The myth of the love between Cupid and Psyche is one of the best love stories out there. Perhaps this story is where more can see how many of the themes of ancient myths have become popular fairy tales. In it shows perseverance when Cupid is owned by the passion and Psyche, who has to overcome numerous works to achieve happiness of love.
Cupid was the personification of amorous desire intense, which ended in confusion.
Psyche, a beautiful damsel in mythology personifies the human soul, is the symbol of the soul purified by passions and misfortunes, ready to enjoy, in love, of eternal happiness. Some authors attribute a daughter with Cupid: the Sensuality.
The story goes like this ...
There was a time a king, father of three wonderful daughters. The youngest, Psyche, was much more beautiful than her two sisters and next to them looked like a goddess among mere mortals. The fame of her beauty spread throughout the land and everywhere men were put on the way to admire with worship and pay homage rendered as if it were an immortal. It was even say that Venus herself could not compete with it. And the more and more came before it, the less they remembered Venus. The temples of the goddess were abandoned, their altars covered with cold ashes and cities dedicated to the goddess turned into ruins. All honor is reserved until then taxed at a mere girl, destined to die in the not too distant future.
The goddess could not accept this situation and as usual he was in trouble, needed help from his son, who some called Cupid and other love, and against which no protection arrows in heaven or on earth. He told his troubles, and, as always, ready to obey his orders. "Use your power - she said - and let this little shameless to fall in love with the most vile and despicable creature on the world." He certainly would have done if Venus, forgetting all the rage of jealousy that this beauty could excite the same God of Love would not have shown before Psyche. When he had seen, felt the same Cupid with heart pierced by one of his arrows. Nothing his mother said, the truth is I had no strength to utter a single word and Venus left convinced that the fate of Psyche was cast.
Things, however, occurred in different ways as she thought. Psyche fall in love never thought of an evil, in fact, no one fell in love and, stranger still, no one loved her. The men were paid in contemplation, admiring, adoring, then went past and married another. His two sisters, though infinitely less seductive, had held two lavish weddings, each with a king. Psyche, the most beautiful, sad and lonely, always admired but never loved. It seemed that no man would want his wife and this caused great concern to parents. His father tried to find through the oracle of Delphi a good husband to Psyche. The god consented to reply, but his prophecy was terrible. Apollo decreed that Psyche, dressed in black crape, should be taken to the summit of a hill and stay there alone, the husband that he would go, a winged serpent, terrible and more powerful than the gods themselves, would come to her and would his wife ...
can not imagine the despair that gripped those whom the Father of Psyche was so sad news. It prepared the young for their funerals, and more complaints that if they were taking her to the tomb was taken to the hill. Solo Psyche remained cheerful and determined. "But to mourn for me," he said, must do so in this beauty has earned me the envy of heaven. Go now, and know that I want to hasten the end. " Desperate left all, leaving their fate to the radiant and unfortunate girl and locked her in his palace to mourn her the rest of his days.
Over the Hill and in the midst of darkness, Psyche sat waiting. While shaking and crying, in the calm night came to her a slight breeze, the fresh wind of Zephyr, the softer winds. He felt himself lifted. Feet slid through the air on the rocky hill to a meadow soft and fragrant as a bed for flowers. He made it possible to forget their sorrows and slept. Then woke up beside a clear stream to the side of which rose a stunning and magnificent castle. Seemed destined for a god, with columns of gold, silver walls and floors inlaid with precious stones. There was absolute silence. The interior seemed deserted and Psyche cautiously approached and frightened at the sight of such splendor. Remained apprehensive in the doorway when she caught a noise, do not see anyone, but I heard the words clearly: "The house is for you," he said. Sign in without fear and bathe, cool off, then will you honor the banquet table. "
never taken a bath or tasted such delicious dishes as nice. While eating, he heard a sweet music around, like a harp accompanying a large choir.'s heard but not seen her. All day she was alone, accompanied only by the voices she heard. But without podérselo explain sensed that her husband would come after dark. And he did. When I felt close himself and heard his voice softly whispered in her ear, her fears disappeared. Without even seeing him, was certain it was not a monster and had a terrible but was the loving husband who had so long desired.
Although this presence could not satisfy fully mediated, however he was happy and the time went fast for her. But one night, her beloved husband invisible spoke very seriously and warned that a great danger threatened him in the form of his two sisters. "They return to the hill where you have gone to mourn for you," he said. But it is not getting caught. If they do will cause me great pain and you destroy yourself. " He promised not to be seen and spent the next day in tears, thinking of her sisters and a prohibition that was not comfort them. But still cried more when her husband returned and even the caresses lavished him could dry her tears. At last, with great disgust, he gave: "Do what you want," he said but, I repeat, are looking for your ruin, your own destruction. " After solemnly explained that not be persuaded by anyone to try him because he would have separated from him forever. Psyche obeyed amid protest, preferring to die a hundred times to live without it. "But grant me the joy of seeing my sisters," she begged. Sadly, he gave him leave.
