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God Eros. Love Lessons for a Healthy Life

Is Love all you need? Is it all around? God of Love Eros offers some advice to the loveless. Get some.
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Summary of Contents: Eros in Mythology | Everybody Has a Ghost Body | Eros' Arrival and Appearance | What Real Love Looks Like | How to Spot Love on Planet Earth | Piccadilly Circus, London | Eros' Key Lesson

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God Eros in Mythology

God Eros is listed by Hesiod in Theogony as brother of Erebus, the first or second son of Chaos; described by Hesiod as “the fairest among the deathless gods”. His power “unnerves the limbs and overcomes the mind and wise counsels of all gods and all men within them.”

However, storytellers during the Roman Empire related tales of him as “Cupid”, son of Venus; a cherub-like mischievous divinity armed with a bow and love-magic arrows.

Classification note: Eros is not strictly an Olympian god, according to Hesiod's list of Goddesses and Gods. Since that classification cannot be independently confirmed, this site regards all Gods as Olympians.

Mythological references to Eros

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.

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"How does this all happen?" Nick Hammond asked out-of-body survivalist Margo Williams.

Everybody Has a Ghost Body

I can explain how this happens.

It happens easily, though not often, at first; and I can’t make separation happen when I want it to; it just does, and has since childhood.

It happens without warning too. “Separation” means leaving my body. A weird experience which starts with the walls and ceilings closing in on me, so it seems; then next moment I am floating upward and away from my body.

I cannot be in both bodies simultaneously; the body “shell” left behind is dormant as if asleep. I have no awareness of it or being in it.

Everyone does this. Everyone has a ghost body that separates. What it is made of, I do not know but it seems no different. It feels cold and heat and pain just the same but in some ways it is stronger; this I only discovered through experience.

Most people only separate from their body at the end of life. I am fortunate, or unfortunate, to do it more often. It is a gift, so I was told.

Eros' Arrival and Appearance

Eros' arrival started small and bright. A glowing orb of pink mauve light formed in the air, shimmered and sparkled, it circled.

"This is unusual," the orb spoke. "It is a long time since anyone honoured me, mortals speak of me most often jokingly."

Orb exploded like a firework into a constellation of electric blue stars, formed the shape of a slender figure. "You have a gift of hearing, and seeing. Use it wisely. Come. I will show you what real love looks like."

Electric blue stars rippled into a hand that closed around mine.

He pulled me into an inky dark gloom of nothing; no light, no sound. Darkness so complete I thought I was blind and deaf. Raised hands to face, faint movement visible only inches from my eyes.


A tiny spark, distant. Instantly it vanished.

A second spark, then inky dark again.

Two appeared. Three, then a cluster pulsed in quick sequence. Next moment, lights glowed everywhere twinkling gold and silver. Moving, swirling, intermingling, upward and downward; side to side; round and round.

Sometimes binding together into ribbon patterns.

Their light generated energy waves of feeling, radiating, sweeping over me, causing a state of mind so dreamily blissful I couldn’t help but smile with pleasure.

"What is it?" I asked.

I felt loved. Completely and utterly loved. People speak about the 'Love of God'. At that moment truly I understood what it meant.

Pure love flooded through the darkness.

Love Light Shining

"This is what you may call the aura, or the ethereal light of true love," replied Eros. Then it was gone.

I felt the loss of removal from that infinite state of love bliss for quite some time. Even as he gently pulled me away.

We arrived into daylight, stepped onto a narrow bridge over a wide river, busy with people. Cityscapes of towering glass skyscrapers rose on either side of the river. The dome of St. Paul’s Cathedral, in my home city of London instantly recognisable.

Crowds of people passed us by, the air curiously speckled with tiny bubbles of light. "What are those?" I asked Eros.

"What you see are thought forms," he replied.

No one looked at him though he should have stopped traffic. A handsome dark eyed god, dark curly hair. Twenty-something; dressed in a white robe.

How to Spot Love on Planet Earth

The people flowed around him like they sensed his presence and swayed away like dancers on a busy floor. Amused, he pointed at people’s heads.

