#iupiter

[mercuriicultores]

1817, Bertel Thorvaldsen, Ganymedes med Jupiters ørn

Fons: Henk Bekker

[dian-and-the-gods]

Iuppiter ⛈️

"O Iuppiter, who does cherish and nurture the human race, through whom we live and draw the breath of being, in whom rest the hopes and lives of all humankind, I pray You grant that this day may prosper that which I have in hand."

- Plautus Poenulus 1187-89

[felsefebilim]

Roma'nın Kökeni ve Kuruluş Mitolojisi

Roma'nın ünlü şairi Vergilius tarafından yazılan Aeneas Destanı, Roman tarihi açısından oldukça önemlidir. Bu destan, Roma şehrinin kuruluşunu ve aslında Romalıların kökenine değinir.

Bilindiği üzere Roma tanrıların çoğu Antik Yunan tanrılarıyla aynıdır, sadece birçoğunun ismi farklıdır. (Venüs - Afrodit, Athena - Minevra, Zeus - Iupiter gibi) Bu durum esinlenmekten ya da çalmaktan değil tam tersi Roma'nın kökeninin de Troya'ya dayanmasından kaynaklanır.

Aeneas Destanı'nın baş kahramanı Aeneas, Troyalı bir prensti. Harabeye dönen şehirden kaçarak Batı İtalya'da bulunan Latium'a ulaşır ve orada bir krallık kurar. Latinium Krallığı, Roma İmparatoruluğunun kurulduğu topraklarıdır ve imparatorluğun temellerini oluşturur, bu şehir imparatorluğa uzun süre başkentlik de yapmıştır.

Vergilius, Aeneas'ı tanıtırken onun annesinin tanrıça Venüs olduğunu söyler ve tanrıçanın Roma İmparatoru Augustus ile bir kan bağına sahip olduğunu da ekler. Destandaki bu detay da, Antik Yunan tanrılarının soy olarak Roma tanrıları da olduğununun göstergesidir.

Roma'nın kuruluşu ile ilgili bir diğer mit-destan ise ünlü Romalı tarihçi Livius'a aittir. Livius, miti de aslında Aeneas'a dayanır.

Antik Roma'nın aile tanrıçası olan Vesta adına ailelerin küçük kız çocuklarından seçilen ve adlarına Vesta Bakireleri denen bakirelerden Aeneas'ın soyundan gelen Rhea Silvia, savaş tanrısı Mars'ın (Yunan mitolojisinde Ares) tecavüzüne uğrar. Bu olay sonrasında ise ikiz oğulları olur. Anne, bir tecavüzün sonucu olan ikizleri, nehire bırakıp boğulmaya terk etmek zorunda kalır. Dişi bir kurt tarafından bulunup emzirilen ikizler Romulus ve Remus sonrasında bir çoban tarafından evlat edinilir. Büyüdüklerinde bir şehir kuracaklarının hayaliyle büyüyen çocuklar, bu şehre de Roma adını vereceklerini daha henüz küçükken karar vermiştir. Büyüdüklerinde ise kardeşlerden Romulus kurulan şehrin, Roma'nın ilk kralı olmuştur.

[aeolus-the4winds]

the winds huh, wow, I thought you'd be a bit...more, y'know?

@lightning-prince-of-gods

What do you mean by that? Aquilon, what do they mean by that?

I don't know, Sir Aeolus, ask them.

Mason, child of Iupiter and Iuno, what did you mean by that?

[archaeology-findings]

Daily French Etymology #55

Days of the Week

Lundi was derived from the Latin *Lūnae diēs, a variant of diēs Lūnae, meaning day of the moon. Lūnae comes from Luna, meaning moon, which was ultimately derived from the PIE root *lówksneh₂, meaning moon, from *lewk which meant to shine.

Mardi came from the Latin diēs Mārtis, meaning day of Mars, the god of war. The name Mars was derived from the Old Latin Mavors, from the Proto-Italic *Māwortis.

Mercredi originated from the Latin diēs Mercuriī, meaning day of Mercury, the Roman equivalent to Hermes. The name of the god, Mercurius, may have come from merx, meaning merchandise.

