In Memory of the Victims at the Pulse Gay Night Club-You will NEVER! BE FORGOTTEN!

In Memory of the Victims at the Gay-Night

Club You will NEVER! Be FORGOTTEN!

A rainbow appear behind the US flag flying at

half-staff on top the Tacoma Dome , Monday June 13, 2016

In Tacoma, Wash - Near my home in Kent Wa ...Wendy

A-rainbow appears behind the U.S. flag flying at half-staff on top of the Tacoma Dome,

Monday, June 13, 2016, in Tacoma, Wash. Flags across the state were at half-staff Monday to honor the victims of a mass shooting early Sunday at a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida.

Crowd members hold candles during a vigil downtown for the victims of a mass shooting at the Pulse nightclub Monday, June 13, 2016, in Orlando, Fla.

Adele Hoppe-House, 49, (L) and her wife Jennifer Hoppe-House, 52, attend a Los Angeles vigil in memory of victims one day after a mass shooting at the Pulse gay nightclub in Orlando, Fla., June 13, 2016.
People attend a Los Angeles vigil in memory of victims one day after a mass shooting at the Pulse gay night club in Orlando, Fla., June 13, 2016.
Marwa Balkar holds a candle at the Islamic Center of Southern California and ICUJP Interfaith Vigil Against Violence and Hatred in Los Angeles, Monday, June 13, in remembrance of the 50 people killed in Orlando, Fla., on June 12. The vigil was attended by speakers and public from a variety of different faiths.
Attendees of a Pulse nightclub vigil at the Dr. Phillips Performing Arts Center in Orlando look down at a memorial at the front of the stage on Monday, June 13, 2016.

Juan Carlos Garcia sits next to a makeshift memorial for the victims of a mass shooting at the Pulse nightclub Monday, June 13, in downtown Orlando, Fla.
People attend a Los Angeles vigil in memory of victims one day after a mass shooting at the Pulse gay night club in Orlando, June 13.
A makeshift memorial for the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting is seen on June 13 in front of the Dr. Phillips Center for the Performing Arts in Orlando, Florida.
Matthew Mcatee bows his head following a vigil for the victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting, on June 13, 2016, at Lake Eola in Orlando.

Tatiana Osorio, of Orlando, cries while giving blood at the One Blood blood center near the mass shooting at a nightclub Monday, June 13, 2016, in Orlando. Osorio lost three friends in the shooting.
A man walks past signs in support for the mass shooting victims at the Pulse nightclub June 13, 2016, in Orlando.
Members of the FBI Evidence Response Team gather outside of the Pulse Orlando nightclub Monday, June 13, 2016, in Orlando.
Krystle Martin cries as she speaks to the media near a makeshift memorial for the fatal shootings at Pulse Orlando nightclub, Monday, June 13, 2016, in Orlando
Johnathan Dalton breaks down as he places flowers on a makeshift memorial on Monday in memory of two of his friends who were killed during a fatal shooting at the Pulse Orlando nightclub in OrA small makeshift memorial sits on the lawn at the Dr. Phillips Center for the Performing Arts in honor of the victims of the shooting at Pulse Nightclub in Orlando.lando, Fla.

From left) Josh Mercer & his husband, James, place a poster at a makeshift memorial on Monday for two of their friends who were victims of a fatal shooting at Pulse Orlando nightclub.
A girl takes part in a vigil to commemorate victims of a mass shooting at the Pulse gay night club in Orlando, Florida, June 12, 2016.
People hold hands in a circle during a vigil in a park following a mass shooting at the Pulse gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida, June 12, 2016.
A man who was injured in the mass shooting at the Pulse nightclub cries as he attends a memorial service at the Joy MCC Church for the victims of the terror attack where Omar Mateen allegedly killed more than 50 people on June 12, 2016, in Orlando.

Friends and family grieve after a list of hospitalized victims was released, implying the death of those who weren't on the list and hadn't been heard from, outside a Hampton Inn & Suites hotel near the Orlando Regional Medical Center in Orlando, on June 12, 2016.
A man prays during a prayer service for shooting victims at the Baitul-Aafiyatr Mosque, on June 12, 2016, in Orlando.

