелочь, а неприятно.

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Данте. Ад. Фреска в Санта-Кроче

Страшно

Такое ощущение, что те куски, что отсутствуют, отсутствуют не случайно...

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Просьба

Если кто-то тут рядом, посмотрите пожалуйста. Очень плохо смотрится вещичка? Совсем убого? Ато мне надо из двух картинок коллаж сделать, хоть самый простой, а я в фотошопе, как корова на льду и без коньков..

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А решила я тут чуть-чуть похулюганить.

А почему бы и нет?

Лето все-таки.

Можно позволить себе немного расслабиться

Вот как покидаю сюда найденные в процессе поиска нужной картинки (безрезультатного, к слову) аватары. Для себя делала. Даже не делала, какая там работа? Просто так.

Уно моменто, только нужный диск вставлю

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Это как бы о том же, но другими словами

перенесено из тех мест, возможны повторения



С*****, на совсем такой... "женский" что ли "Улыбка Мона Лизы" назывался. Там Джулия Робертс играет, Кирстен Данст и моя любимая Джулия Стайлс.

1953 год. В женский коледж в очень консервативный городок приезжает новый преподаватель истории искусств (Робертс). Ну и стандартный сценарий того, что из этого может следовать. Но мне понравилось. Я люблю такие фильмы - добрые и, в общем-то, ни о чем. Красиво снятые. Наверное, там много чего спрятано, но для этого надо фильм не один раз пересмотреть. На передний план выведены, как мне кажется, социальные отношения в обществе. Даже, наверное, отношение общества к женщинам. И женщин к обществу.

Мне понравилась очень церемония начала учебного года. Такая вот... даже не знаю... Когда лучшая ученица, и по совместительству староста, стучит молоточком в закрытую дверь уч.заведения и ведет диалог с деканом. Что-то там про "Кто стучится в эту дверь обители знаний? - Это я, женщина, желающая их получить. - Если ты открыта для знаний, то можешь войти в эту дверь. И те, кто подобны тебе, пусть войдут следом." (это приблизительный текст).

Короче, умные девушки, но приученные к четким определениям "белого-черного", идут к намеченной обществом цели. А в конце пути - "двухэтажный домик с белым забором, гараж на две машины и собака колли" - тихое семейное счастье... Только счастье ли?



Она улыбается. Но счастлива ли она? Какая разница, если она выглядит счастливой?

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Mona Lisa Smile

Такого опыта у меня ещё не было - сидеть на сеансе в кино в полном одиночестве. И знаете что. Очень понравилось. Такой вот домашний кинотеатр с экраном на 15 кв.м. Никакого постороннего шума, никаких истерически хохочущих дамочек, никаких мобильных телефонов. Благодать. Нет, мне это, определенно, нравится. К такому можно легко привыкнуть.



Фильм хороший. Да. Такой добрый. Не знаю, наверное, я хотела бы иметь его в домашней видеотеке. Фильм такой... женский, что ли. И хорошие акрисы играют. Джулию Стайлс я вообще люблю нежно. Его, мне кажется, надо несколько раз пересмотреть. Много чего можно увидеть...

Год хороший, опять же - 1953. Искусство. Умные девушки. Коледж. Мне понравилась очень церемония начала учебного года. А в конце пути - "двух этажный домик с белым забором, гараж на две машины и собака колли" - тихое семейное счастье... Только счастье ли?



Она улыбается. Но счастлива ли она? Какая разница, если она выглядит счастливой?

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Поздравляю всех с началом лета и днем защиты детей

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Просили? Выполняем.

[начало]

Запись в дневнике Diary Spirit сего дня 20:01

Продублируйте, пожалуйста, линк на предыдущую запись (http://www.diary.ru/~diary-spirit/?...p;order=&s=) в своих дневниках.



А то все равно ведь найдутся чистые и невинные души, которые не тратят время на чтение этого дневника или не знают о его существовании. Потом они весьма сильно удивятся и будут долго возмущаться тем, что изменения случились столь скоропостижно и безо всякого предупреждения.



