Fictional Directive

Endymion Myth

6/27/2025

The tale of Endymion is an odd one. There are so many versions of it that you can’t really tell which is the origin, and the details get changed enough that it’s difficult to know for certain what the true meaning of the story really was. Perhaps the oral tradition of the story was so vague that there are as many versions as we find now.

Here are three versions and styles of my own that have three separate meanings. Enjoy and comment on which you like the best and why.

The handsome king of the great city Elis gave up his kingdom to be a humble shepherd. He gave the kingdom to his son, and he left for a beautiful land of Caria. But he did not know he was being watched. For he was greatly handsome, even rivalling Narcissus and Ganymede.

Selene, the moon, admired him and could not take her gaze from him. She favoured him so much that she had to come down from her elevation to see him, she snuck close to him one night when he was in the glade of latmus. She placed a spell upon him that Zues gave her that he would fall into a deep eternal sleep and never wake nor age. Now, every night she comes down from her lofty position in the sky to find and gaze upon her lust. She would kiss him and lay beside him.

But she realized her mistake. Seeing him every night, even though she got to see him in all his beauty for ever and ever, now she feels her passion turning to a burden of pain. She can never see him wake, working, living with purpose, faltering, nor admiring her. But she cannot stop visiting him, she had done this to him and sought his beauty so.

If she stopped his slumber was in vain and she found herself needing him to appease her desire. Yet she found herself longing for more, perhaps that longing was their all along and Selene misinterpreted, now to forever let Endymion tossing not nor turning.

The king of Elis,
Ruled well and short,
left his kingdom to his kin.

Humble Shepherd he became,
The moon his favour that hung in the heavens,
Her image with a rhythm of fierce and tame,
Watching her wade and wallow.

She admired him back,
For his mortal form was that of the gods,
She desired to see him close,
But her duties prevented her so.
He continued to watch her,
Appearing in full to concealing to a sliver,
With such joy he noted her every gesticulation.

One day, on her new moon
Liberated to befall her love.
She travelled to the glade of Latmus
A cave where she hung above.
Found him in the eternal slumber.
Her heart ached in her chest,
She sees her love, in youth and beauty,
But fall into his embrace, she could not.
He toss not nor turn as she lays with him,
Kissing and embracing him every night since.

A king, enough with ruling had, to leave his throne to his son. He leaves for the humble lands of Caria and lowly shepherd watches. He finds his fondness in the moon, her motions and her teasing concealment. She herself notices her admirer and sees his beauty in return.

Night after night he looked to her and she to him. She tried to go down to him but she was waylaid. As he watched her appear in full glory and concealed to a sliver, she sought to visit him with everything she had. On one full moon, she was finally able to appear before the king in her true form. She travelled down to the humble glade of Latmus, she entered his cave that he admired her from for so long, but only to find he had entered the eternal slumber.

The time he spent watching her hide and divulge behind the earth’s shadow had been longer than she expected. It had been an entire lifetime. For at times when he gazed upon her elegance, the time of weeks only felt as one night.

She wept and laid by his side, kissing him as he tossed not nor turned. Poor Endymion, the moon goddess, Selene would never be able to be with him. But she visits him every night still, vowing never to seek anyone else.

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How I might Write

3/16/2025

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There are three ways I think of for starting a story. You can focus on the plot; what is the world in which the characters reside? Creating a new world is what thrills me, personally. Using the parallels of myths and heroic stories we see today and exaggerating even the most extraordinary parts of our reality.

There is character driven stories. Having a set of morals or desires within a character that you form the world of events around. What does the character want? How are they going to achieve that goal? What stands in their way? And what are they willing to do to achieve the goal?

I think the third way is to think of an emotion to drive your story. Do you want or align with a romantic, or epic, or mystery, etc? Taking that emotion and having your story weave and/or end at the height of the emotion. Pulling the reading deep into that passion, causing their heart to ache with fear, sorrow, bravery or camaraderie.

I love bringing the heart into the mix of the deep emotions. I base my writing from the deep emotions, seeking to make the heart fly or ache with connection in serious moments and events. Some of these blossom from a unique idea found from creative imagery within songs, poems or other exaggerated stories. Using metaphors and similes, connecting concepts and objects that don’t usually have association. So how might I start? Where does my beginning image, inspiration, or concept come from?

