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DEMETER AND PERSEPHONE
Charlene Spretnak, M.A.
Copyright © 1978, 1981, 1992 by Charlene Spretnak
Reprinted by permission of Beacon Press, Boston
F or thousands of years before the classical
was caught by the logo of an oil corporation
and she cried, ‘Look, Mama, a horse with
wings!’ She became very excited about the
idea of a flying horse. I said, ‘Yes, his name
is Pegasus and he’s part of a myth. Myths
are very, very old stories. Maybe we can
find a book of myths in the library and I’ll
read them to you.’ Then I drove on farther
and thought aloud, ‘...but the oldest ones
have been changed.’ A trip to the public
library confirmed what I suspected from my
readings in archaeology and anthropology:
There were no collections of myths other
than engaging editions of Hesiod’s and
Homer’s revisionist works. I went home
and took my high school edition of Edith
Hamilton’s Mythology from the shelf. I leafed
through it and read that ‘Zeus had punished
men by giving them women’; that Pandora
was ‘that dangerous thing, a woman’; and
that from Pandora ‘comes the race of women,
who are evil to men, with a nature to do evil.’
In the interest of mental health and a positive
self-concept, this did not seem the best way
to introduce an impressionable, four-year-
old girl to the riches of mythology. (Later,
while researching the pre-Olympian myths, I
discovered that my daughter’s name, Lissa, is
derived from the Greek Melissa, a title for the
priestesses of Demeter.)”
Demeter is the Grain-Mother, the giver
of crops. Her origins are Cretan, and she
has been strongly connected to Gaia 1 and
myths were recorded by Hesiod and
Homer, the Goddess was the focus of
religion and culture. Here, Charlene Spretnak
re-creates the original, goddess-centered myths
and illuminates the contemporary emergence
of a spirituality based on our embeddedness in
nature. The author begins by explaining the
genesis of this project.
“The seeds for this book were planted in
the early seventies when I began reading of
certain archaeological and anthropological
discoveries. In the summer of 1975, I
attended a weekend gathering on Women
and Mythology conducted by Hallie Iglehart.
She showed slides of ancient Goddess statues
and artifacts from the Mediterranean area
and the Near East, and she talked about
the numerous clues that indicate an earlier
stratum of matrifocal mythology and culture
preceded the patriarchal order we call ‘ancient
civilization.’ I knew of the evidence from my
reading, but Hallie’s slides and art books
brought the subject to life. The images stayed
with me. The rest of the weekend was spent
on explorations into our personal mythology,
on recognizing recurring symbols and events,
and on seeing in our lives the ancient mythic
themes of transformation and rebirth.
“The impetus for the book came some
three months later when I was riding in our
car with my daughter, Lissa Merkel. Her eye
Charlene Spretnak, a co-founder of the Green Party movement in the United States, is a professor
of philosophy and religion at the California Institute of Integral Studies (CIIS)—a graduate
institute in San Francisco. In 006 she was named by the U.K.’s Environment Agency as one of
the “00 Eco-Heroes of All Time.”
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to Isis. 2 Demeter’s daughter, Persephone, or
Kore, is the Grain-Maiden, who embodies
the new crop. Every autumn the women
of early Greece observed a three-day,
agricultural fertility ritual, the Thesmophoria ,
in honor of Demeter. The three days were
called the Kathodos and Anodos (Down-going
and Uprising), the Nesteia (Fasting), and
the Kalligeneia (Fair-Born or Fair Birth). 3
The Thesmophoria , the Arrephoria , the
Skirophoria , the Stenia , and the Haloa were
rites practiced by women only and were of
extremely early origin. They were preserved
“in pristine purity down to the late days
and were left almost uncontaminated by
Olympian usage”; they emerged later in the
most widely influential of all Greek rituals,
the Eleusinian Mysteries. 4 Isocrates wrote
that Demeter brought to Attica “twofold
gifts”: “crops” and the “Rite of Initiation”;
“those who partake of the rite have fairer
hopes concerning the end of life.” 5
The Homeric Hymn to Demeter,
assigned to the seventh century B.C., is
a story written to explain the Eleusinian
Mysteries, which honored Demeter. 6
The tale became famous as “The Rape of
Persephone,” who was carried off to the
underworld and forced to become the bride
of Hades. However, prior to the Olympian
version of the myth at a rather late date, there
was no mention of rape in the ancient cult
of Demeter and her daughter, nor was there
any rape in the two traditions antecedent to
Demeter’s mythology.
Archaeology has supported 7 what
Diodorus wrote concerning the flow of
Egyptian culture into Greece via Crete: “the
whole mythology of Hades” was brought
from Egypt into Greece and the mysteries
of Isis are just like those of Demeter, “the
names only being changed.” 8 Isis was Queen
of the Underworld, sister of Osiris, and
passed freely to and from the netherworld.