Смело несите свет просвещения в широкие @массы, дорогие товарищи!



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Ааааааа!!!!!!!!!!!

Сдала!!!!!

И общая оценка - девять. Что очень даже неплохо



Спасибо, Manticora, и все, кто так удачно меня ругал!!!!



Все, теперь можете обзывать меня паникершей



Боялась жутко. Вытянула билет, даже не могла понять, что там написано. Хорошо, что Инга подсказала начало. Все закончилось хорошо. Но как-то до сих пор не верится....

По теме не так уж и много можно было сказать, к слову...

Discuss 5 major elements of econimy?

— Natural resources

— Labor force

— Capital (money and equipment)

— Management

— Government

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Лапки опустились... А это плохо... Очень плохо...

В три часа. Время вроде еще есть, но вот делать ничего не хочется..

Такое ощущение обреченности...

Плохо...

Потому что голова говорит "а что ты, блин, успеешь за эти пять часов?"



Ненавижу это чувство в себе!!!

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А я все-таки послушалась совета добрых дядечек-администраторов и профилактически сменила свой пароль. Мало ли что. Береженого, как говорится...



Ух, как сегодня накликали, однако!!! Больше 60 просмотров. Что-то совершенно невероятное... Странный день

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Кто б меня чем стукнул?...

Не выходит у меня ничего

Такую фигню мой бедный мозг наотрез отказывается воспринимать. Нет, ну как можно этот бред выучить? Хнык.

Чувствую, завтра каша такая в голове будет, что ничего путного на эти пять минут не наговорю

Хочу вытянуть билет по промоушену - хоть что-то смогу сказать. Но с моим везением - можно даже и не рассчитывать...



Вот такое вот слезливое настроение...

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Человек Играющий

Игры, в которые играют люди, и люди, которые играют в Игры.



Интересно наблюдать за этими играми. Нет ничего настоящего. Все всего лишь игра. Здесь в дневниках, да и в любом другом форуме или в чате, даже не смотря на то, что веду себя и говорю то же, что сказала бы в лицо и как бы поступила в реале, я все равно играю. Играю в себя. Интересно, есть ли игра увлекательней этой? Мы все играем. Играем в ссоры, играем в дружбу, играем в любовь. Как выросшие, или не выросшие дети. Играем в чувства, играем в жизнь... Нет, я не хочу сказать, что это все понарошку, не по-настоящему. Не хочу, потому что это было бы неправдой. Все это настоящее потому, что мы верим в это. Мы искренне считаем это правдой. Я считаю это правдой. Но в то же время, все это всего лишь игра. Даже так - все это всего лишь часть Игры.



Мысль первая в сторону: Думаю, что Игрок из меня никакой... Я больше Наблюдатель. Я никак не могу почувствовать себя частью большинства игр. В тот момент, когда я уже практически вживаюсь в роль, происходит какой-то странный толчок, как встряска, и будто бы просыпаюсь. И опять ощущение "неотсюдости". И чувствую - "это не твое место".



И здесь не так уж важно, происходит ли эта игра в сети или в реале, и отрицание этой Игры тоже является игрой. Об этом или не думают, или... Но как бы там ни было, человек не может без этой Игры, человек не может без "публики" и "аваций". И наверное, самое страшное, это, когда человек не может жить по правилам игры, но и не может пререписать их. Переделать под себя. Есть игры, в которых это возможно, есть даже такие, в которых правила устанавливает кто-то из игроков, потому как этот кто-то и придумал игру, но есть такие правила, которые не считаются ни с чем, кроме Игры. И все для нее...



Мысль вторая в другую сторону: Для таких Игр не имеет значение даже кол-во игроков. Она будет идти, даже если их и не останется больше. А смерть игрока, в данном случае, не только пройдет незамеченной, но и, возможно, будет заранее определенной, намеченной самой сутью... Это, наверное, должно утешать...