Bubbles streamed from each person, some quicker than others; some hung above man or woman ponderous and slow. Others were mercurial and instantaneous; pink bubbles, blue bubbles; brown bubbles, all of bauble-size. Some grey, and some nearly black though not many of those.

Several silver bubbles of light passed together; then two gold, barely noticeable in the flow. Eros pointed them out.

Some changed colour as I watched, fascinated. Black people, white people, brown people, smart people, young people, old people. All of them causing streams of light bubbles of different colour and shade.

"Those who are thinking of love are pink," he explained. "Worried thoughts are brown, bad thoughts are grey. The black ones are wicked thoughts." He pointed to them as people passed. "Blue is spiritual."

Blue seemed as rare as it was beautiful.

"As thoughts change so do the colours. Green, of course are thoughts of nature; even just tending a tiny garden. Come." Eros took my hand.

Eros in Piccadilly Circus

He didn’t pick his way through the oncoming people, they moved around us as if that was the way they intended. We walked slowly but moved fast through the flow across the bridge and into the city.

Traffic blurred, we passed the clock tower of Big Ben and Houses of Parliament; past the Cenotaph memorial. In a blurred blink arrived next in Piccadilly Circus. Noisy with traffic, busy with people on pavement; some sat eating burgers and hot dogs watching advertising hoardings.

Pigeons swaggered after the crumbs that littered the steps around the statue of Eros. On top of the plinth perched the precariously balanced winged figure armed with a bow. People seemed oblivious to it.

Eros stopped beside a hand-in-hand couple who climbed the steps to cuddle by the statue. I was surprised so few pink bubbles floated in the sea of mostly grey indifference in Piccadilly Circus.

"Throughout the ages mortals have known my name. I am known as the God of Love," Eros said. "Love is the most important of all emotions. It is so important. Without it mortals survive but do not thrive. All mortals should love."

The couple disengaged from their embrace; one pressed palms together in a gesture of mock supplication to the statue. The other giggled pink bubbles; both unaware of how close Eros was.

"To be prayed to pleases all gods and goddesses," he said, patiently. "It is up to each whether they choose to answer. I am a gentle God, but I do need more than requests."

Another Way to Spot Love on Planet Earth

Eros didn’t have wings or a bow. I saw neither at any time ever when in his company. He didn’t need wings. And didn't confirm his brother wanted the statue. Didn't mention any relationships, only what makes them work best.

We travelled fast, the Circus’ lights blurred and vanished; city concrete and glass turned into greenery of leaf and grass; yellow dandelion and blue periwinkle of suburban riverbank.

We slowed along the footpath beside the river; passed a couple sat on a bench under a tree, arms around each other.

On another seat a man and woman picnicked with children, a toddler, a boy and girl played together; the man stroked the woman’s arm. Two pigeons in a tree cooed to each other.

"Different forms of love," said Eros.

We crossed a bridge, entered a street of residential terraced houses. One small front garden provided a tiny oasis of grass and flowers and a fruit-bearing tree.

Its fruit clusters looked small, mostly turned to brown; some rotted on the branch or squashed into the neighbouring block paved parking space.

Eros' Most Important Lesson in Love

Eros touched the tree, instantly it shivered and turned golden to his fingertips.

"A soul without love becomes bitter like an unripe plum and in time withers. A soul with love," he paused. "Blossoms and gives forth the radiant light, never withering away."

Eros concluded his lesson in love. "Unfortunately many souls neither give nor receive love. Which is the fault of no one but themselves."

The fruit tree remained golden for a few moments after his touch then faded as ghost-like he disappeared through the wall of the house, pulling me inside.

The absent homeowner’s front room featured a big three-piece suite of sofa and chairs upholstered in pink satin, with white heart-shaped cushions.

A heart-shaped coffee table and a pair of draped chintz pink curtains at the bay window completed the confection, tied open with pink bows. A large heart-shaped pink mirror on one wall; pictures of lovers in heart-shaped frames on another.

A pot-bellied golden cherub with wings and a bow featured over the fire-place with the word 'Eros'.

"There is no need for this," he gestured.

Thank you for your company on this introduction to god Eros. If you would like to know more about Margo Williams' experiences and suggestions for how to survive the hereafter, read this book. Now available from Amazon.

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