Demeter’s other antecedent was Gaia, 9
the ancient Earth-Mother who had power
Alessandro and Francesco Sanguinetti, Ceres (Demeter) with
Torch and Corn Spike , 1848-1859, Neues Palais, Potsdam,
Germany. Photo © 2008 by Suse.
over the underworld because the earth is
the abode of the dead. 10 At certain sites
in Greece, Demeter was worshipped as
“Demeter Chthonia,” 11 and in Athens the
dead were called Demetreioi , “Demeter’s
People”; not only did she bring all things to
life, but when they died, she received them
back into her bosom. 12 That the maiden
form (Kore) of the Goddess would share the
functions of the mature form (Demeter), as
giver of crops on the earth and ruler of the
underworld, is a natural extension. The early
Greeks often conceived of their Goddesses
in maiden and mature form simultaneously;
later the maiden was called “daughter.” 13
In addition to the connections with
Isis and Gaia, another theory holds that
Persephone (also called Phesephatta ) was
a very old Goddess of the underworld
indigenous to Attica, who was assimilated
by the first wave of invaders from the north;
the myth of the abduction is believed to be
an artificial link that merged Persephone
with Demeter’s daughter, Kore. 14 Whatever
the impulse behind portraying Persephone
as a rape victim, evidence indicates that this
twist to the story was added after the societal
shift from matrifocal to patriarchal, and that
it was not part of the original mythology. In
fact, it is likely that the story of the rape of
the Goddess is a historical reference to the
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invasion of the northern Zeus-worshippers,
just as is the story of the stormy marriage of
Hera, the native queen who will not yield to
the conqueror Zeus.
Although the exact delineation of
the pre-Olympian version of the myth of
Demeter and Persephone has been lost, the
following version seeks to approximate the
original by employing the surviving clues and
evidence. This extremely ancient and widely
revered sacred story of mother and daughter
long predates the Judeo-Christian deification
of father and son.
favorite shade of tender green. She loved to
walk among the young plants, beckoning
them upward and stroking the weaker shoots.
Later, when the plants approached
maturity, Persephone would leave their care
to Her Mother and wander over the hills,
gathering narcissus, hyacinth, and garlands of
myrtle for Demeter’s hair. Persephone Herself
favored the bold red poppies that sprang up
among the wheat. It was not unusual to see
Demeter and Persephone decked with flowers
dancing together through open fields and
gently sloping valleys. When Demeter felt
especially fine, tiny shoots of barley or oats
would spring up in the footprints She left.
One day They were sitting on the slope
of a high hill looking out in many directions
over Demeter’s fields of grain. Persephone lay
on Her back while Her Mother stroked Her
long hair idly.
“Mother, sometimes in my wanderings
I have met the spirits of the dead hovering
around their earthly homes and sometimes the
mortals, too, can see them in the dark of the
moon by the light of their fires and torches.”
“There are those spirits who drift about
restlessly, but they mean no harm.”
“I spoke to them, Mother. They seem
confused and many do not even understand
their own state. Is there no one in the
netherworld who receives the newly dead?”
The Myth of Demeter and Persephone
There once was no winter. Leaves and
vines, flowers and grass grew into fullness
and faded into decay, then began again in
unceasing rhythms. Men joined with other
men of their mother’s clan and foraged in
the evergreen woods for game. Women with
their children or grandchildren toddling
behind explored the thick growth of plants
encircling their homes.
They learned eventually which bore
fruits that sated hunger, which bore leaves
and roots that chased illness and pain, and
which worked magic on the eye, mouth, and
head.
The Goddess Demeter watched fondly
as the mortals learned more and more about
Her plants. Seeing that their lives were
difficult and their food supply sporadic, She
was moved to give them the gift of wheat. She
showed them how to plant the seed, cultivate,
and finally harvest the wheat and grind it.
Always the mortals entrusted the essential
process of planting food to the women, in
the hope that their fecundity of womb might
be transferred to the fields they touched.
Demeter had a fair-born Daughter,
Persephone, who watched over the crops
with Her Mother. Persephone was drawn
especially to the new sprouts of wheat that
pushed their way through the soil in Her
Karoly Brocky, Ceres and Triptolemos , ca. 1853.
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stopped, surrounded by Demeter’s grain, and
shared weary smiles.
“Very well. You are loving and giving
and We cannot give only to Ourselves. I
understand why You must go. Still, You are
My Daughter and for every day that You
remain in the underworld, I will mourn Your
absence.”
Persephone gathered three poppies and
three sheaves of wheat. Then Demeter led
Her to a long, deep chasm and produced
a torch for Her to carry. She stood and
watched Her Daughter go down farther and
farther into the cleft in the earth.
In the crook of Her arm Persephone
held Her Mother’s grain close to Her breast,
while Her other arm held the torch aloft. She
was startled by the chill as She descended,
but She was not afraid. Deeper and deeper
into the darkness She continued, picking
Her way slowly along the rocky path. For
many hours She was surrounded only by
silence. Gradually She became aware of a low
moaning sound. It grew in intensity until She
rounded a corner and entered an enormous
cavern, where thousands of spirits of the dead
milled about aimlessly, hugging themselves,
shaking their heads, and moaning in despair.
Persephone moved through the forms to
a large, flat rock and ascended. She produced
a stand for Her torch, a vase for Demeter’s
grain, and a large shallow bowl piled with
pomegranate seeds, the food of the dead. As
She stood before them, Her aura increased in
brightness and in warmth.