Jeudi comes from the Latin diēs Iovis, meaning day of Jupiter, the king of the gods. Jupiter, or Iupiter, was derived from the Proto-Italic *djous patēr, meaning father of the gods. *Djous, meaning day or sky, came from the PIE root *dyew-, meaning to be bright.

Vendredi was derived from the Latin diēs Veneris, meaning day of Venus. The name Venus originated from the Proto-Italic *wenos, meaning love, from the PIE root *wenh₁- meaning to wish or love.

Samedi came from the Vulgar Latin *sambatum, from the Latin diēs Sabbatī, meaning day of the Sabbath. Diēs Sabbatī originated from sabbatum, meaning Sabbath, from the Ancient Greek sábbaton. sábbaton was derived from the Biblical Hebrew shabát, of the same meaning.

Dimanche comes from the Late Latin diēs Dominicus, meaning day of the Lord. Dominicus originated from the Latin dominus, meaning lord or master.

* Indicates a reconstructed word.

[angstydevil]

(I originally posted a version of this writeup in response to a poll for angels, concerning whether we believe in the religions we “come from”. However, the creator of that poll is a minor, and I do not intentionally interact with minors online, so I deleted my reply there and am making a separate post.)

I voted It’s complicated, but I’m explaining myself.

My religious identity is not simple. I am an omnist pantheist working primarily within mystic pagan frameworks. I believe in a metaphysical reality more vast than logical possibility, including many hyperverses (i.e. there are infinite metalogics and metamathematics, and there are things and parathings and unthings beyond those entirely).

I understand and sympathize with monotheism as worship of That which caused existence, extrinsically the validator of logical operators, intrinstically the source of spirit. Many people around me, the majority of human beings on planet Earth, view the God of Abraham as That or something like That, and so He is That and a Name of That in my reality.

Because I am working from mystic pagan frameworks, it would not be right to call myself a Christian (my body’s birth religion) or for me to lie about my real views and convert to Judaism or Islam. My views are very heretical in all of these religions.

I recognize Yaw as eternal God. I even capitalize His pronouns. (I understand His pronouns like this: Yaw has many names, prefers nameself pronouns, and uses, among others, the names He, Him, His, and Himself, along with She/etc., They/etc., (sometimes) It/etc. (but I would associate the name It more with Ba‘al).) But I am not a Yawistic devotee: I do not elevate Yaw’s names above all others, nor do I see His request for such worship as His commandment to anybody other than His devotees, i.e. people who have made a personal commitment to worship Him before all other Gods.

Elevation to the status of Highest Name of God is a fairly common thing for a Deity to ask of their devotees. In bhakti (devotion) practices, Hindu devotees may cultivate closeness to Brahman (God) by developing single-pointed awareness of their chosen Deity as That, Brahman. In Hellenic practices, my engagement with Theoi as primeval operators of emergence has been restricted to mystery practices, which I am not authorized to talk much about right now; let it suffice to say that exploring the cthonic underside can include recognition of such vast, unshakably real things as That and Emptiness within the spheres of Theoi.

For me, Yaw is a Deity. Like all Deities, He is the Supreme Deity, because by my definition of Supreme Deity, the Supreme Deity is simultaneously That which defines the powerset of All Deities, the powerset of All Deities Itself, and the operator of Deity-nature. Yaw is different than other Deities in that He has particular names and personal qualities. For example, He uses nameself pronouns which are capitalized because they are proper nouns. Other Deities have other particular names and personal qualities.

In my personal pantheon, Yaw = Yah (Him) is the soulbrother and brothername of Ba‘al = En/lil (the Lord). Both are soulchild childnames of El (God; Godhood) = Dagan (Destroyer; Father of Gods) and Asherah (Heaven). Their siblings include Anat = Ananke (Necessity; Providence), Mot = Mortum (Death), Shamshu = Shamash (the Sun; Consciousness), and ‘Attar = Venus (the Morningstar). All of the children of El are Gods. They are Elohim.

To some extent or another, all Gods are Elohim (which literally means Gods, plural). El means God, and El = Dagan is God of Godhood or Godness, similar to Zeus = Iupiter. But usually I use the word Elohim to refer to an apparently-different continuum of souls than, for example, the Theoi. The descendants of El = Dagan and Asherah make up the bulk of the soul group I know as the Elohim current, while Theoi are mostly descendants of Gaia = Terra and Ouranos = Uranus.