А люди, играющие в игры. Т.е. люди вообще, ибо иных не бывает... Они имеют небольшое право выбора. В какие игры играть. Все же. Хотя и это, опять же, прописано в правилах. Вопрос: а есть ли этот выбор? Наверное, все же да. Но в жестких рамках программы if... then...

И это, наверное, хорошо. И правильно. Ибо деревянная кукла мертва, пока не попадает в умелые руки кукловода. И то ощущение защищенности и чувство спины, спокойствия и уверенности, которые придает кукле леска. Чувство, что тебя направляет "высшая сила". Что все решения давно приняты, что надо всего лишь плыть по течению. И все будет так, как должно быть.

Но есть и куклы-бунтари. Они не понимают главного. Им хочется свободы и независимости. И вот они, преисполненные этого "щемящего душу" чувства скорой свободы, берут в руку игрушечный нож, перерезают леску и... умирают. Они не понимают главного - они не могут жить вне игры. Вне игры они - никто. Ничто. Пустота. И можно сколько угодно обманывать себя мыслью, что на миг они стали Свободны. Это чушь. Да и кукольное счастье их было не в этом...



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Я так давно ничего не писала... Но и это как-то не хочется перечитывать. Все это лишь мои мысли ни о чем. То, о чем думалось в данный момент. Так, как это все думалось. Да будет так.

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Хи, нашла песню, которую долго искала после первого просмотра Blow Dry. А нашла на саундтреке Kill Bill vol.1. Вот так вот бывает



Current music: Santa Esmeralda - Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood

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Смотрела, точнее пересматривала, свои записи игр КВН...



— Жанка, а давай сыграем в карты на раздевание.

— Сергей, скажите прямо - вы хотите посмотреть или похвастаться?

8 ноября 2003 Сборная СНГ

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Вот такую вот картинку я сегодня получила в АТ

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"You don't choose your totem, it chooses you"

Ravens

Karasu: Nihongo (Japanese) Raven; Crow; Corvus corax

The Raven is an animal that has played a role in the folklore of most every culture. Its role varies from visionary messenger to creator in these stories, but in all it symbolizes intelligence, vision, change, or transition in some fashion. Please follow the links below to learn more about our company totem animal.



"Where do we find Raven?..." the story begins. "... When you want to find Raven, you look for him at the top of the tree, where he often sits, his eyes always moving, always looking and looking, gazing out across his world, watching for some mischief to get into..."



Science Facts About Corvus corax

Genus: Corvus. This is the classification especially for ravens and crows. Within this genus are different species of both, but their scientific names all start with 'Corvus'. They got the name from the deep throated 'croak' which is their distinctive call.

The Peoples Raven

Not long ago there was no land to be seen. Then there was a little thing on the ocean. The rest was all open sea. Raven sat upon this little thing. "Become dust!" he said, and it became the earth. -Haida

About Karasu Tengu

For as long as human memory, the mist-shrouded peaks of Japan have been home to the Tengu, mountain goblins with an unusual sense of humor.



Other names for the Raven:

Algonquin: Kagagi

Cherokee: Kalanu

Cree: Kakakiw

Danish: Ravn

Dutch: Raaf or Rafn

Esperanto: Korv/o

Finnish: Korppi

French: Corbeau

Gaelic: Bran

German: Kolkrabe

Greek: Korakas

Hungarian: Hollo

Icelandic: Hrafn

Irish: Fiach

Italian: Corvo

Japanese: Karasu (crow or raven)

Lakota: Kangi Tanka

Latin: Corvus corax

Navajo: Gaagii (crow or raven)

