Iris is the personification of the rainbow in Greek mythology. She is the daughter of Thaumas, who in turn is the son of Pontus and Gaia. Gaia is the personification of the Earth: Mother Earth. And Pontus is the god of the sea, father of the fish. Thaumas, by the way, is taken from the Greek word thaumatos which means "miracle" or "wonder”, and Thaumas has another daughter, Harpyiai, who is the personification of the whirlwinds.
On the other hand, and nowhere near as grand, yet equally miraculous, if I do say so myself, is little old me. My name, Thomas, means twin. In Greek, I’m Didymus. In the bible, Thomas was referred to as Doubting Thomas, and, on occasions, I find myself doubting my abilities, information I come across, other people’s motives and so on. I suppose I have no more or less doubt than anybody else, but at times I seem to think that everyone around me can do what they need to do with ease, whereas I ‘wonder’ if I can do it myself.
Anyway, moving my doubt to one side (actually casting it far away from me and forbidding it to ever return!), that isn’t the only connection I have with my namesakes from ancient history.
I have a long running battle at times with my hair. Yes, I understand that when talking about Greek gods, my hair is the least of anybody’s worries, particularly the Greek gods themselves. However, sometimes my hair problems are not caused simply by my hair. Sometimes, they are caused by a sudden gust of wind, a whirlwind perhaps – and the wind – and hair for that matter – is attributed to Thaumas’ daughter Harpyiai. It’s strange how some things we write about often, yet have no idea as to how they are connected and relevant to us on a more deeper, hidden level.
This connection to Harpyiai isn’t the only odd connection I have to Thaumas and therefore the Greek gods.
When I applied for my latest job, I asked for a sign from the Universe to let me know if the outlook was good after my interview. I asked to see a rainbow. At the time, I had no idea that rainbows had a personification, least of all it being Iris. I walked around the corner from the office building where the interview took place, and, in the sky, almost filling the sky, directly in front of me, was the biggest and brightest rainbow I had ever seen. There was no doubt (!) that this was my sign. Unfortunately, I haven’t been particularly grateful to the Universe for it giving me this sign, as I have done nothing but moan about my work ever since. However, in the eyes of the Universe (see what I did there – Iris – eyes!), it thinks that I am happy at work because I am constantly thinking about all of the bad things that happen at work, and, through the Laws of the Universe, and in particular the Law of Attraction, we get back what we think about, negative or positive. So, I’m getting what the Universe thinks I want. This is something I need to turn around, and the reason why doubt must be cast away. I can’t change if I doubt that I can.
Anyway, back to my connection to the Greek gods. Apart from my obvious Adonis physique, which links me to another post for a future time (and the Seventeenth Century, funnily enough!), I love the Earth. Many people do, and Thaumas’ mother is Gaia, goddess of the Earth. This is an easy connection.
Thaumas’ father, Pontus, is the sire of all of the sea creatures. The fish. Pisces is the sign of the Zodiac represented by two fish swimming in opposite directions. Twin means two, Thomas means twin, and I’m Piscean. Everything is linked when you look closely enough! I also like water.
On a stranger, yet more subtle connection, there is one musical instrument that I have always wanted to learn to play. I have written about it in previous posts, as I have everything else that I have mentioned in passing above; my name, the rainbow, the hair, the fact that I have the body of Adonis – I mean I’m Piscean, and that I love the Earth and the Universe. The instrument is the harp. I love the sounds, I like the way it looks. I hope that one day I’ll be able to play the harp, and play it well. The connection is simply the names of the daughters of Thaumas. Iris and Harpyiai. Irish Harp.
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