Circe's Magick Spell On Odysseus
She's his enchantress, his goddess of sorcery, skilled in the magic of transmutation, illusion, and necromancy. She lives on the real treasure island of Love, Aeaea, where she longs to be loved.
Aeaea? Oh my goddess!
She is Circe. Circe, being lonely, sexual, and deceitful, is hostile towards men, because they just take advantage of her gorgeous body and hospitality at her palace, turning them into pigs with her magick spells.
Circe longs to be loved, but no one measures up to her, no one appreciates her enough, all she’s worth, she’s too demanding, no one returns the love she pours into them.
Until one day, her D day, something strange happens, somebody unexpected shows up on her Treasure Island, Aeaea. And it’s not the pirate from Cutthroat Island, this time.
Aeaea, a name that resonates with allure and enigma, is an island deeply entrenched in the annals of Greek mythology. Often described as a realm where the boundaries between the mortal and the divine blur, Aeaea is best known as the sanctuary of the beguiling sorceress Circe, The Enchantress of Aeaea.
As tales of her magic and the island’s enchantments spread across the ancient world, Aeaea became synonymous with both wonder and peril. This island, with its golden beaches and dense forests, is not just a geographical entity at the end of the world, the most remote place on earth, but a symbol of transformation, challenges, and the eternal dance between man and myth.
However, after Odysseus brazenly confronts Circe, with his love weapons, with his arsenal of love, she faints and falls in love with him, her newly found home, a simple fisherman, a time traveler, a shell seeker, a tired nomad, only to be caught, pillowed in the safety net, rescued by her Prince Charming, the trickster hero. No, she’s not dreaming. No matter she’s a powerful witch, notorious for supernatural powers of mind control.
As a matter of fortune, design, destiny, Circe is able to trick cunning Odysseus into becoming her most passionate lover rather than a primitive animal. She’s struck by his sharp intelligence and tool to fit her sacred slot, but can’t help but feel offended by his dumb ass. But such is their sleepy love life.
By contrast, Odysseus stares lustfully at her in starstruck awe, a powerful golden witch, devastatingly beautiful, a slender woman with tan skin and a pale complexion, glowing deep abyss eyes, penetrating his heart like no one else, black eyebrows, pink-lavender lips and long dark plum-black hair, absolute perfection. He’s reached his final destination, Circe. Danger is temptation. Temptation is the ultimate danger. She is all of that.
Rather embarrassingly, he’s impressed by her poetry and prose and photography, getting on his bruised knees like a humbled knight before the Holy Grail, literally bowing to kiss her smart ass and both sets of lips before her hand with the very best intentions.
Circe particularly loves Odysseus’s scars, which she sees as integral to his battle-hardened identity. He worships her personality, her attitude, the aura she’s created or was given to build on, her altar of cruelty, offering her all he’s got, his love, asking for nothing in return. He loves her, doesn’t need anything else. He feels sorry for her not being sexually satisfied, determined to do something about that, see what he can do.
Circe does not turn men into beasts for sadistic enjoyment but in revenge for crimes against her body and her island. She uses her sensuality to lure men into her trap. She transforms those men she doesn’t like, while seducing those she fancies. Circe's symbols are represented through her name, meaning hawk, a bird of prey, and her charms that conquer even the ugliest Prince Charming like this vintage lover, Odysseus.
A heavenly concubine, so pure, muttering incantations, she’s aware of her ability to charm and uses it on Odysseus who loses his desire for other women. He’s totally under her spell that oils and burns down his church of pain, the spell of love that keeps their faith and the flame.
Once upon a spell, a threshold, here they are, embraced, Circe & Odysseus, she renowned for her vast knowledge of potions and herbs, her witchcraft, he for his supreme art of love that only she can master and perfect through the religion and rite of pleasure.
The sorceress Circe, a virtuoso in the vicious art of weaving, braiding and interweaving threads and skeins as well as in transforming human matter into animal tissue is in total control of the wizard. The Homeric hero, or rather an anti-hero, places his great fate in her oiled up hands.
Circe is the archetype of the predatory female. This behavior makes her notorious both as an extremely seductive magician and as a classical Renaissance type of sexually free woman. She advises Odysseus that he must visit the Underworld in order to gain knowledge about how to appease the gods, giving him all the protections and the means needed to communicate with the dead.
She’s both a dangerously and irresistibly fascinating woman. She is so divine, but she’s so human. Circe uses her powers mainly to gain back a little of the control she loses over Odysseus and show men what a woman, who just so happens to be a witch, can do, using it as a punishment to those who displease her.
Turning these people into swine and keeping them as her pets or to be used in other unpleasant ways symbolizes dehumanization and loss of self. Circe transforms the men into pigs physically, but curses them to retain their human minds. They are called bestiamorphs. This is punishment for what can happen if you give into the temptation of indulgence and give into your more “animalistic” instincts. Odysseus is all ears, listening to the noisy grave silence, taking notes, not blushing.
Their human activities, intervaled moaning, heavy breathing, rather than ancient Greek mythology, release more carbon dioxide into the sublime atmosphere than natural processes can remove, causing the amount of carbon dioxide in the love atmosphere to increase. The global average carbon dioxide has romantically set a new record high in this scorched-earth erotica milestone 2024.
Circe & Odysseus, CO2, Carbon Dioxide, they are a potent pollutant, because they release excess of it into the love-scented air, rising the background levels. It has a negative impact by dissolving in oceans and increasing their acidity, as well as increasing the global temperature which impacts numerous environmental love factors.
The transcendental, life-changing-for-the-better implications of Circe being an unconditional witch, swearing an oath of eternal love to Odysseus and being his goddess are yet to be explored on her Love Island. Thoroughly. The irony of Circe's life is that, in her banishment to an island that is supposed to be her prison, she finds freedom and Odysseus, liberty. Exile helps her learn what it means to be alone accompanied or guarded, and she essentially finds herself there. But not alone, not anymore, finally.
Circe decides to give up her immortality and much of the power that comes with it, she finally demonstrates an understanding that true happiness does not come from power, but from being with Odysseus. The mercury’s rising in the sweltering night. Circe & Odysseus are disarmed yet dangerous. Her frozen throne is melting, though she remains his Queen. Yet he’s her King, he’s always been, she just didn’t know in her past lives. But she always knew, she knows, she will know in her nearest future life …
Kalidia - Circe's Spell [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]
Sailing across the sea
Close (to) the Italian shores
They found a desert land
Where to drop the anchors
A sweet voice reached their ears
Coming from the only house
Around the mansion lions and wolves
Pigs and every kind of animal
Every man drank the wine
She offered them
She was a witch in disguise
And now they are beasts
Like every man
You're under the Circe's spell
You can't resist to her majestic voice
Her potion will wake up
The demon in you
And you lose
Your own free will to choose
'Cause you're under Circe's spell!
Odysseus was warned by his men
As he approached the coast
About the treachery
Consumed in the middle of the night
Hermes, sent by Athena
Told him to use the holy herb
To protect him from the spell
And to rescue all the crew
Every man drank the wine she offered them
She was a witch in disguise and now they are beasts
Like every man
You're under the Circe's spell
You can't resist to her majestic voice
Her potion will wake up
The demon in you
And you lose
Your own free will to choose
'Cause you're under Circe's spell
Like every man
You're under the Circe's spell
You can't resist to her majestic voice
Her potion will wake up
The demon in you
And you lose
Your own free will to choose
'Cause you're under Circe's spell!
Circe: The Goddess of Sorcery - (Greek Mythology Explained)
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