Karen Castelloes, left, and Judy Rettig cry during a prayer vigil at Joy Metropolitan Community Church after a fatal shooting at the Pulse Orlando nightclub Sunday, June 12, 2016, in Orlando.
People receive information about the Pulse nightclub shooting outside the hotel where family members are gathering in Orlando, on June 12, 2016.
Police forensics investigators work at the crime scene of a mass shooting at the Pulse gay nightclub in Orlando, on June 12, 2016.
A man places a hand print on a makeshift memorial in a parking lot near the Pulse nightclub in Orlando, on June 12, 2016.
Supported by a friend, a man weeps for victims of the mass shooting just a block from the scene in Orlando, Fla., on June 12, 2016.

Angel Mendez, standing outside the Orlando Regional Medical Center, holds up a cell phone photo trying to get information about his brother Jean C. Mendez, in Orlando, Fla, on June 12, 2016.
An injured man is escorted out of the Pulse nightclub after a shooting rampage, Sunday morning June 12, 2016, in Orlando, Fla
Volunteers line up to donate blood for victims of the Pulse nightclub shooting at One Blood, in Orlando, Fla., on June 12, 2016. The line of people waiting to give blood stretched around the building.

Demetrice Naulings sobs outside the Orlando Police Headquarters, where police were interviewing witnesses in the investigation of a shooting at the Pulse Orlando nightclub in Orlando, Fla.

As hundreds lined up to give blood in response to Sunday morning's Pulse nightclub shooting, they discovered that the FDA's rules governing blood donations from gay men are still in effect.Despite rumors, OneBlood, which collects and distributes blood donations, per FDA regulations, is still not accepting blood donations from gay men. "All FDA guidelines remain in effect for blood donation. There are false reports circulating that FDA rules were being lifted. Not true," wrote OneBlood on Twitter.
HIV/AIDS activist Michael Rajner said the 12-month deferment period is highlighted and made all the more hurtful by the tragedy in Orlando – one that prevents healthy gay men from helping their own community when needed or forces them to lie to do the right thing. "We are discriminated against unjustly through a homophobic policy by the FDA."
Previously, the FDA had instituted a lifetime ban on men who were sexually active with other men but altered that policy in 2015. The American Red Cross and America's Blood Centers opposed the lifetime ban as being "medically and scientifically unjustified."
According to the FDA, men are prohibited from donating if they had sex with another man in the past 12 months. Women must also wait 12 months to donate if they had sex with a man who has had sex with another man. The rules put gay men on par with other groups the FDA considers to be high risk for HIV/AIDS, including individuals with a history intravenous drug use and those who have received transfusions of whole blood or blood products.
"In reviewing our policies to help reduce the risk of HIV transmission through blood products, we rigorously examined several alternative options, including individual risk assessment," said Peter Marks, M.D., Ph.D., deputy director of the FDA's Center for Biologics Evaluation and Research, in an online statement. "Ultimately, the 12-month deferral window is supported by the best available scientific evidence, at this point in time, relevant to the U.S. population. We will continue to actively conduct research in this area and further revise our policies as new data emerge."
But while the National Gay Blood Drive, an organization focused on giving the LGBT equal treatment in blood donation opportunities, applauded the move as a step in the right direction but asked the FDA to go further.