Norweigan: Ravn

Old English: Hrafn, Hrefn, Hrfn, Hremn, or Hremm

Russian: Voron (vO-ron) or Vron

Scots Gaelic: Fitheach

Slovenian: Krokar

Spanish: Cuervo

Swedish: Korp, or plural: Korpar

Turkish: Kuzgun

Ukrainian: Kruk

Welsh: Cigfrain

Yup'ik Eskimo: Tulukaruk







Raven in Mythology

Originally published as "Murders and Unkindnesses" in the Samhain edition of "White Dragon", 1998. © Samantha Fleming



For centuries the corvids, ravens and crows in particular (corvus corax is the Latin name for the common raven), have had a special place in the mythology of various cultures. In modern times this fascination has barely diminished. From Edgar Allen Poe's literary classic to the film of James O'Barr's cult graphic novel "The Crow", these birds still exert a powerful hold over the psyche of a significant fraction of the population. The Goths who paint their faces with white make-up and the weekend warriors who expect Raven to take them to the Otherworld to meet the dead do not see the same animal as the farmers who set up decoys in order to shoot large numbers of them every year in late spring. This is, however, typical of a creature that presents a paradox wherever one looks.



Corvids are sociable birds. They tend to form social groups, and this can be seen particularly in the case of rooks, which stay in their flocks all year round. Ravens, the largest of the family, reaching as much as 3 feet from beak to tail, form groups as juveniles, pairing off into lifelong monogamous and extremely territorial relationships at around the age of three. The courtship can involve such fun and games as synchronized snow sliding, and, of course, the synchronized flight test. The corvids can be found all over the world, and are the largest of the passeriformae, or songbirds. The common raven is widely distributed throughout the Northern hemisphere, and the adaptability and intelligence of this family have made it extremely successful.



As far as the mythology goes, the first confusion arises over the distinction between Crow and Raven, at least on the European side of the Atlantic. The two appear, in many instances, to be interchangeable, and the appearance of one or the other in a story depends as much on which author is transcribing it as it does on story itself. Whereas John Matthews 1 gives Bran the raven almost exclusively, Miranda Jane Green 2 ascribes to the God's companion animal either the crow or the raven, much as both authors do for the Morrigan. The confusion on the American side of the Atlantic is not so profound. There is a distinct geographical trend in the likelihood of Raven appearing in a story, and so we will start our examination there.



Whereas ravens appear almost exclusively as signatory animals for deities in Europe, in the shamanic cultures of aboriginal North American tribes Raven appears as deity himself. From a dichotomy of cultures, we reach a dichotomy of characterisation, for Raven in America, particularly the Northwest coast region, is both demiurge and trickster, both hero and villain, and often at one and the same time. Raven appears as simple Raven, as Dotson' Sa (Great Raven), as Nankilstlas (He Whose Voice Must Be Obeyed) and also, in a Tlingit creation myth, as Nascakiyetl (Raven-at-the-Head-of-Nass, the Nass being a river). In nearly every single creation myth of the region I have encountered, Raven, in one of his guises, is either the actual creator of the world, or has a great part to play in it. In many, such as the Tlingit myth just mentioned, Raven appears in more than one of his guises - in this case both as Nascakiyetl, and as Yetl, the Raven. This is possible because of the personification of the animal characters in the culture. Animals can take on human form without a second thought (although Raven is the greatest shape shifter of them all, being able to change into anyone and anything to get what he wants), and can also lead human style lives. Orca, for instance, is the Chief of his own underwater city, and the drowned go to live there with the killer whales, according to the Haida people.



