Medeia: The Myth Lost to Time
A forgotten story of Colchis, Crete, and the woman history remembered as Medea.
Not even the wildest fantasies of the mythological world have ever told this story. But can we be certain that somewhere, hidden beneath the ashes, there is no forgotten text—a story that may never have reached us and may never reach the reader of today?
And perhaps, in that lost story, Medea meets her Minoan cousin so that together they may mourn the fate awaiting them. Armed with the sorcery inherited from their mighty grandfather, Helios, could they already sense the abyss for which the world was preparing them?
Not even the wildest fantasies of the mythological world have ever told this story. But can we be certain that somewhere, hidden beneath the ashes, there is no forgotten text—a story that may never have reached us and may never reach the reader of today?
And perhaps, in that lost story, Medea meets her Minoan cousin so that together they may mourn the fate awaiting them. Armed with the sorcery inherited from their mighty grandfather, Helios, could they already sense the abyss for which the world was preparing them?
Everything begins in childhood, yet this part of Medea’s life seems to have been forgotten. Who was the little princess? What delighted her? How did she spend her days?
She grew up in Colchis, a land where, according to legend, rivers of milk flowed and fountains of honey sprang from the earth; a land that guarded one of the greatest treasures of the ancient world—the Golden Fleece. The little princess must have been a cherished granddaughter of Helios, destined to carry forward the magical inheritance of her aunt Circe.
She must have been the little queen of the forest, a fairy among the magical creatures of Colchis—the daughter of a nymph who, upon the blue, shimmering surface of the River Phasis, was already beginning to glimpse the contours of her extraordinary life.
Oh, but no one remembered this Medea then!
Before Jason: Medea and Asterion
Medea—the princess of the zoomorphic beings hidden within the mist-shrouded forests of Colchis, the chosen child of her grandfather Helios...
Helios sent her to the court of Minos, to her aunt Pasiphaë. He presented his wish as nothing more than a visit to her distant cousins... But that was not quite the whole story—a story I fully allow myself to imagine might once have taken place.
First, Medea undergoes a period of incubation in the temple of Hecate, and during those very three days and three nights, her penteconter, as though breathed into motion by the spirit of the Sun God, sets its course toward the shores of Crete...
There is a prince there, already condemned to solitude. Before long, his name will become synonymous with a monster...
Asterion—the darkest heir of the brightest of gods, Helios—is waiting for Medea.
Medea, Asterion—the shadow-loving heroes of my imagination... They have no peaceful place upon the earth. Instead, they have a place within the abysses of the Seventh Heaven, where the rays of the sun can never reach—Psychogenochora. A place where the shades of those heroes gather who burned their very existence in the fire of life.
Echoes of Ancient Colchis
Fragments of a world that once surrounded Medea—Colchis not only as myth, but as a land of extraordinary beauty, wealth, and memory.
Ancient Colchis was a kingdom of the eastern Black Sea, centered largely in what is today western Georgia. In different periods, the lands associated with Colchis extended along the Black Sea coast, from the region of ancient Trapezus (modern Trabzon) in the south toward the Caucasian coast in the north.
The ancient Colchian gold shown here belongs to the archaeological heritage of Georgia. Magnificent examples of Colchian goldwork, including treasures discovered at Vani and other ancient sites, are preserved in the collections of the Georgian National Museum. These objects are tangible echoes of the land that Greek mythology remembered as the kingdom of the Golden Fleece.