The God, Not The Bag & Belt

Over excellent white wine, my friends and I discussed the different archetypes and they pegged me as “Hermes.” Which was all Greek to me, although their more detailed explanation helped me realized that the description kinda fit me.

So I turned to Wikipedia and here’s what I got:

Hermes is the messenger of the gods in Greek mythology. An Olympian god, he is also the patron of boundaries and of the travelers who cross them… of thieves and road travelers, of orators and wit, of literature and poets, of athletics, of weights and measures, of invention, of general commerce, and of the cunning of thieves and liars.

His symbols include the tortoise, the rooster, the winged sandals, and the caduceus. The analogous Roman deity is Mercury.

He is the messenger of the gods. He is athletic and is always looking out for runners, or any athletes with injuries who need his help. Hermes is a messenger from the gods to humans. Hermes gives us our word “hermeneutics” for the art of interpreting hidden meaning.

Hermes was believed to have invented many types of racing and the sport of wrestling, and therefore was a patron of athletes.

Hermes is a deified trickster. Hermes also served as a psychopomp, or an escort for the dead to help them find their way to the afterlife (the Underworld in the Greek myths). In many Greek myths, Hermes was (one of the few gods) who could enter and leave the Underworld without hindrance.

Hm’kay. In my weird Piscean way of seeing things, I am amazed at how multifaceted this god is—he’s not some pristine goody-two-shoes (or winged feet). I especially liked the part about helping people find their way to the afterlife. I believe my third eye is blind, and my sixth sense is undeveloped. Yet I feel that I have a gift of helping people get over their deaths (“When we broke up, I just died!”) and make them see that there’s an afterlife.

But I’m also a trickster, so beware. (Cue in sound effects of thunder and evil laftir!)