"While this is a big success, there is still a long road ahead and a lot of work to do. We will continue to encourage the FDA to consider all the evidence until they arrive at a non-discriminatory policy and discrimination based on sexual orientation is eliminated from the blood deferral process altogether," reads National Gay Blood Drives December 2015 statement.
South Florida Gay News-Written by Michael d'Oiveria
http://www.kiiitv.com/story/after-orlando-shooting-gay-men-still-banned-from-donating-blood
other good links:
http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/man-hit-in-back-in-orlando-shooting-played-dead-to-survive/ar-AAhgsrI?ocid=spartanntp
http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/1000-show-support-outside-funeral-of-orlando-victims/ar-AAhgVLx?ocid=spartanntp
I felt it was very important to put Michael d'Oiveria full story from the South Florida Gay News stating that in the state that this horrible act happen where hundreds if not even more are morning the death of their love ones can't even help the ones that are fighting for their lives in the hospital, that need blood. It's even  a greater tragedy when the folks in the hospital, love ones can help them with a simply blood donation. It is evident that are road is still very long ahead to non-discriminatory policy based on sexual orientation. Can you just put yourself in their shoes! After this horror act of violence & hate- Then they can't even help their love ones in the one way they know, is blood donation. How would you feel? I hope you get Michael d' Oiveria message and my comments. I have a lovely family member that I love very much who is Gay and I wouldn't hesitate to help him an any way or form. I pray that we as a nation can learn from this and be kinder, loving, peace loving of all people no matter of what race, gender, sex orientation and transgender too! 
Victims: Full of life, Now Remembered in Death But Never
Forgotten- I Must say the video is heat breaking to watch but I felt it is very important to show...'Below are just a few of the beautiful people that lost their lives that I felt I needed to post their photo's. I have also post the link to all the others so if you wish you can see all if you wish.
http://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/victim-all-full-of-life-now-remembered-in-death/

Jean Carlos Mendez Perez

I Thought I would show one of the 24+pages of beautiful people that lost their lives because of one person unable to love. The faces on the link below will show the love of these beautiful souls that we will miss so much. And how much their families and partners will can never replace that smile, hug, laughter, kiss, or simply talking to them. All they will have is the photographs to remember the love of their love ones and try very hard to forget how they died. This is why I am putting Jean Carlos Mendez 35, who had a loving and happy face when I look at his photo. I could tell, that he was full of life, love people and his family. Also that he seems so very happy too.
There are so many others too. So have a look at the link. please! and do not forget these beautiful people that lost their lives to a person of hate. We must not give in we must stand strong. Because I believe the happy faces that lost their lives would want us too. Wendy....
Jean Carlos Mendez Perez, 35, had a humor and warmth that made him a great salesman — and helped him find love, a co-worker said.
"He laughed with the people and would make jokes," said Claudia Agudelo, who worked with Perez at a perfume store. "He was always happy."
Mendez Perez met his longtime partner, Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, about a decade ago when he sold him the fragrance Declaration by Cartier, Agudelo told the Orlando Sentinel. Wilson-Leon also died in the nightclub shooting.
Mendez Perez moved to the U.S. from Puerto Rico when he was a teenager, and made friends quickly, father Angel Mendez said.
"He was a real dynamic kid," he said.
Sister-in-law Katia Mendez said Mendez Perez also was a fun-loving and doting uncle who would buy her three children candy and ice cream. "He was like a little kid when he was with them," she said.

Lorelay Lost-Lady Grace Jake by Laura Macauda Beckstrasse-

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!” (The Raven-Edgar Allan Poe)

I like the chaos and unconventional, the smallest things can inspire me. Presently I write in a novel and short stories. Especially fantasy, Si Financial Accounting and Steampunk have done it to me. I live together in a happy respect and a Rasselbande. Laura Macauda Beckstrasse- Biography

In November 1975, I was born in Göttingen. Breakfast I have researched already fantastic worlds. Until I read finally and still could travel more wonderful worlds. My father had to then establish even a library card, I was happy to go. For me there is no better than a book in his hand to hold and immerse themselves in the world. The letter was frankly much later. First it was 'only' the 'famous' hobby. But over time, evolved from the hobby my calling.

With passion I create new fantastic worlds. Heroes who do not always comply with the standard and bad guys, who can already react quite differently than expected. This is Laura's links to her two blogs and where to get her Book

Lady Grace Jake on Amazon. Wendy...❤❤✨🎶💝🌞🎇💕

1-http://lorelaylost.blogspot.de/

2-https://lorelaylost.wordpress.com/2016/06/05/text-extracts-wendy-yukihiro/

3-https://www.amazon.de/Das-Bild-Lady-Grace-Jake-ebook/dp/B01B8F4RKO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1465113062&sr=8-1&keywords=Lorelay+Lost

About the story : "The picture of Lady Grace" is a small mytery-horror-short story, which plays in the victorian period. It`s a story about Jake, a bright young boy.