next day, led by Zephyrus, the two sisters descended from the mountain. Alegre, heart pounding with excitement, Psyche was waiting, his joy was great. Long time elapsed before the three managed to speak, his joy was great and could only speak in whispers. Finally entered the palace and the two older sisters stirred up all the wonderful treasures. In an opulent feast heard wonderful music. And envy, bitter envy and a consuming curiosity took possession of them. Who was the owner of such magnificence? Who was the husband of his sister? They wanted to know but Psyche, who kept his word, just told them that her husband was a young man who was participating in a hunt. Then they filled hands of gold and jewels and requested that the Zephyr return to the hill. Psyche left, but the fire of jealousy burn their hearts. Compared with Psyche, riches and happiness themselves seemed to them nothing, and grew so jealous anger in them that came together to plot the downfall of his sister.
That night Psyche's husband once again warned not to return to see her sisters. But she said that I could not see them. "I had to forbid him to see his sisters whom he loved so much? He gave back and then the two sisters became ruinous. They brought very concrete plans. The halting words of his sister and their contradictory answers when asked to describe her husband, fueled his curiosity. They were convinced that not only Psyche had not seen it yet, but even know his identity. Not shared their suspicions, but reproached him to conceal this sad situation to her sisters. They had understood, he said, and were certain that her husband was not a man, but rather the horrible snake foretold by the oracle of Apollo. The sweet was shown at the moment, but one night would be shed on it to devour.
Psyche, dismayed that the terror he felt invaded his heart and was slowly killing their love. Often wondered why he did not allow him, and suspected he must have some compelling reason for it, what he really wise? If it was so horrible, why did he hide the cruelty of their sight? Sad, trembling and stammering, he suggested to his sisters could not deny what they said, because until that time her husband had owned but in the deepest darkness. "You must hide something so horrible to fear the light of day," she said sobbing, and asked for advice.
They already had it all planned, as they prepared in advance. Psyche had to hide a sharp knife and a lamp beside his bed. When her husband was sound asleep, she would rise, light the lamp and wielding the knife, would nail in the figure that the light was horrible discovery.
The left overwhelmed by doubt and out of sorts, not knowing what to do. She loved him and he was her loving husband ... All day his thoughts were fighting in it. When night came, he had abandoned the struggle. She was determined to kill ...
When he slept peacefully, she took on value and lit the lamp. Walking on the toes and approached the bed, bringing the light, saw what he had before his eyes. Oh, his heart felt a deep relief and more sublimated ecstasy! The Light did not see a monster, but the most beautiful creatures. Overcome by the shame of his folly and his lack of confidence, Psyche knelt and if the knife had fallen from his trembling hands would have stuck in your own breast. But while he was leaning over him, looking so beautiful, a drop of lamp oil fell on the back of that beautiful youth. Started up, saw the light and saw the distrust of Psyche, and wordlessly left. Psyche
ran after him. I could not see, but heard his voice speaking to him. He gave his name and sadly said goodbye: "Love can not live without trust" and with those last words left her. "The god of love," she thought "it was my husband and I, miserable, I had no faith in his word. Is it gone forever?. Anyway, she thought, full of courage, I can spend the rest of my life searching. If he does not love me because I know to show my love. " And he set out aimlessly, only knew one thing: never give up to find again.
Meanwhile, he went to meet his mother to ask her to heal his wound, but when Venus knew his history and knew what Psyche had intended, full of anger left him alone with his sadness. Went to find the girl whose case had deadly jealous. Venus was determined to show what it costs Psyche escape the wrath of a goddess.
Poor Psyche, in her lonely wandering, trying to reconcile with the gods. I ran continuous and ardent pleas, but none of them wanted to earn the enmity of Venus. Psyche finally realized that the gods did not offer hope and took a quick decision. Would go to Venus, would be offered to serve and try to appease their anger. "And who knows," he said-who knows if he will not be at home with his mother. " And he set out to find the goddess, who in turn was looking for.
When the two met, Venus laughed and said with contempt if he sought a husband, who had and who refused to see her after he escaped death from the burns that she cause. "But in truth," said the goddess, you are so blatant and so little you care about your appearance that never find a boyfriend. To give proof of my good will I'll show you how. " Asked many of the smaller seeds, wheat, poppy, millet and others, and mixed in a single stack. "For your own sake, see that all are separated for this afternoon," said the goddess. And with these words he left.
Psyche left alone and, seated, looked at the pile of seeds. There was no cruelty in her head of this order as baffled. also seemed to be useless to make a very difficult job execution. But she never awoke compassion to anyone in the world of mortals and of immortals, in this plight aroused the pity of the smallest of creatures, the ants. "Come, pity on this poor creature, let us help soon," they said to each other. All responded to this call, came en masse and worked busily separating and stacking, and what was a shapeless heap became a well-ordered set of heaps, each consisting of a variety of seed. This was found Venus to return, and seeing she was furious. "Still have not finished your job," he said. took a piece of bread and ordered Psyche to sleep on the floor, as she lay on his bed soft and fragrant.
