The City of Masks, the Ruling City-State, The Serene Republic - Venice.
The Venetian Lagoon, which is the main entrance into the major islands of Venice (there are lots and lots of little islands there) is a very misty, even foggy place all the way from late Autumn right through Winter during which it can snow pretty heavily.
This is just the superficial 'Venice.' |
History is vague and foggy about who started it and how the State of Venice was started.
The standard local Venetian story is a myth of their own creation, even though it contains parts of the truth: one of the princes and chief advisors to the king of Troy (Priam), by name Antenor, left Troy when it fell and took many of his people with him and settled in the Venetian islands and founded the City-State jointly together with the local 'Veneti.'
Now there is one problem with that, and that is the unsuspecting aspect about the local Veneti.
Nobody can really say, in terms of what all academic historians, even modern ones, are able to agree upon, about who really were the Veneti.
The point of what I am about to say, is that it is not necessary to exaggerate or romanticize the actual outward City-State of Venice; the Republic of Venice was no better and no worse than any other place, and in fact, the so-called 'Council of Ten' got quite out of hand as far as wielding actual power over the citizens and nobles of Venice towards the end of the Republic, when Napoleon invaded there and took it over completely.
The Veneti. |
The secret of Venice is to do with these mythical, or at least legendary people - the Veneti.
These are the Adriatic Veneti we are talking about here, and not the Gallic Veneti, and the latter's real name in any case is Beneti, except linguistically there are connections between Veneti and Beneti - which we will endeavor to explain something about shortly.
'Beneti' means the friendly people.
'Veneti' also sort of means friendly people, but with a much harder spin - these are people that somehow can make you passionate, and lusty, and have a strong desire for something or someone, or some people! And that is because they are literally the children of Venus.
It is impossible in our times to say with any 'credibility' that the children of Venus are in fact the Arctic Elves themselves, and that they originally lived in a place not accessible by humans, and where there were actual giants whose descendants later on became the Vikings.
Yet this is so; this is the case.
The king of the Hyperborean Elves - Nausithous - led his people away from the progenitors of the Vikings, because of their lawless behavior, and established his kingdom in Corfu, but in secret, covering where they all actually lived inside of magical mists.
The true way to say 'Veneti' is like how you would say 'Wendy.' So these people are the Wendies.
Carriages in Winter.... |
And some of you right here are about to become Wendies, because the Veneti are a magical race and people can be taken into their number from out of the human race but they will be altered.
The 1985 movie 'Santa Claus - The Movie' contains some intriguing elements for me because I am not sure where the writers got their information from but it is authentic: in the movie, the Elf character played by Dudley Moore claims that the Arctic Elves are actually known as the Vendicum...
And that is close enough to the reality of the matter.
And, in the movie, two children are allowed to stay in the North Pole where they will eventually become Elves themselves.
...Behind the surface of the Venetian culture - which in any case was riddled with plenty of intrigue, although mostly of an entirely Earthly and material nature, be it political or economic, was the presence of the Veneti. And that is why the practice of wearing masks so much of the time became firmly established. The Veneti did not wish to be seen for who and what they actually were by most people - not unless they wished themselves to be seen. So they were always wearing masks when they went into the public or attended some gathering.
New music coming out this week. Is called 'Is It True.' LOL. Oh yeah. Could it be? Is it really true? |
When Napoleon took over the Serene Republic, and by which time already the dominating layers of society there had lost their ability to control their wealth with equanimity, just like when the Goddess Astraea - who Hesiod said was the last of the gods to dwell always among men in the Golden Age - found that when human behavior had at last become too disgusting for her, she left more or less permanently for her home planet - the Veneti also left Venice for the same reasons and went into hiding in other places around the world; and they did not return to Hyperia, as that in fact was no longer fully intact ever since the Great War between the Gods and the Titans (or that is, most of the Titans though not all of them).
Anyone who thinks I am kidding around here is in for a very big surprise.
Played this track below before. Never will lose its power though.
Speaking about masks? I happened to wrote a poem called "Jaguar's mask" (based on a dream):
ReplyDeleteA sound of thousands clapping hands
A buzzing of bees, but so intense
My dog didn't hear it, it was in my brain
It rushed in my ears, it pulsed in my veins
We were in a forest, in a far away land
Who followed my path, would understand
I did have a reason to be in that place
Whatever was coming, I had to embrace
I saw in a distance, I saw from afar
An animal running, a jaguar!
He moved as a lightning, as a sunlight flash
And bounced my dog in a boulder dash
Without delay, without pause
A boy he became and came very close
In his right hand he was holding a mask
Very strange, very grotesque…
Just black rectangle, two holes for the eyes
Big hole for the mouth - a magic device!
I put it on, the world has changed
I was sitting now on a wooden bench
Strange people were sitting from across the table
The whole place looked like an old Amish stable
Strange language they spoke, it sounded Flemish
It may have been Dutch, or probably Danish.
I looked through the window onto a pier
Where my wife was standing in a cloth threadbare
Her hair was covered with Brussels lace
A jaguar fur has grown on her face...
I woke up frazzled, my ears were sore
A boy jaguar and the days of yore ?!
My weird dream I try to ignore
And what is that black thing on a floor?
Appreciate your work here. I love this bit too: 'Strange people were sitting from across the table, The whole place looked like an old Amish stable...'
DeleteThank you. I am a latecomer to your blog and slowly reading it through backwards. I wonder, if it is worth to leave comments to the older entries. Does anyone care anymore when it is long past the expiration date? But sometimes the topic oh so appropriate to tag with one of my poems :) I just left one for Cinco de Mayo 2022 post.
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