Snake Goddess Tile, via Ebay This originates from Crete. The Minoan Religion used to worship her. The label on the back States - No 43 Snake Goddess, 1450 BC Iraklion Crete. The museum is reviewed on Google - The plaque has a hanger and looks to be made from a ceramic tile, Possible interior design piece. My new - er, old - Demeter/Ceres ring overshadowed this recent purchase. When I was a young thing on the verge of menstruating for the first time I experienced a waking dream that involved a disembodied voice whispering the name “Ariadne” into my ear. Despite being inexperienced in the art of passion I recognized the sexually charged lover’s lament, and I knew I was being called my Name because He was directly addressing me. For obvious reasons I never forgot the encounter, and I sort’ve understood (even way back then) that if I went off to do my own fucking thing that Ariadne’s snake goddess would still have some importance in my beliefs and practices. And finally - at the age of thirty-fucking-one with a tiny spray of infuriating grey - I have my first depiction of Her. And it was made in motherfucking Crete.

Snake Goddess Tile, via Ebay

This originates from Crete. The Minoan Religion used to worship her. The label on the back States - No 43 Snake Goddess, 1450 BC Iraklion Crete. The museum is reviewed on Google - The plaque has a hanger and looks to be made from a ceramic tile, Possible interior design piece.

My new - er, old - Demeter/Ceres ring overshadowed this recent purchase.

When I was a young thing on the verge of menstruating for the first time I experienced a waking dream that involved a disembodied voice whispering the name “Ariadne” into my ear. Despite being inexperienced in the art of passion I recognized the sexually charged lover’s lament, and I knew I was being called my Name because He was directly addressing me.

For obvious reasons I never forgot the encounter, and I sort’ve understood (even way back then) that if I went off to do my own fucking thing that Ariadne’s snake goddess would still have some importance in my beliefs and practices. And finally - at the age of thirty-fucking-one with a tiny spray of infuriating grey - I have my first depiction of Her. And it was made in motherfucking Crete.

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