About the Gorgon.

And don't forget, that hot night when Poseidon came trying to possess the beauty of the priestess beauty at all costs.

And she resisted seeking at all costs to honor her vows of purity and chastity, and he did not care.

Then Poseidon, believing himself entitled to do so, began the persecution of the priestess caste in that temple of her own niece, the wisest Athena of Olympus.

She ran and hid terrified, but Poseidon pursued her inexhaustibly, found her, undressed her, abused her, bite her, and kissed her on her lips.

Once his whim was over, Poseidon left for the waters where her nymphs awaited him, and then Athena arrived, who found the priestess lying on the ground, naked and tired.

Athena ignored all her excuses and mercilessly cursed Meduza, she threw her out of the temple that was her only home and the only thing she knew.

From pain and sadness, her teeth became sharp fangs, her hair fell and in their place grew dancing serpents that bite day and night her skin and tore her soul, from her feet grew long hoofs and from her hand's disgusting claws, her eyes turned red as blood because of the constant and painful crying, and the panic she caused in the men who saw her approach was such that they were petrified in her presence.

And without the strength to want to continue living, she crawled to the shores of the sea, where she found other two gorgons like her who would now be her sisters.

And they three would be feared by men because they could not rest to the murmur of the nightly wailing of the Gorgons.

It was then a demigod sent to assassinate the gorgon, who fleeing from the fury of men would have taken refuge in the darkest caves in the deepest mountains of a distant island.

And once again ignoring her desires for solitude, it would now be Perseus who would initiate the search, he reached where the gorgon was hiding, fleeing from gods and treacherous men and goddesses.

And he cut off her head to carry it on a shield and use it as a trophy.

And for the next thousands of years we keep repeating the cycle of turning the victim of abuse into the villain, we throw them away and isolate them from the world, and then for remaining too isolated we go against them to end their world, because this "villain", this "monster" that we ourselves create, represents everything that we hate, and many times, everything that we are.

And for the next several thousand years, Perseus was worshiped as a hero, carrying the head of a victim whose only mistake was not being able to hide from the ocean god in a place that she considered sacred.




The tragedy and the monster.

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