Jake has to spend a few days on the property of his unkowen uncle. Already on the first night he has a close encounter......

First in German-

Stolz ragte das Anwesen Grace of Empire über den raunenden Bäumen auf, die sich

verstohlen die Geheimnisse des alten Gemäuers zuwisperten. Als der Nebel gleich einer Katze

um seine alten Mauern schlich, ächzte es empört auf.

Hastig zog Jake sich die dicke Decke über den Kopf. Angestrengt horchte er auf. Da war noch

ein anderes Geräusch, und zwar in seinem Zimmer. Etwas schleifte behäbig über den

Teppich. Woher kam es? Konzentriert lauschte er. Erst näherte es sich entschlossen seinem

Bett, um sich jedoch sogleich wieder zu entfernen. Er runzelte die Stirn, es war

verschwunden. Erleichtert atmete er auf. Wohlig kuschelte er sich ein.

Finger berührten seine Beine. Hilflos riss er seine Augen auf und traute sich nicht zu rühren.

Verspielt huschten die Finger über seine Decke. Ein Schauder erfasste ihn und spülte wie eine

Welle über ihn hinweg. Schweigend setzte sich jemand neben ihm auf die Bettkante. Zärtlich

fuhren Fingerkuppen über sein struppiges blondes Haar. Jake hielt den Atem an, unfähig sich

zu rühren vergrub er sich tiefer in die weiche Matratze, obwohl er nur schreiend davon laufen

wollte. Mit weit aufgerissen Augen starrte er ins schwarze Nichts.

Die Zeit schien nicht vergehen zu wollen, eine Ewigkeit verharrte er angespannt unter der

stickigen Bettdecke. Endlich ließen die kalten Finger von ihm ab. Bedrohlich schlurfte es

langsam über die Dielen und entfernte sich von ihm. Erleichtert spürte Jake, dass er wieder

allein im Zimmer war, flink streifte er die Decke ab und zog die Bettvorhänge zu. Rasch

verkroch er sich wieder in die schützende Wärme.

»Guten Morgen Sir Jake.«

Claire, die zierliche Dame des Hauses, stapfte summend durch das große Zimmer. Kräftig zog

sie an den schweren Samtvorhängen, die sich nur schwerfällig bewegten. Freundliche

Sonnenstrahlen durchfluteten das dunkle Zimmer, vertrieben die unheilvolle Dunkelheit der

vergangenen Nacht. Jake blinzelte unter seiner Decke hervor. Schlaftrunken beobachtete er

Claire, die etwas Wasser in die Waschschüssel goss und ordentlich ein Tuch bereitlegte.

Gähnend streckte er sich.

»Das Frühstück und Sir Lucas erwarten Sie im Esszimmer«,

zwitscherte Claire beim Hinausgehen.

Ungelenk schälte er sich aus der großen Bettdecke und tappte unsicher aus dem Bett. Die

haarsträubende Nacht steckte ihm noch in den Knochen.

Geschwind holperte Jake die Treppen hinunter. Abrupt bremste er ab, als er Sir Lucas grauen

Schopf hinter einer großen Tageszeitung hervorlugen sah.

»Guten Morgen, Onkel.«

»Du bist zu spät, Jake! «, raschelte eine tiefe Stimme hinter den übergroßen Blättern.

»Entschuldigung. «, flüsterte Jake verhalten.

»Gut, dass wir dieses Arrangement nur für eine begrenzte Zeit aushalten müssen!«

Trotzig setzte sich Jake ans andere Ende des reichlich geschmückten Tisches. Claire kam

lächelnd herein und servierte ihm lauwarmen Porridge. Gierig schlang er ihn herunter.