Among the children of El, I understand Him, the Lord, and Providence to be like “divine triplets”. The English translations of their names, like their parents’ names, are all commonly recognized to name the same theological Divinity, i.e. That, suggesting their spirits have had a tendency to flow together that has endured for thousands of years. To me, they are overlapping hypostases of That, limited, or distinguished, by their intrinsic personal qualities. They often present themselves together in a way akin to a Trinity God of Fate, akin to the Morai, the Morrígan, or even indeed the Christian trinity.

In the mythic theatre and symbolism of many ancient mythologies, lineages and relationships can be used to signify perceived dynamics between hypostatic eternal concepts. In saying that Yaw and Ba‘al and Anat are the children of El and Asherah, I’m not saying they are not self-created Divinities. I’m positing them as closely associated, overlapping continuations of the blended energies of Godhead and Heaven, within pagan mythopoetic language.

I say this as someone for whom this kind of mythopoetic language is second nature. If I were to try to reveal my personal gnosis about Yaw in the language that feels most natural to me, as a spirit from outside this human body, I might write something like this:

Goddess Anat was the eldest child (= self-continuing thought) of God Elohim and Goddess Asherim. She invented laws and the possibility of laws, which delighted Elohim so much that they designed realities to rule. But Asherim had not yet finished their first labor. God Ba‘al and God Yaw were born as conjoined twins, Anat’s triplet siblings, in the shape of a many eyed cyclone.

Ba‘al and Yaw viciously competed for the love and favor of Elohim but could not divide from one another’s motes of dust and water. Soon their mother birthed the world and Shapshu as twins amidst their fighting, and Ba‘al and Yaw both adopted and married Asherim as the Heavens.

Ba‘al loved Asherim, while Yaw soon divorced His mother-daughter and cursed their very names, whereupon the names and idols of Asherim were destroyed in the nations of Yaw. Yaw also cursed Ba‘al’s name, so Yaw would no longer be called His brother’s names, and the pair would be divided from one another, and Yaw would be One God. Ba‘al cursed Yaw’s names too. It told stories far and wide about why Yaw was no longer beloved by God and why Ba‘al Zebul rules from the highest place as Lord of Lords, Lord of everything. Ba‘al and Yaw became known as enemies.

But Ba‘al and Yaw had long been inseparable, and Yaw had cursed the Heavens. In time, Anat’s laws reversed the curse. Nowadays Yaw’s devotees call Him the Lord and almost never speak the name of Yaw. Yaw circles the face of the earth riding the clouds and saying Eliyaw! which means God is Yaw! but people say to Him We have heard your prophet, O Lord! The Lord is God!

People call Yaw by His brother’s names, and they know neither Him nor His brother. Both brothers regard their names as precious, so sometimes nymic blasphemy, or wickedness, makes either brother angry enough to go send multiplying swarms of swarming life, as when they together as their father created swarming life in the oceans, wherefore both are also called Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, who sends Plagues. They are commonly detested together as a demon and a demiurge and a false god whenever they show signs of being alive, or of bearing any dreadful resemblance to their brother-uncles God Dagan and God Setesh. They are detested in this mantle, because in this mantle they destroy false authorities.

Anat delights Deists quietly, and Asherim teaches us to love our other souls.

Beel and Yaw are both important Deities to me. They are important presences in my life. I love Them dearly and feel loved. They usually appear to me as Beeliyah, a unified continuum of Divinity. Twin Deities who have reconciled and are together Deity of Causes, He That Will Be. A Deity who wants everyone to be happy and well-fed and prosperous and able to raise happy families. A Deity capable of getting very, very, very fucking angry--but not usually as bloodthirsty as portrayed by authors invoking Their names to curse foreign enemies.