Raven's character is very similar to that of Coyote - indeed, the two appear in stories carrying out very similar roles, the former in the North, the latter in the South. Both Coyote and Raven are driven by greed: Raven's for food, Coyote's for more carnal pleasures. A Tlingit storyteller says that "Raven never got full because he had eaten the black spots off his own toes. He learned about this after having inquired everywhere for some way of bringing such a state about. Then he wandered through all the world in search of things to eat." 3 The journeys of Raven form the basis of most of the myths in the region, and he travels around meeting animals of all descriptions and usually succeeds in contests of wit with them, either destroying and eating them or driving them off and securing their food. The Haida people make a distinction between the first part of the Raven cycle, in which he is truly creative, and the latter part, which consists of stories of his more risible behaviour. Young men are not allowed to laugh during the early part of the cycle, which is referred to as "The Old Man Stories". The Old Man Stories take in the creation of the world, sometimes a complex tale such as in the Tlingit and Tsmishian versions, sometimes a simple one, as in the Haida: "Not long ago no land was to be seen. Then there was a little thing on the ocean. This was all open sea. And Raven sat upon this. He said, 'Become dust.' And it became Earth." They also cover one of the most widely known Raven stories, how he stole the Sun, the Stars and the Moon, and also fire (reflecting on the corvine fascination for shiny objects), and the almost universal flood tale, which brought about the end of the Age of Animal Beings and brings about the Age of Men, for which Raven is invariably responsible.



In this guise, as Great Raven, Dotson' Sa, or Nankilstlas, the irrepressible greed is there, the sarcastic and laconic nature, the almost audible heavy sigh that starts off every conversation (see, for instance, Raven's first words in the story of the whale transcribed by Joseph Campbell 4 ), yet he is a character to be admired and respected, to whom homage is deserving. Although there is no evidence that Raven was ever worshipped, as such, it is said by some that the Northwest peoples did used to leave food out on the beaches for ravens. In this form he is capable of inspiring awe and terror, although always there is that twinkle in the eye and the knowledge that it can be only moments before he says something that will inspire laughter, albeit often irritated laughter as he hits the nail of truth well and truly, and sometimes uncomfortably, on the head. His creative nature usually shows itself through circumstance rather than intent, through the desire to satisfy his own needs, rather than any altruistic principles, but he seems genuinely fond of human beings, as related in "Raven finds the First Men" 5 , amongst others. He is the great shapeshifter, creative magick personified.



In his later, perhaps younger guise, Raven, or Yetl/Yelth, is often the butt of his own jokes; these are the stories in which Raven is often undertaking a position taken by Coyote in the desert and plains regions of the South. In this guise, Raven is at his most devious and tricky, is also cruel, with little thought for anyone or anything other than his own stomach. He will go to great efforts to satisfy his appetite, from tricking his cousin Crow out of his entire Winter's food supply, to tricking Deer into leaping onto some rocks so that he may be devoured, and even tricking an entire tribe into being killed by an avalanche so that he might eat their eyes 6 . He is the Raven at whom the young Haida men are allowed to laugh, but is also the Raven of whom to be most wary. He can be much crueller than his demiurge culture hero self. This Raven will have you in fits of laughter while he distracts you from the fact he is tricking you into doing something for him you may not actually want to do, and which may cost you dearly. This Raven is also a great shapeshifter, and uses his ability to aid him in deceiving others to do as he wishes.



Some of the stories do have Crow as the main character, and the main difference appears to be that Crow stories concern the themes of justice rather than greed, even if justice is not always seen to be done, as in the story of Raven and Crow's Potlatch, mentioned above.



The only time at which Raven's position in the Northwest coast culture bears any similarity to that in European culture is in his guise as one of the servants of the medicine lodge tutelary Baxbakualanuchsiwae, the Kwakiutl Cannibal Spirit, whose initiates practise ritual anthropophagy 7 . This is a comparatively recent trend in the culture, and is not widely mentioned.



By comparison, the ravens of European mythology are invariably messengers, or an alternate shape for various deities and spirits, the most widely known being Bran and the Morrigan, and of course Odin.



