Welcome to this Month’s Battle Of The Vases!
It’s vase-to-vase combat like you have never seen before!
How it works: We share two vases and YOU vote which is your favourite! The winner will then move on to the next round to face another competitor!
Last time, Father of the Sea and Phoenix Reborn battled to the death! In a HUGE upset to a reigning champ, your vote has determined that
Phoenix reborn has crashed back to the earth!
🤜 The Series so far 🤛
Gorgeous Vases of No Contact Wrestling
Pillar of Atlas
Iris En Ciel
Kermit The Vase
Make It Work
Hope Rising In Springtime
The Eye Of Horus
The Eye of Balor
Mother of Dragons
Father of the Sea
With the Sea winning, A fiery killer volcano is next up to try and take over!
It’s not an easy childhood, when all the tongues in the known universe are wagging about who your father is. Fortunately for Oceanus, there were only a few beings at that time and some of them didn’t even have tongues.
Just imagine Chaos with a tongue!
And it may be you; and that crack may form a mighty river.
If all that was not confusing enough, there where whispers among Oceanus’ parents, that maybe – in one of her more ‘fertile’ moods – his mother Gaia visited her omnigender parent Chaos.
In spite of all this, Oceanus knew enough to keep these whisperings hush hush. He did not want to rock the boat. There was already enough actual Chaos in the family.
15 Æons later . . .
Oceanus often questioned his brother Cronus’ growing power. Rather than fight him, Cronus gave him dominion of the river at the end of the world.
Little did Cronus know that this would be the river from which all water would come. A fact which came in pretty handy when your name has Ocean right in it. He is not Riverus after all…
As you may remember from a previous story, Cronus would eventually depose his father Uranus, and take his throne. This would be short lived, for Uranus’ son would do the same. Then Cronus and his Titan siblings asked Uranus to participate in quashing the rebellion of young upstart Zeus.
Fortunately, Oceanus and his wife Tethys were busy making babies too – in total about 3,000! Unlike his official father, Oceanus was a good dad. In the end this would save him! For all of his others siblings would lose the war against the new gods of Olympus and rather than fighting, Oceanus spent his time quietly making more babies, new rivers and their river gods, and of course the nymphs.
In the end it was the original river that Oceanus was cast down to that would act as a buffer against Tarturus (hell) where all of his Titan rebel siblings would be imprisoned.
Oceanus and Tethys were just glad they heeded the advice of legendary 1990’s Soothsayers TBoz, Left Eye and Chilli.
‘Madame Pele’s Flow’ tells the tale of a sometimes beautiful goddess who was right at home in the flames of raku. Not only could she sometimes appear as a beautiful woman, but also a white dog, even an old woman, but also a lava flow.
I wonder what picture she used on her tinder profile, and how many of her suitors got burned!
After reading this story, I don’t think any of her suitors will be asking her to go dutch!
Madame Pele, or Tutu Pele, has become well known for her power, passion, beauty and jealousy over the years. It makes you wonder why someone would challenge her to a race.
You just know someone is going to go down in this, the original flame war.
It was time again for the ever popular and fun houla races!
A houla is a wooden sled that is used to slide down steep stone slopes. A certain skilled houla rider, Papalauahi, was renowned for his skills. Bored by mediocre competition, he and the other chiefs decided to challenge Pele to a race.
Much to the delight of Papalauahi, he coasted easily to victory in the race, much to the cheers and applause of the other chiefs and spectators.
But this was not to be a ‘cool’ running.
Hell hath no fury like a god scorned!
Papalauahi might have been a mighty chief who won the race, but the victory party would become the hottest even on the island. Madame Pele in her rage would release a great flow of red hot lava that would overwhelm many of the spectators and chiefs, proving the age old advice of don’t play with fire – or a volcano goddess!
We can still see traces of the momentous race that occurred in lower Puna. Where stone trees/pillars of the those consumed by lava still stand today.
I guess they won’t be winning races anytime soon . . . or at all.