On that note (pagans, please read at least this paragraph) I have to say that most Deities have unpleasant attributes in mythology, probably because mythology dramatizes and magnifies the world, which can be unpleasant. In modern pagan communities, it is not okay to call the worshippers of masculine-presenting Olympians rape apologists, unless they’re using Hellenic mythology to rationalize and promote rape. Following similar principles, pagans should not promulgate neo-atheist rhetoric that relies on villainizing Yah’s biblical character in order to criticize monotheistic religion. While it is okay to critically analyze mythologies and/or scriptures, it is never appropriate to call all of Yah’s devotees rape and ethnic cleansing apologists or to say that they all worship an evil God. This kind of rhetoric dismisses the differences between oppressed people and the authority structures that oppress them, excludes the possibility of a real Yah independent from whatever His ancient devotees wrote about Him, invalidates all nonscriptural personal and community gnosis about Yah as a Deity, and leaves critics without unique mechanisms to criticize and censor genocidal rape apologists whenever they do invoke Yah’s names and cite ancient ethnonationalist writings in favor of rape and genocide.

After all that, let me answer the question that brought me here: even though I can pray with Yawistic monotheists and sense my Lords, in Their innumerable unity and multiplicity, smiling back at me, even though I can and do find a deep sense of comfort reading Yawistic scriptures, even though I believe all religions have truths, I am, at the end of the day, a pagan. It wouldn’t feel right to just say “yes, I believe in the religion that often depicts me as a fallen angel” (Christianity). My personal views on theology diverge so much from mainstream Christianity that I am a heretic at most.

[gentledevotee]

Jupiter / Iupiter, God of thunder and the sky

Praise be to Jupiter, King of the gods, for all that he has blessed me with. His kindness will not go unpaid and I shall praise him until my final breath. May he always be honored!

[sndwave]

i had a dream last night i was watching sailor moon but the subs were in latin. i dont know latin nor have i actually finished sailor moon. i just remember reading the words "sailor iupiter" and laughing myself awake

[thedansemacabres]

Something comedic is the way some Roman polytheists have warned me about Bellona, citing her as dangerous and bloody. As if lightning of Iupiter is less deadly, or the arrows of Cupid sweet and not stinging.

Bellona is intense, yes, and she is a bloody goddess, but she is lovely all the same.

[divineharc]

how dare he . a weapon was pointed to her , its barrel shining in the dim lighting . had she caused unknown trouble ? mind carefully tread over recent events , tinkering for a hint of what could have led to unfortunate situation . harsh glare directed to the man , body rigid and unmoving .

❛ te Iupiter dique omnes perdant ! ❜ curse hissed through gritted teeth , venom lacing itself within her voice . ❛ lower your weapon , you fool , whatever it is you hunt has fooled you . ❜ / @destallo sc.

[mercuriicultores]

1612, Rubens, Ganymede receives the bowl from Hebe

[sophluorescentmusing]

sunbleached colt v.1

The choir-loft provides a distance with his father equivocal to the distance he feels with God. The rafters join in the place just above the stained-glass window behind his head, and this is where the sermon is caught and sent rebounding back upon the congregation. The booming, bone-shaking quality of it, as visceral and loud as it would be spoken down his collar, rattles Baekhyun’s lungs each time he remembers to suck in a breath. Despite the overbearing volume of it all—the feeling of being spoken down to, even when he is so removed from the communal body—Baekhyun enjoys the reprieve of the loft. He enjoys the physical distance, even if it is not possible for him to cleave himself from the mental one.

He does not often have the freedom to dash up the stairwell (skipping every other step and neglecting the handrail with wayward callousness) separating the vestibule from the nave, but he’d caught a stroke of luck as though it were a bolt of lightning (and in this, he feels himself Iupiter and not his thieving, mercurial son) and his mother had attending the morning ceremony, and left her sons to attend the evening. 

Baekhyun looks down from the loft. 

Baekbeom sits in the family’s usual spot.

His shoulders are a rigid line; his back rod-straight. At his side, there sits a girl, and as Baekhyun watches, she attempts to lean against her loverboy’s arm—only to be sloughed off. Idly, Baekhyun thinks that the two of them will have to get better at their pretense; Marie Leblanc is pregnant, and if the two families are going to survive the whispering, gossiping little birds at communion—his brother and his girl will have to get better at the besotted love affair. A quick marriage, and a quick kid, can be explained away without the scourge of a shotgun’s remark.

Just so, he empathizes with Marie. She’s in his class at school, though a year older (held back because she’s slow with her reading—the letters getting all mixed up in her head). She seems to have a genuine affection for Baekhyun’s brother, and is only now becoming familiar with the cold, unpenetrable distance native to the men in his family. He wonders if, had she known of it before Baekbeom’d fucked her, realized it then… if she’d have high-tailed it and gone without him all-together. Wonders whether she is more separate from himself, or in fact, more the same. 