We are once again confronted by a dichotomy of character when we look at ravens and crows in European culture. Turning first to Odin's ravens. Huginn and Muninn, we see at once a split between active and passive roles. Huginn is Thought, and Muninn is Memory, and Odin sends these two birds off around the world at daybreak, to bring him the daily news. In Grimnismal, Odin says: "For Huginn I fear lest he return not home, but I am more anxious for Muninn". This suggests that Odin valued memory more than thought, the passive act rather than the active, but that is an altogether more complex discussion. Interestingly, Odin's wolves were Geri (no Spice Girl this, however) and Freki, whose names meant 'The Ravener' and 'The Glutton' respectively. Both of these terms are extremely applicable to ravens - ravener derives from raven - and echo the character of Raven in the tales of the Northwest Coast we have already considered. Wolves and ravens have an old and close relationship in the wild. In countries where both animals live together, a great deal of a raven's food comes from scavenging carcasses left by wolves, particularly in winter. Both animals would have been a common sight on the battlefield, scavenging on the bodies of the slain. Corvids were also connected with the Valkyries, as in "choughs of the Valkyries" 8 . Whether chough means chough (Latin name pyrrhocorax pyrrhocorax), in this case, or is an artistic rendering of raven, it is difficult to say. Valkyries may have been reflections of the "shield-maids" or skjald-meyer of the Huns, and it is worth pointing out that some sources state that the Irish battle Goddesses were not represented by ravens, but by the crow 9 , particularly the hooded crow, or "scald-crow" 10 .



Many of the Celtic goddesses are linked with the raven or crow. In this mythology the goddesses are the aggressive deities, those associated with war and death. Badb, Macha and Nemain are all associated with crows and/or ravens, as is Nantosuelta, a Gaulish water and healing goddess. The wife of the Fomorian sea-god, Tethra, was said to be a crow goddess who also hovered above battlefields, and Scottish myth has the Cailleach Bheure, who often appeared in crow form 11 . The association of the birds with death and war is an obvious reflection of its tendency to eat carrion, plenty of which is to be found in the aftermath of battle. This tendency led, eventually, to the persecution of the raven, as a harbinger of doom and destruction, and also to the common notion in modern European culture that the main attribute of Crow and Raven is their connection with the Otherworld. Upon Cuchulainn's death, the Morrigan perched on his shoulder in the form of a raven



The other main characteristic of Raven in Irish and Welsh myth is that of prophesy. The Morrigan was prone to prophesising, predicting the outcome of battle. King Cormac also came across the Badb as an old woman dressed in red garments (always a bad sign) who explained that she was washing the armour of a doomed king. Raven also acts as a messenger for the Irish/Welsh gods. Bran the Blessed (Bendigeidfran) is perhaps the best known of the Celtic gods associated with the raven, not least because of his association with the Tower of London, where ravens are still kept, wings clipped, in order to assure the safety of the realm. Bran's head, which he ordered to be cut off after being mortally wounded in the foot, is said to be buried i n the White Tower.



In "The Hawk of Achill" Cuchulainn's father, Lugh, is spoken of in association with ravens and crows. Ravens warned Lugh of the Formorians' approach. Ravens tended Cuchulainn when he was very ill, which is about the only time Cuchulainn appears to have had anything approaching a good relationship with the birds, save for when he was announced by two Druidic ravens on his entrance to Elysium 12 . He was responsible for killing a flock of magical sea ravens, which were large and able to swim in the sea (it is possible, from the description, that the birds were, in fact, cormorants, and not ravens at all. Cormorants also have a certain mythology associated with them). Also associated with ravens is the son of Cerridwen, Afagddu, who was also known as Morvran, or Sea Raven. Cerridwen 's intent had been to bestow the gift of Inspiration upon him.



A rather bizarre association is that of ravens and chess. In the Welsh "The Dream of Rhonabwy", Owain ap Urien and Arthur were playing a game which is thought to have been a chess equivalent. Three hundred ravens are mentioned in this tale as belonging to Owain, a gift from Cenferchyn. Arthur's men attacked the ravens during play, and eventually Owain told them to retaliate, upon which they attacked Arthur's men unmercifully. One of the pieces in chess is, of course, the rook, another member of the crow family (corvus frugilegus).