“I am Persephone and I have come to
be your Queen. Each of you has left your
earthly body and now resides in the realm of
the dead. If you come to Me, I will initiate
you into your new world.”
She beckoned those nearest to step
up onto the rock and enter Her aura. As
each spirit crossed before Her, Persephone
embraced the form and then stepped back
and gazed into the eyes. She reached for a
Benno Elkan, Persephone . Grave statue, Ostfriedhof Cemetery,
Munich, nineteenth century. Photo by Mathias Bigge.
Demeter sighed and answered softly, “It
is I who has domain over the underworld.
From beneath the surface of the earth I draw
forth the crops and the wild plants. And in
pits beneath the surface of the earth I have
instructed the mortals to store My seed from
harvest until sowing, in order that contact
with the spirits of My underworld will
fertilize the seed. Yes, I know very well the
realm of the dead, but My most important
work is here. I must feed the living.”
Persephone rolled over and thought
about the ghostly spirits She had seen,
about their faces drawn with pain and
bewilderment.
“The dead need us, Mother. I will go to
them.”
Demeter abruptly sat upright as a
chill passed through Her and rustled the
grass around Them. She was speechless
for a moment, but then hurriedly began
recounting all the pleasures they enjoyed
in Their world of sunshine, warmth, and
fragrant flowers. She told Her Daughter
of the dark gloom of the underworld and
begged Her to reconsider.
Persephone sat up and hugged Her
Mother and rocked Her with silent tears. For
a long while They held each other, radiating
rainbow auras of love and protection. Yet
Persephone’s response was unchanged.
They stood and walked in silence down
the slope toward the fields. Finally They
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few of the pomegranate seeds, squeezing
them between Her fingers. She painted the
forehead with a broad swatch of the red juice
and slowly pronounced:
“You have waxed into the fullness of
life and waned into darkness; may you be
renewed in tranquility and wisdom.”
For months Persephone received and
renewed the dead without ever resting or even
growing weary. All the while Her Mother
remained disconsolate. Demeter roamed the
earth hoping to find Her Daughter emerging
from one of the secret clefts. In Her sorrow
She withdrew Her power from the crops, the
trees, the plants. She forbade any new growth
to blanket the earth. The mortals planted
their seed, but the fields remained barren.
Demeter was consumed with loneliness and
finally settled on a bare hillside to gaze out
at nothing from sunken eyes. For days and
nights, weeks and months She sat waiting.
One morning a ring of purple crocus
quietly pushed its way through the soil
and surrounded Demeter. She looked with
surprise at the new arrivals from below and
thought what a shame it was that She was
too weakened to feel rage at Her injunction
being broken. Then she leaned forward and
heard them whisper in the warm breeze,
“Persephone returns! Persephone returns!”
Demeter leapt to Her feet and ran down
the hill through the fields into the forests.
She waved Her arms and cried, “Persephone
returns!” Everywhere Her energy was stirring,
pushing, bursting forth into tender greenery
and pale young petals. Animals shed old fur
and rolled in the fresh, clean grass while birds
sang out, “Persephone returns! Persephone
returns!”
When Persephone ascended from a dark
chasm, there was Demeter with a cape of
white crocus for Her Daughter. They ran
to each other and hugged and cried and
laughed and hugged and danced and danced
and danced. The mortals saw everywhere the
miracles of Demeter’s bliss and rejoiced in
the new life of spring. Each winter they join
Demeter in waiting through the bleak season
of Her Daughter’s absence. Each spring they
are renewed by the signs of Persephone’s
return.
Patricia Reis, Drawing from Minoan and Mycenaean
Gold Seal Ring , ca. 1500 BCE. © 1984, Beacon Press.
ENDNOTES:
1 Lewis R. Farnell, The Cults of the Greek States , vol.
3 (Oxford: Oxford University Press), 28, 48-50.
2 Jane Ellen Harrison , The Religion of Ancient Greece
(London: Archibald Constable & Co. Ltd., 1905),
51-52.
of Greek Religion (Cambridge, UK: Cambridge
University Press, 1922), 120-131; also R.F. Willetts,
Cretan Cults and Festivals , (London: Routledge and
Kegan Paul, 1962), 152.
4 Ibid., Harrison, Prolegomena , 120.
5 Harrison, Religion of Ancient Greece , 51.
6 E.O. James, The Cult of the Mother Goddess: An
Frederick A. Praeger, Inc., 1959), 153.
the Light of Cretan Discoveries (London: Macmillan
and Co. Ltd., 1931), 8.
8 Harrison, Religion of Ancient Greece , 52.
9 Farnell, Cults of the Greek States , 28, 48-50.
10 Ibid., 8.
11 Ibid., 48-50.
12 Jane Ellen Harrison, Myths of Greece and Rome ,
(London: Ernest Benn Ltd., 1927), 73.
13 Harrison, Prolegomena , 263, 274.
14 Gunther Zuntz, Persephone: Three Essays on Religion
University Press, 1971), 75-77.
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