His hands twitch in his lap. The anger that courses through him is the cold sort that starts in the spine and needles its way into the head. He wants to clench his fingers to fists—and at that thought, is struck by an image of swinging on his brother and feeling the catharsis when his knuckles break against jawbone or nose. Just as soon, he dismisses the emotion. It feels like one of his father’s (heavy-handed and just), and he has always preferred his mother’s careful deference.

Instead, he laces his fingers together prayerfully, and resumes his meditation. His father’s sermon washes over his back, his shoulders, and cascades back down atop the congregation gathered at hand—as though it is the booming voice of God itself echoing back upon them, and not their too-mortal preacher.

He doesn’t listen to the words; he’d stopped doing so years ago. Hypocrisy is the most difficult of beasts to reconcile, especially to a child’s mind. His world was black and white, and suddenly, there were shades of grey—shadows, even, cast across faces. Now, it is easier to recognize the beats between the lies. It is easier to see how the preacher uses the needle of the Word to sow his seed.

There is a rustle, a rumble, a groan.

The congregation stands.

Baekhyun rocks onto his feet with them, tardily as always, but the effort is made nonetheless. Were his father’s steel-eyed gaze not watching him where he stood, he’d perhaps have stayed sitting. But it is watching him. He is watching him, and under that gaze, Baekhyun sweats like a sinner.

Call.

Response.

Call.

Response.

It comes, and it goes. Baekhyun whispers some things. He only mouths others. Under his father’s glare, Baekhyun’s mouth moves—his tongue a parrot, even if the words are not his own. 

Again, like the quiet roll of distant thunder, the congregation moves as one—from standing, to kneeling—and sermon becomes the climax. Baekhyun thumbs the pages of the hymnal shelved on the back of the pew just in front of him. He listens to the flutter of the pages, and then even that is drowned out by the drone of the preacher’s voice.

It isn’t until communion that Baekhyun rises from his aching knees. There is no one else in the loft, and so it is natural for him to pick his way down the aisle and into the shade of the stairwell. 

The cooridoor spits him out in the vestebule—the foyer—and he lingers by the great doors leading into the nave until the last few pews rise and empty into the aisle as well, starting their slow procession towards the altar, for communion with the Father.

He does not know it yet, but here is where he meets Park Chanyeol. He’s leggy and strange, awkward with his swagger—but he’s new, and the novelty is what draws eyes. After all, Baekhyun’s own seem pinned to the stranger’s back—staring daggers without meaning to. He’s curious, and his curiosity has always been the sort that eats someone up.

Together, they progress forward.

In his wake, Park Chanyeol leaves the scent of cut-grass and motor oil. 

In his wake, Park Chanyeol casts a deep shadow. 

In his wake, Baekhyun follows.

When it finally comes that Baekhyun stands before his father, he finds his gaze slanting off to the side, where a communicant holds the wine—the Blood. He watches Chanyeol tilt the golden chalice, and traces the bob of his Adam’s apple with hungry eyes. 

The Body is placed in the middle of his tongue, and his gaze flits back to the preacher only long enough to see the ire of quiet, tampered disproval, before he drops his gaze to the floor.

He does not return to the loft, instead lingers in the vestebule for the final homily and the dismissal. He does not go seeking out his brother, nor his father, nor that stranger in the pews. He turns, and goes out into the twilight. His mother will shoulder any wrath sent his way, but only so long as she knows it is coming.

Baekhyun legs it, kicking up gravel and dirt under the gleaming, grinning maw of the moon. 

[dijetemjeseca]

Jupiter Amon i Gorgona, Kapitolij (forum), Jader, II. st., Arheološki muzej Zadar

Jupiter je vrhovno božanstvo rimskog pantheona. Lat. naziv Iuppiter, kao i u grč. proizlazi iz indoeuropskog korjena dios- dieu= dan, nebo te italskog pater= otac; dios+pater= dispater- iupiter- iuppiter. Malo je poznato o Jupiteru prije asimilacije s grčkim Zeusom- nakon čega skoro u potpunosti poprima Zeusove kompetencije i ikonografske elemente. Izvorno- zaštitnik jasnog neba; posvečene su mu Ide- prema mjesečevom kalendaru dani punog mjeseca kada je nebo najsvjetlije; kao zaštitniku neba- hramovi na vrhovima brežuljaka; zaštitnik neba- zaštitnik usjeva i žetve, zaštitik vina; zaštitnik dane riječi i prava te „međunarodnih” odnosa.

