Goddess Hemera and Better Days to Come
Summary of Contents: Hemera in Mythology | Arrival and Appearance | Usefulness of Mental Strength | The Weight of Necessities | Fuel of Wisdom
Festival Day - 27 April
Goddess Hemera in Mythology
Hemera, so poet historian Hesiod listed, is daughter of God Erebus and Goddess Night; patron deity of the incoming energy of every new day. The now-ness of morning.
In some stories Hemera and Eos are identified as the same individual, as dawn becomes daytime. However, these are two distinct goddesses.
Sometimes Hemera and Hera are linked, same applies.
Goddess Hemera mythological references
Goddesses, Gods and You
What kind of Heaven do you expect. Soft fluffy paradise of eternity, or oblivion of nothingness? Out-of-body survival expert Margo Williams discovered a surprisingly simple system of management and afterlife recycling.
There are many goddesses and gods in the community. Speaking their name aloud evidently sends a signal; creates a link to wherever they are at any given moment. If it works for you as it worked for Margo, and they respond, be respectful but be yourself. Honesty and thoughtfulness are appreciated.
Sacrifice nothing but your time. Most of them seemed approachable and appreciated being remembered.
The ancient temples that still can be found in some places, although mostly broken, are huge monumental structures; impressive sacred spaces, their scale designed to impress, to be worthy of divine visitation.
However, it is not the size and splendour of any sacred space but the sincerity of the person seeking contact.
Anywhere can be a temple.
"A busy goddess?" Nick Hammond asked out-of-body survivalist Margo Williams.
Arrival and Appearance
"Daytime is created by our home planet’s spin on its axis. It is always daytime somewhere, always night-time someplace else.
Yes, a busy goddess. Hemera seemed especially interested in our world community.
Her arrival happened like a bright clear morning. Blue like a cloudless summers’ day sky arced through the air, infinite depth to its colour.
A face formed, darker toned than Eos’; dark eyes framed by short dark hair. A generous friendly face.
"You honour me by inviting me here," she said. "This pleases me. A long, long time ago those who paid homage to me stood in the open to do so, but I enjoy having a temple. Sit in my light." She beckoned. "Breathe in its power."
I hesitated.
"Sit and you will see what happens."
What happened was a surprise. I levitated on a small circle of solid blue light, just enough room to comfortably sit.
Bordering was lighter blue then endless deep sky blue into the distance beyond. A half dozen or so gold beams of light shone through the outer circle.
Their touch on my skin felt like tiny tremors of electricity, but not unpleasant. I lay back, slightly.
"Your body is strong and feels little effect from the tests," I heard Hemera say, distantly. The golden lights faded, so too the outer circle. Blue turned misty.
I sensed movement.
The Usefulness of Mental Strength
In fact on reflection, it felt like I’d been moving for quite some time; floating away.
The blue-tinged mist turned colder. At first it didn’t matter, still felt good but a thought troubled me, and it came with increasing certainty.
"Am I alone out here?" I called.
No answer, only silence.
I sensed Hemera no longer with me. Felt completely alone. That feeling came sudden and overwhelming.
I drifted on my back, lost in space. Tried to slow and turn but couldn’t do so. A current-like force pulled me deeper into the mist. Air turned so much colder.
‘This is d..th.’ I thought.
Certain I was doomed, shocked I turned over onto stomach and clawed with every ounce of strength to move. ‘I cannot go now. Fight!’ I repeated like a mantra, fought the pulling force.
Impossible to gauge effect or progress; the cold mist swirled, obscured everything.
Until sudden and joyously surprising, I touched solid stone; grabbed fingertip hold.
Something smelled familiar, incense. Momentarily the mist parted to reveal the object I held onto was indeed the altar stone.
"Your strength of mind was tested," said Hemera. "Come."
She unhooked my fingers and pulled me away.
The Weight of Necessities
We stepped onto cold frosted broken ground. Mist shredded to reveal colours of bleached grey and white and sky blue in what seemed to be a vast patchwork.
Air cold again but this time I saw people, wrapped in coats and blankets trudging up a snow-crusted hill.
The patchwork was tents.
Thousands and thousands of tents on a hillside. Cold-looking downcast children followed cold-looking hungry adults through the snow.
An elderly woman dragged a sack, she slipped and stumbled trying to climb the steep hill. Long faded blue dress, tattered as the shawl over her shoulders. Looked like she needed a good bath.
"That bag looks too heavy for you," I said. "What have you got in it?" I gestured, thinking she wouldn’t understand.
She looked up, dark face dirty, eyes bright. "Food, fuel and a jewel," she said in accented English.
"I’ll help you." I took hold of the sack. It was too heavy to carry, so dragged it up the icy path. Surprisingly, a few steps later it felt easier to move.
Five minutes more, so much lighter I stopped and looked back to see if a split had emptied its contents. Saw no trail behind us. Opened the sack.
Empty.
The old woman didn’t look so old any more, either. Fifty years melted away as we climbed that hill. She stood upright, not hunched-over. Grey hair now rich dark.
Fuel of Wisdom
I recognised Hemera’s face. She gestured to the tent city.
"This is your world now, a sorry state. Turmoil," she said. "Mortals fight each other for religion, which is a waste of time and of life. Or they fight for power. Governments cannot agree."
A young cold and hungry family huddled past, didn't look twice at us. Hemera made them a promise anyway. "But it is changing."
She turned to me. "Things will be very different, no more turmoil. A happier and healthier planet on which to dwell."
What would it take to make that happen? I wondered. Refugee tent cities keep getting bigger.
Hemera gestured to the empty sack. "The contents I give to you as my gifts," she turned back to me. "The food is not food you eat, it is absorbing knowledge. The fuel is not fuel you burn in your hearth, it is the fuel of wisdom. And the jewel?"
She gestured. "What more can I give you? That you have my loving care and blessing. I am a goddess of great power, yet few mortals know of me."
Hemera paused thoughtful on that neglect then smiled. "It pleases me that you realise how privileged you are, that the goddesses and gods visit. May you walk in the light, never in the dark."
The people in that frozen refugee camp needed loving care too.
I didn’t know to which God they prayed, if any. There was precious little fuel on that winter-ravaged hillside; everything that could be burned was gone. Goddess Hemera, guardian of the day was aware of their needs, and promised a better future.
Thank you for your company on this introduction to the goddess Hemera. If you would like to know more about Margo Williams' experiences and suggestions for how to survive in the hereafter, read this book. Now available from Amazon.