Authors will tell you it comes from anywhere, and it does. As you write and read and view the world in a writer’s way, things will come to you often. One example as we are in the Christmas season is the song Hallelujah. With how much we know of song writing and music composing the song still brings the potential mystery of “a secret cord that David played that pleased the Lord.” You could base a story from that simple idea, a character striving to find that secret cord. Perhaps it was written in Hebrew and lost in the land of Jerusalem where King David ruled. Even further than that you could even have a character that “doesn’t really care for music…” This could be an idea for a unique story and comes from a simple song that has been around for 40+ years and a song I have heard throughout my life. But inspiration strikes along with perspective, and so they both change with each other.

More ways to find story ideas is to listen, watch, and experience life while reading others. You may see how other authors see the world if you are attuned to see what is beyond what you read, but also if the author is open and transparent enough. Listen to what people say, how they say it and look beyond the words and find the hidden meaning. Let the experiences you are privileged to be a part of enriching your perspectives of the world and life.

Then exaggerate what you see. Like Polar Express having a train on the ice; turning an entire train around by drifting. Or Inception, planting an idea through a dream within a dream. This is why poetry can be extremely influential; with their colourful language, picturesque images, and creative allegories. These, if you get used to the language and style can inspire winsome and majestic new worlds.

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The Myth of God

3/16/2025

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The Father of All enthroned above the cosmos, the Son to his right and the Spirit hovering over the depth. All watching and mingling with his prized possession; the pinnacle of his creation, those who bear his image, humanity. Desiring to commune with his people – the people he breathed his very life into – he longed for them to pursue the same. He went down to see how they were taking dominion over and ruling the rest of his creation.

To his dismay, humanity had become so easily corrupted and sought to devour instead of ruling like their Creator. As soon as they sought a different purpose the Father became broken hearted and very angry with the things humanity began to do. They became very creative in the evil they performed. The Father had to put an end to it, for it was not the way he created things to be. He looked to his Son and nodded. The Son of God stood up from his throne and began a journey towards Earth, the Father relented his wrath as he watched the perfect Son walk towards the earth putting himself between the Father and the evil of humanity, overlaying humanity’s evil with his perfection shining over their darkness.

The Father’s handiworks were all around the humans, yet they over looked them; explained them in other ways. He wished for them to enjoy the fruits, care for the animals and work the ground to produce more vegetation. He saw them building structures, making tools and enjoying the warmth of the sun together. Instead they built for themselves, attempting to replace his name, they murdered each other, mistreated the animals, and stored up fruit for themselves without sharing when others had nothing. God would not stand for such atrocities.

But thankfully God had a plan for such a blasphemy, something the humans could not ignore and that would satisfy the justices that have not been answered. There is no one that is righteous, not even one. Every human has done evil the entirety of their lives. Selfish ambition, sexual impurity, devious manipulation, and harmful action they fill their time with.

But even with the God himself communing with his creation, humanity refused to recognize their maker. The Son went down, not to deliver God’s wrath – to punish the atrocities and the blatant rebellions – he came to serve; not to show off his majestic powers as creator, but instead to serve those who were given little, to teach those who were not wise, and forgive those who had no law, however, those who claimed to be with God sought to kill the Son; they thought they knew God so well that when the Son said the actual things of the Father, they thought it was blasphemy.

The Son stood in front of his creation as they accused him. He sat in the courts as the officials questioned him, he kept silent and with a smirk for he kept himself to him who judged righteously. In the end the Son was accused for treason and blasphemy and was subject to death. As he approached, the Son dread what he was going to endure. Not the mocking, the whipping, the beatings, not even the death, but what he was going to endure over all of that, was the Father’s wrath he stepped in front of. It was no longer going to be held back, it had to be satisfied for the eons of injustices and the Son’s service ultimately came to fulfillment when he would take all the judgement for humanities betrayal.

The Father releases his wrath and turned his back on his Son, for holding all the immorality of humanity upon him. And so the Son faced death and the complete wrath of the Father for the sake of his creation.

The grave and death surrounded the Son and enveloped him in their depths. Their power unmatched, their grasps overreaching, no human could even dream of defeating them. Yet the Son was not mere human, but was God. The Son was raised, showing not even death could hold him and neither could it hold those who loved the Son, for his gift was becoming one with him. Now that he was raised, they saw the sign that no one could ignore. The Son was now the firstborn of the new creation and he did it all so that his creation could follow him back to the creation of harmony and peace. Where the mind was opened and freed, the body was remade and complete, the spirit was whole and lifted up.

The Father’s wrath satisfied, justice accounted for, and his love for his creation exploited.

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