Zufrieden verließ Claire das Esszimmer um sogleich mit gebratenen Würstchen,

Schinkenspeck, Eiern, gegrillten Tomaten, gebackenen Bohnen und Toast mit Butter

wiederzukommen. Jake quollen die Augen über. Unschlüssig, mit welcher Köstlichkeit er

beginnen sollte, griff er beherzt nach den Würstchen und biss genüsslich hinein.

Räuspernd erhob sich Sir Lucas. Schon kam Claire herein geweht. Mit gesenktem Blick

räumte sie rasch das benutzte Geschirr ab. Kauend blickte Jake auf, doch Sir Lucas erwiderte

kalt und streng seinen allzu forschen Blick. Flugs senkte er seine Augen und widmete sich

wieder seinem opulenten Frühstück zu. Ohne ein weiteres Wort verließ Sir Lucas den Raum.

»Er mag mich nicht«, stellte Jake schmatzend fest.

»Iwo!«, winkte Claire ab.

»Doch, doch!«, beharrte Jake.

Verlegen schaute Claire auf die weiße Tischdecke.

»Warum schaust du dich heute nicht ein wenig im Haus um? Es gibt viel zu entdecken! Wir

haben eine stattliche Bibliothek. Dort kannst du mit Sicherheit einige spannende Stunden

verbringen«, versuchte Claire ihn abzulenken.

Jake zuckte gleichgültig mit den Schultern und stand auf. Etwas neugierig war er ja schon, er

wusste so gut wie nichts über den gefühllosen Onkel, den älteren Bruder seiner Mutter.

Staunend ging er den langen Korridor entlang. Licht flutete den Gang und ließ die kostbare

silberdurchwirkte Wandvertäfelung glitzern und leuchten. Neben prunkvollen Kerzenhaltern

aus Kristall hingen ordentlich aneinandergereiht die Ahnenbilder der Familie Lucas. Grimmig

schauten sie auf ihn hinab. Jake fröstelte es, er fühlte sich wirklich beobachtet. Wieder fiel

ihm die grausige Nacht ein. Er schüttelte die Erinnerung an die Hände, die ihn berührten ab.

Überrascht blieb er stehen, jemand sang. Interessiert folgte er der sanften Melodie. In einem

roten Salon fand er die Stimme. Eine ältere Dame saß tief in einem samtroten Confidents,

einem gepolsterten s-förmigen Doppelsessl.

»Komm nur herein und leiste mir ein wenig Gesellschaft.«

Anmutig legte sie ein Buch auf den Beistelltisch.

»Guten Morgen Madame, ich bin Jake Aaron Black«, stellte er sich höflich vor.

Selbstbewusst reichte er ihr seine Hand und verbeugte sich.

»Ich weiß, wer du bist«, schmunzelte die ältere Frau, »ich bin Lady Abigail Winters, die

Mutter der verstorbenen Hausherrin Grace.«

Jake blickte sich im Salon um. Eine goldene Bordüre schlang sich glitzernd um den roten

Raum. An den Wänden hingen große Gemälde, die theatralisch die vier Jahreszeiten

darboten. Unter ihnen schmiegten sich schweigend auf dünnen Beinen und klobigen Füßen

zerbrechliche Kommoden. Schwer trugen sie die Last von massiven Kristallvasen. Ein

schwarzer Kamin riss eine kunstvolle Wunde in das mit edlen roten Stoffbahnen tapezierte

Mauerwerk. Zwei in Samt eingeschlagene dunkelrote Crapauds standen flüsternd vor ihm

nebeneinander. Jake musste grinsen, man nannte diese Sessel auch Kröten. Das überladene

Zimmer überforderte ihn.

