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I love Supernatural. For eight seasons now, I have followed the exploits of Sam and Dean Winchester as they battle demons, vampires, sirens, werewolves, shape shifters, leviathan, etc., get killed and resurrected, fight angels, make deals with devils, fall in love, and piss off Gods. A lot. I can not stress how much I love this show, so when the promo came about that Sam and Dean would dealing with some of the Hellenic Gods next, I was ecstatic.


Supernatural has a certain track record with the Gods, and there are many who were mentioned, or have made appearances: The Vanir, Trickster, Loki, Anansi, Tiamat, Leshii (spirit, famously portrayed by Paris Hilton), Kali, Ganesh, Odin, Baldur, Mercurius, Zao Shen, Baron Samedi, Veritas (Roman), The Fates, Osiris, Harmonia, Kronos, Ploutus, Vili, Cacao, Eve, as well as the Christian God (sort of), make the list. Most are absolute assholes, some are killers, and many end up dead. That's the joy of Gods in Supernatural.

From this point on, we go into spoiler territory, so if you haven't seen the episode while you were planning to do so, turn away now. In this episode, we are introduced to Prometheus, the Titan who stole fire from Zeus for mankind, and who was punished by being tied to a rock on Mount Olympos and having his liver eaten out by an eagle by day, only to have it grow back overnight. In the Supernatural verse, Prometheus dies at least once a day, and the liver thing is optional, at least after he escaped from Olympos. In the Supernatural verse, Zeus never forgave Prometheus, nor sent Hermes to undo his ties.

The episode centers on Prometheus, who has forgotten his former life, and simply ends up dead every day, usually in a horrible manner. He's gotten used to it somewhat, but when Hayley--his one-time fling after dropping off of the mountain--shows up with his child who has the same affliction, Prometheus turns to Sam and Dean, who have previously recovered his body from the morgue. It seems Artemis has been looking for him after she released him from the mountain; a few centuries of watching him suffer seems to have softened her heart towards him, and she's pissed that he hasn't come to her to rekindle their love affair. Clearly, she is unaware of his memory loss. What follows is a summoning of Zeus, his (and Prometheus') subsequent death by way of Artemis-arrow, a healed kid and a grief-struck Artemis and Hayley.

Like I said, I love Supernatural, and I have no trouble divorcing the Theoi from Their representation on the show. I still did not like the episode, however, because it felt like a filler episode. I do like seeing the jadedness in Sam and Dean, and the cockiness that going in half cocked--even against a God like Zeus--will somehow magically end up alright, simply because they are Sam and Dean Winchester. Obviously, one day soon, this attitude is going to get them into trouble. I wonder if this story line is going to come back in some way, because usually Supernatural episodes with Gods are in there to set up a major shift in power. Massacring Hellenic mythology as badly as the writers did here without pay-off (or major pain) along the way isn't really Supernatural's style. We'll see what happens, as for the episode itself--if you were looking for Hellenic mythology as told in an authentic and respectful way, look elsewhere. This episode most certainly did not deliver. Still, for fans of the show, this episode wasn't too bad. We'll see what happens down the road.
[This post contains spoilers for Disney Pixar's new movie 'Brave'. Although they are kept down to a minimum, readers who have not seen the movie and want to remain unspoilered, might do well to come back for a new post tomorrow and skip this one.]
Yesterday, I went to see 'Brave' for the first time. I had been looking forward to it greatly and it did not disappoint. Were there points that could be improved? Yes, certainly, but that was more a question of time, than a failure of writing. If the movie had been half an hour longer, any minor points, like a few one-dimensional characters and some flow issues, could have been fixed easily.

Although there were some lows, the highs far outweighed them. Mirida, Brave's hero princess, is likeable and voiced marvelously. The voice work is really good across the board, but what did you expect with actors like Kelly Macdonald, Billy Connolly, Emma Thompson, Julie Walters, Robbie Coltrane, Kevin McKidd, Craig Ferguson and many others attached to the project?

For those (very, very few) unfamiliar with Brave; Brave is set in ancient Scotland where four family clans rule over the land. Merida's father Fergus (Billy Connolly) has been chosen to rule as king. Now Merida is coming of age, it's time she gets married... and that is where the trouble starts. Because Merida (Kelly Macdonald), much to her mother Elinor's (an absolutely incredible Emma Thompson) horror, not only does not want to get married but wants to go out into the forrest, improve her already impeccable archery skills, and be the wonderful tomboy that she is.

When Merida makes a show of kicking her suitors' asses, all hell breaks lose in the kingdom, Merida runs away and proceeds to make some incredibly stupid choices to get her mother to give up on this whole marriage thing. The rest of the movie focusses on Merida and her mother as they try to undo the mistakes made by both of them.

The movie focusses heavily on the relationship between mother and daughter, on the mistakes we make when we are young and how we must live with these mistakes. There's nothing overtly Pagan about the movie but the celtic themes made my Pagan heart beat just a little faster. This was aided by the truly magnificent animation. Everything looks fantastic. From the characters to the environment, to Merida's bright read hair which was--as a good friend told me--animated nearly strand by strand. As far as animation goes, Pixar has truly outdone themselves with Brave. It not only looks pretty, it looks real. Merida's smile, her hair, Elinor's errr... body... throughout the second part of the movie, the Will-'o-Wisps... all were mesmerizing.

I did not want to write a review when I started writing this today. I honestly don't know what I wanted to share with you. Brave struck a cord with me. I knew it, about 15 minutes in, when the first song started as Merida rode out of the castle during her day off from her princess duties and I was crying in the movie theater, the feeling of freedom soaring through my chest. I know that without seeing the movie, the song will probably not convey this feeling well, but listen to it anyway.



We all strive to be free. While we want stability, community, family, tasks to perform so we can feel good about ourselves, above all, we want to be ourselves. I dare say that the need to be ourselves is a Pagan binding factor. I don't know a single Pagan who did not (partially) come to Paganism to find themselves. Myself included. Way back when, it was Celtic music that brought me to Paganism. The kick-back to days of old, to a land filled with wonder and promises, to a more honest way of living, were like a band-aid to my weary mind and soul.

I don't have a good relationship to my mother. We went through hell together and, unlike Merida, we never got our moment to make it right. I think we both tried, in our own, limited, way, to undo some of the damage done but the chasm that has grown between us won't be bridged easily or soon. There is too much pain, too much resentment and too much healing to be done first. Again, on both sides. 

Watching Brave spoke to both my need to be myself and the hurt I still feel over my frail relationship with my mother. Before watching Brave, I read that you should see Brave with your mother but that won't do the trick for me. There is no quick fix. But it made me wish there was, which will make me try harder next time I see my mom. As for being myself and being free... I made and still make my own choices. I move on, grow, find my path, and above all; 'I will take hold of my own dreams, be as strong as the seas are stormy, and proud as an eagle’s scream. I will ride, I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky'.