In Cervantes' "Don Quixote", the hero says that Arthur was not killed at all, but was turned into a raven. Arthur is also sometimes associated with the cult of Mithras, which was popular with the Roman legions. The cult organisation was based upon seven ranks that a worshipper could pass through, and the first of these was Raven. The raven, reprising his most common role in terms of masculine European mythology, was Ahura-Mazda's messenger and represented Mercury. Initiates are shown on frescoes and mosaics as holding a cup and the caduceus 13 . Also along these lines, Lugus was a Gaulish god of intelligence, and a mighty warrior. A relief from Senlis shows Lugus with ravens and geese, and the ravens appear to be speaking to him. Both Lugus and Odin are also linked with the Roman Mercury, bringing us to the connection between ravens and the art of the healer.



In nearly all cultures, the raven or crow was originally white. In one of the Greek tales, Coronis, the daughter of Phlegyes was pregnant by Apollo. Apollo left a white crow (or raven) to watch over her, but, just before the birth, Coronis married Ischys. The crow informed Apollo of this, and Apollo was not impressed. He killed Coronis and Ischys, and turned the crow black for being the bearer of bad news. Luckily, Apollo retrieved the unborn child at the funeral, for the child became Aesclepius, the father of medicine.



It is worth mentioning in passing Raven and Crow's appearances in other cultures, if only briefly.



Dwarves that live on the slopes of Kilimanjaro 13 are supposed to lay out bits of meat in banana-groves when sacrificing to their ancestors, and these bits of meat roll down the slopes and turn into white-necked ravens. In Japanese mythology, the Karasu tengu, or minor tengu, is a supernatural being with the head and wings of a black crow. They serve Daitengu, which are fallen yamabuse (monks), tall men with big noses and red faces who can create tornadoes using fans of bird feathers they carry in their sandals. Raven appears as one of the forms of the god Ninsubur in Semitic tales, and the raven, crow and rook all appear in the flood tale of Siberian myth, not one of them returning to the ark, as they were far too busy eating carcasses of drowned animals. For this they were cursed, as the dove was blessed for bringing back a twig, although it seems obvious that there had to be land somewhere if there were carcasses lying around. The Russian Lapps tell tales of the Seide, which are invisible spirits that have the power, like the dead, of appearing in the form of birds. They relate how a Seide often flew up out of a chasm in the mountains in the shape of a raven 14 .



It seems obvious, taking all these things into consideration, that the reputation of crow and raven for being dark messengers of doom, and concerned solely with death and destruction and the more black side of nature is ill-deserved. They do serve as couriers, it is true - an old Scots metaphor for death is talk of someone as having gone "awa' up the Crow Road" - but Raven has his wily beak into nearly everything, from the birth of medicine to the game of chess. The only thing you can be sure of with this character is that he is to be found at the extremities. In Haida mythology, it is even one of Raven's guises who determines the length of life of a new-born child. The constancy of Raven is his quest to fulfil an appetite - whether this be food, news, the sight of the slain on the battlefield, spirits of the dead for the Underworld, healing or prophecies of the future. The appetite is sometimes Raven's, sometimes that of the deity he signifies, but the appetite is always there. He is a creature of need, of want, of greed and gluttony, and can also demonstrate a possessive and jealous nature, but from that need and want, from the satisfaction of that appetite, great acts of creativity arise. Those acts of creativity, his greatest acts of magic, are not usually under his control, are not generally by his design, but arise through his attempts to satisfy the hunger he has. The animal seeking to sate his hunger on the dead, linking him with the Otherworld, is one and the same as that which tries to fill his belly with the farmer's crops, linking him with the 12-bore shotgun.



Raven can do almost anything, and will, but only if he gains by it. His smaller cousin, Crow, is a much more merciful and fair character. His concern is with justice, albeit oft times extreme justice, and he tempers Raven's greed in the European myths. Raven, in particular, is a creature of paradox, and to take him at face value is to ignore his devious nature.



One last point. The collective nouns for crows and ravens are murder and unkindness respectively. You have been warned.

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