»Ich hoffe, dass es dir bei uns gefällt und es dir an Nichts mangelt!«

»Ja, Miss Claire bemüht sich sehr um mein leibliches Wohlergehen«, grinsend rieb er sich

über seinen Bauch. Lady Abigail lachte hell auf, »Wie geht es Deiner Mutter, Jake?«

»Gut, denke ich. Ich sehe sie nicht mehr so oft, seit das Baby...«, mitten im Satz unterbrachen

ihn seine Gedanken. Nach dem unerwarteten Tod seiner Schwester hatte seine Mutter sich für

ihn in eine uneinnehmbare Festung verwandelt. Jake schaffte es nicht, deren Mauern zu

erklimmen. Wenn er es ihm mal gelang, keuchend über ihre Balustrade zu lunzen, schnippte

sie ihn mit Gleichgültigkeit den Abgrund hinunter. Jake verstand seine Mutter nicht, was hatte

er ihr nur getan. Still sackte er in sich zusammen.

Tröstend legte Lady Abigail ihre Hand auf seinen Arm und blickte ihm verständnisvoll in

seine schwermütigen blauen Augen. Augenblicklich beruhigte sich Jake. Schweigend saßen

sie ein Weile nebeneinander.

»Wie mir zu Ohren kam, begleitet sie deinen Vater auf einen Kongress. Jake, wie alt bist du?«

»Ähhmm, zwölfeinhalb, fast dreizehn«, murmelte er. »So alt, wie Isabella nun auch wäre«,

erwidert Lady Abigail etwas schwermütig.

»Wer?«

»Isabella, unsere Jüngste. Sie war das Ebenbild ihrer Mutter. Schlank, schwarze lange Haare,

grünblaue Augen und unglaublich vorlaut«, schwärmte Lady Abigail.

»Sir Lucas scheint nicht gerade erfreut darüber zu sein mich hier zu haben«, platzte es aus

Jake heraus.

»Er hat sich seit dem schrecklichen Verlust sehr verändert. Er ist nicht mehr der Gleiche.«

»Mutter hat es mir erzählt. Es war vor fünf Jahren.« Traurig stimmte ihm Lady Abigail zu,

dann fuhr sie fort, »Und es war ein grausames Missverständnis noch dazu.« Nun wurde Jake

neugierig.

Traslated to English-

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Lady Abigail gave a laugh hell, ' How does it go for your murmuring, Jake? Intestine, I think. I see them no more so often, since the baby of ...', mitt in the sentence thoughts interrupted him blow net. Nach. unexpected death of his sister blow net-murmuring had changed for him into an impregnable fortress. Jake did not get to scale walls. If he managed time him, wheezy about her balustrade to lunzen, she flicked him with indifference hobby room abyss down. Jake understood blow net-murmuring not, was he had only acted to her. Still he slumped in himself. Comforting lady Abigail Reichen laid theirs on his arm and looked to him understanding in blow net to melancholic blue eyes. Presently Jake calmed down. In silence they sat a while side by side. ' As to me came to ears, she accompanies your father on a congress. You are Jake, how old? ' ' Ähhmm, zwölfeinhalb, schnell dreizehn ', he murmured. ' So old, how nun of Isabella would also be ', answers lady Abigail a little bit melancholically. ' Who? ' ' Isabella, our latest. Sie war the image of her murmuring. Slender, black long hair, green-blue eyes and incredibly cheeky ', that there swarmed lady Abigail. ' Mr. Lucas seems to be not exactly delighted about that to have me here ', it burst out from Jake. ' He hat to itself since Him. awful loss changes very much. He is no more the same. ' ' Murmuring hat it tells to me. Es war five years ago. ' Sadly lady Abigail agreed to him, then she continued, ' And it war a cruel misunderstanding on top of that. ' Nun became Jake curious.

I hope that You all will find the story as interesting as myself my dears Friends and followers. Laura has been a dear friend for a long time. We are able to comuniate through to wonders of wigets of translators. Which I am so grateful for. If it wasn't for that we could have been as dear and as close a friends that we have become. And helping each other with our writing of stories. She has put my beiginning of my story on her blogs to help me and I am going to help hers That is why I have it in both English and German. To take a look at my story on her blogs have a look at these links;

http://lorelaylost.blogspot.de/

https://lorelaylost.wordpress.com/2016/06/05/text-extracts-wendy-yukihiro/

Much love to you all my dear friends and follower. I hope that you enjoy my dearest Laura' story.. Your friend always – Wendy ...