If he could force a long and painful hard work and even starving him, hideous beauty of this girl I could not resist. Meanwhile, prevent your child leave the room was still, suffering from his wound. Venus was pleased by the turn events were taking
The next morning he thought of a new work for Psyche, a dangerous task. "Down in the river, where they grow some thick bushes, are lambs with the golden fleece. Go and get me some of your bright wool. When young, exhausted, she reached the stream, she tried to jump in and finish their sentences so. But when bending heard a faint voice that seemed to leave the ground. Lowered eyes and noticed that the voice came from the rose. He said I should not drown, because the things he had wrong. The lambs were very nervous and disturbed, but if Psyche waited a moment ago that came out of their pens for resting and watering the creek bank, would only have to enter the pens and pick up the flakes of wool caught on the brambles.
Thus spoke the sweet and gentle rose and picked up his advice Psyche lot of gold thread for his cruel mistress. Venus received her with icy smile. "Someone helped you," he brusquely rebuked you alone you would not have been possible. I'll give you another chance to prove that your heart is as determined as you appear. Do you see that as black water coming down the hill? Is the birth terrible and hated the river, the Styx. Fill this bottle. " It was the hardest test that had been imposed. Psyche realized to reach the waterfall. The surrounding rocks were steep and slippery, the water rushed in places so steep that only a winged creature could approach. And indeed, helped an eagle. Planned with its huge wings around when he saw Psyche and pitied her. With his beak he took the bottle from his hands, filled with black water and handed it back.
But Venus realized. Everything that happened the most difficult tests incited. gave Psyche a box with the order to take into Hades and pray to Proserpina, queen of the underworld, to dip into it a little beauty. Psyche should insist without fainting and made to understand that Venus suffered Proserpina urgent need, as it was faded and worn out to care for her sick child. Obedient as always, Psyche went to seek the path that led to Hades. When going to a tower it offered to guide her and pointed the direction that would lead to the palace of Proserpine, was first going through a big hole in ground and then the river of death that should give a coin to ferryman Charon to transport her to the other side. There down the road straight to the palace. Cerberus, the three-headed dog, guarded the doors, but if she gave him a sweet amansaría and allowed to enter.
Everything happened as the tower announced. Persephone did not want to serve more than Venus, Psyche, very lively, took the box and returned faster than had been.
Driven by curiosity, and more yet his vanity, he wanted to see the charm that the box contained and, if possible, use a little of herself. Like Venus, she knew that her beauty was resented by the sufferings and never left him for a moment the idea of \u200b\u200brecovering Cupid. I wish I could again become more beautiful for it! Unable to resist the temptation and opened the box and found nothing great disappointment, was empty. Then a mortal decay grabbed it and fell into a deep sleep.
intervened At this critical moment the god of love Cupid's wound had healed and longed to find back to Psyche. Hard to love. Venus had closed the doors, but there were windows. Any easier for Cupid to escape one of them and look for his wife. At a time when the dream started in the eyes of Psyche and locked him in the box. After his wife woke up with a kiss. Scolded her a little curiosity, told him to take his mother's box Proserpina and assured him that everything would henceforth a happy ending. While
Psyche hastened to obey, the god of Love went to Olympus. Venus wanted to make sure you do not put more difficulties and referred the case to Jupiter. The father of gods and men quickly agreed on everything that Cupid asked. He summoned the gods and announced (to Venus and others) that Cupid and Psyche were officially married and to grant immortality to the wife. Psyche mercury rose into the sky and placed in the palace of the gods. Jove himself made him taste the ambrosia that gave him immortality. This, of course, changed the situation. Venus could no longer censor the goddess who had become his beautiful daughter. Imposing a well thought alliance and Psyche, living in heaven with her husband, it would lack time to fall to the ground, grab the attention of men and interfere in their worship.
all ended happily. Love and Soul (which is what Psyche in Greek) was searched and after hard tests were found. And this union should not ever break.
Blessings!
~ Wow, long time without checking this, since it is assumed it had closed (?) ... I do not know, derrepente felt a huge desire to deahogarme and write in my past ... emm things .. I are proving, as always ... Fall after fall, I do everything wrong, everything blew it ... some things are for life in me, I feel horrible, as if you were on the banks of a eificio about to throw the sole afraid to let others, my stomach hurts, my throat also. I think I need my quiet life back, as was a couple of months, needless worry about people without returning to the acuteness of the maddening chaos of having this in mind 24 hours day, 7 days a semana.Quiero walk alone in these moments, for some quiet and wooded ... I'm still looking for those colors ... dextrose me know that it never ends, that the downturns come and go, as the graph of an exponential function with the "x" negative ... almorsé and take frozen y. .. I should not today (?)... should be happy, people are living worse and desire are not going ... looong time ago did not cry so hard ... it hurts me to the face for it ... ~ ~ 
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