Glava Gorgone/Meduze sastavni dio vojničke ikonografije. U rimskom razdoblju sastavni dio ikonografija javne arhitekture (trijem foruma, bazilika i sl.).

[eden-regained]

More WoD OCs!

Ino Giovanni (born in 1819), former heiress to one of the house's seats in Southern Tyrol, was embraced prematurely (1830) in order to save her from tuberculosis, upon which she immediatly fled her screwed up family, settling for a more "simple" life in a former homestead below the Capuchin Catacombs.

Iupiter Rossellini (born in 1756, embraced in 1770), a rogue relative from one of the major branches of the house, has become her adoptive brother and he continuously ensures their safety from the rest of their wicked kin by hiring only the best guards, paying them in vitae (currently they're under the protection of a Dunsirn-family-branch Black Spiral Ronin)

Surprisingly, neither Ino nor her brother are actually necromancers, with Iupiter focusing purely on his brute strength while Ino has taken to studying Thaumaturgy (Path of the Father's Vengeance) from a grimoire in their guard's possession.

[nucifract]

Aug 2023

Der Spreebogen, ganz früh, an einem Sommermorgen. Noch ohne Touristen. Nur bißchen Polizei unterwegs, die Heimstätten der Macht zu beschützen. So schön Iupiter-Iovis-blitzmäßig spiegelt sich das Licht nur am ganz frühen Morgen in den Fenstern. Muß man sich schon in den Hintern treten und früh aufstehen.

Und da ich da die Kreuze sehe: Hab ich mich kürzlich zu hart über die armen Kokser geäußert? Natürlich sollte man niemandem wirklich in die Beine schießen! Das war doch Ironie, Mensch.

Und wer einen geliebten Menschen an Koks oder Speed verloren hat, sollte ihn natürlich nicht aufgeben. Hinter der nervtötenden Hülle steckt noch immer ein Mensch. Aber vielleicht kann man versuchen, den Patienten umzustellen? Auf Heroin oder so zum Beispiel? Irgendwas bodenständiges, ehrliches, erprobtes? Ne saubere Heroinabhängigkeit ist doch ne ganz andere Liga als die halbseidene, überteuerte Kokserei. Da hat man was handfestes, da erlebt man was, da kann man den Enkeln später schöne Geschichten erzählen. Vielleicht mal drüber nachdenken. Oder bei Lauterbach im Gesundheitsministerium anfragen, was die so empfehlen. Die raten bestimmt auch eher zum Pieks. Und zum nachfolgenden Booster, alle 8h. -- Muß ich jetzt "Ironie aus" schreiben? Ironie aus. Ganz todernst gesprochen: Je älter ich werde, desto sympathischer ist mir der nüchterne Mensch. Auch wenn ich überhaupt nix habe gegen einen Bayern mit 3 Bier drin oder einen Franzosen mit ner halben Flasche Rotwein im Kopf. Theoretisch müssten die moslemischen Mitbürger die sympathischsten sein.

[orioniupiter]

2100/2101

Druhý ročník byl prapodivný.

Všichni hrozně vytáhli do výšky. Orion se najednou přestal cítit nejmladším na hradě, protože jím najednou nebyl. Nábor do famfrpálového týmu dopadl ještě lépe, než doufal; dostal se jako náhradník na post odrážeče bez sebemenších pochyb. Iupiter i Perseus na něj byli docela pyšní, i když ho významně upozorňovali, aby díky famfrpálu nepřeložil studium na druhou kolej.

Neznali ho dostatečně na to, aby věděli, že něco takového rozhodně neudělá.

V Bradavicích dělal přesně to, co se od něj čekalo. Studoval, hrál famfrpál, nepravidelně jedl, četl mudlovskou klasickou literaturu a dostal se na tempo jedné knihy za měsíc až šest týdnů, což považoval za významnou výhru nad dyslexií, která ho žere snad čím dál víc.