Sphinx

Sphinx-

Good morning my dearest friends and followers. Today I am going to bring you all into the world of  ancient times of the Mythology creature of the Sphinx in Greece. The Sphinx was one of the
the most famous Mythological Creatures of its times both in Egyptian Mythology & Greek Mythology. However, unlike that of the Greek Sphinx which is an female Creature. In the Egyptian Sphinx is typically a male creature. In Greece the sphinx has a lions body and a females head. In tradition they are launched as a lion with the wings of a very large bird and the face and the breasts of a woman. She is mythicized as treacherous and merciless. It is said that those who cannot answer her riddles will suffer a fate typical in the evil monster type dragons who love riddles too-in those tales if you don't answer the riddle correctly the dragon will kill and eat you. Apparently just like that of the mythicized female Sphinx too if you don't answer her riddles you could have the same faith by being killed, eaten by a changed ravenous monster. Some have said that the Sphinx is to have guarded the entrance to the city of Thebes of Greece. Which anyone to enter the city would have to ask a riddle to obtain passage. As to the exact riddle the Sphinx would ask, it was never the same or not ever specified. So this could be one of the reason the Sphinx got more of a reputation of being a ravenous monster.

Another mythology lore was that Hera or Ares, who sent the Sphinx from her Ethiopian homeland-Even though the Greeks always remembered the origin of the Sphinx to be Thebes in Greece to have Sophocles to write this in his writings & history's most famous riddle of the Sphinx too:
'Which creature in the morning goes on four feet, at noon on two, and in the evening upon three?'
The Sphinx would strangled and devoured anyone who was unable to answer: Oedipus solved the riddle by answering-'Man-who crawls on all fours as a baby, then walks on two feet as an adult, and walks with a cane in old age'...
However, the tale doesn't end with answering the hardest riddle. Upon Oedipus solving the riddle the Sphinx threw herself from her high rock and died. I guess the mythology creature couldn't live with the fact that a human or god had solve her most unsolved able riddle. There were other version to the tale which in my own opoion is hard to believe that a great mythology beast would do-that is 'Devouring herself. Maybe it was another way of death.

The Sphinx was an ancient Egyptian divinity, who personified wisdom, fertility and nature. She is also represented as a lion-body, with the head and bust of a woman. It wears a peculiar sort of hood which completely envelops her head and falls down on either side of her face.
The Sphinx is represented according to the Greek genealogy as the offspring of Typhon and Echidna. The Goddess Hera upon one occasion displeased with the Thebans, sent them the Sphinx this awful monster as a punishment for their offences. So later the Sphinx took her seat on a rocky eminence near the city of Thebes, commanding a pass which the Thebans were compelled to traverse in their usual way of business, she propounded to all comers a riddle and if they failed to solve it, she tore them in pieces. During the reign of the King Creon, so many people had fallen a sacrifice to the monster Sphinx, that the King Creon determined to use every effort to rid
the country of this beast. So on consulting the oracle of Delphi, the King Creon, he was informed that the only way to destroy the Sphinx was to solve one of her riddles. If this happens she would immediately precipitate herself from the high rocks on which she was seated to her death. So King Creon made a public declaration to take effect that whoever could give the true interpretation of a riddle propounded by the monster, should obtain the crown and the land of his sister- Jocaste. So as the tale goes, Oedipus offered himself as a candidate for the task.
Oedipus proceeded to the spot where the Sphinx kept guard, to receive her riddle-but of course Oedipus new that answer' . The Sphinx said, 'What creature goes in the morning on four legs, at noon on two and in the evening on three?" Oedipus replied, That it must be man, who during his infancy creeps on all fours, in his prime walks erect on two legs, and when old age has enfeebled his powers calls a staff to his assistance and thus has as it were three legs.'
The moment that Oedipus finished his answer the Sphinx no sooner heard his reply, which was correct, after that she flung herself over the precipice and perished in the abyss below.

I hope you all find the post interesting my dear friends and followers. Your friend always Wendy

 

ISIS GODDESS OF EGYPT

Isis Goddess of Egypt-

Good evening my dear friends & followers I thought I would bring you into the world of ancient Egypt. I havent' brought you into the world of ancient Egypt in a while, so I thought I would this time to the Goddess Isis. Isis was one of the most prominent Goddess in Ancient Egyptian Mythology. She was said to be a patron of nature and magic. A friend of the Slaves, sinners, artisans and wealthy alike. Isis was revered as the 'Ideal' mother, wife and of course Goddess. She had temples throughout the Egyptian kingdom and even had temples in Rome, Greece, Iraq, Pompeii and a Sanctuary in Germany. Her followers as an Goddess lasted through the rise of Christianity and it is said that even today there are folks who follow the Goddess old way... As far as a bit of history on the ancient goddess Isis. Her name Isis is spelled-Ἶσις-and is original pronunciation is more likely 'Aset or Iset.'
Isis is a goddess from the polytheistic pantheon of Egypt. She was first worshiped in Ancient Egyptian religion and then later her worship was wide spread throughout the Roman Empire and even the greater Greo-Roman world. Isis is still widely worshiped even in modern times by many pagans today in diverse religious contexts; including a number of distinct pagan religious. The modern Goddess Isis movement and interfaith organizations such as the
Fellowship of Isis. In ancient times Isis was often depicted as the mother of Horus, the falcon-headed deity which was associated with the king and kingship. Isis was also known as the protector of the dead and Goddess of all children. Isis name means 'Throne' as headdress is a throne. Isis was very important in representing the pharaoh's powers. Isis cult was very popular throughout Egypt, but her most important temples were at Behbeit El-Hagar at the Nile delta and the beginning in the reign with Nectanebo I in 380-362BC, on the island of Philae in the Upper side of Egypt. As far as Isis parents as a Goddess, she was the first daughter of the God of Earth and the Goddess of the sky of

Egyptian Mythology. Born on the forth intercalary day. Later Isis married her brother Osiris and she conceived Horus their child. Using her magical skills/powers, she was an instrument in resurrecting Osiris when he was murdered. Isis was able to restored his body to life after gathering Osiris body parts that had been strewn about the earth. Apparently this myth of Egyptian became very important during the Greco-Roman period. It was believed that the Nile River flooded every year because of the tears of sorrow which the Goddess Isis wept for Osiris. It seems that Isis had to relived each year the death and rebirth of Osiris through her magic. No wonder she has so many tears of sorrow every year. Isis worship eventually spread through the Greco-Roman world and continued until the suppression of paganism into the Christian era. Isis suckling son Horus seem to be just as popular in Christian context as the poplar Mary with the infant Jesus in the fifth century so much that she was much a beloved Goddess of all faiths. There was also Isis association with the pharaoh's wife as a consistent role of Isis as the spouse of Horus, the god associated with the pharaoh as his protector and then later as the deification of the pharaoh himself. For me it can get a

bit confusing but that was the ways of the Egypt live. In addition Isis was represented as the mother of the four sons of Horus, the four deities who protected the canopic jars that contained the pharaoh's internal organs. Then by the New Kingdom period as they called it in many places of Egypt, she was even more prominent that her spouse the Pharaoh. She was seen as the mother of the Pharaoh and was often depicted breastfeeding the Pharaoh as well.  So when the God Ra rose to prominence - Isis as the mother of the God, was paired with Horus, and Horus was identified with Ra, Isis began to be merged with Hathor. When this happened Isis became the mother of Horus as well as his wife-eventually her mother role was displaced to the role of spouse. Thus the role of spouse to Isis was open and in the Heliopolis pantheon period, Isis became the wife of Osiris and the mother of Horus and Ra.

Hence the evolution of Isis and Osiris. I hope that I haven't confused you all. It is a bit overwhelming to understand some of the Mythology and lives of the Goddess and Gods of Egypt but that goes for all counties around the world. I have done a few of African Gods and Greeks and they all have been a bit confusing. But very interesting I hope to you all. Well, its getting late and I should be getting to bed. love you all my dears

Your friend always Wendy...