There can be no wretch in mythology born into such abject
circumstances worse than the Minotaur. A half-man half-bull monster who never
asked to be born in that way. An abomination. Too grotesque and shameful for
the world to see. His stepfather's greed for sacrificing what was a gift
from a god that is due back to that god. His mother's bestial lust for
that bull, the curse of a god. Cast into a dark forlorn labyrinth, all alone
except for his stepsister's comforting words and the horrifying food he was given
ritually every seven years of seven virgin males and females from Greece. His
gruesome and miserable life was brought to an end by a golden boy, a hero,
always adulated and cherished - Theseus. This is the story of his release from
a miserable life as told by him.
The Minotaur speaks to us his lament:
I never asked to be born in this way. What
kind of a god punishes the innocent for another's sin? My stepfather, King Minos,
was greedy for the bull gifted to him by Poseidon. King Minos wanted a
magnificent white bull from Poseidon, the God of the Sea. Seeing Minos's piety
and devotion to him, the master of the sea gifted him the most magnificent
white bull that Gaia, Goddess of the Earth, will never bestow on a mortal. The
bull strode out of the emerald blue of the sea and headed straight to King
Minos. Minos was thrilled beyond his ability to contain himself. Never had he
or anyone beheld such a wondrous sight. Ivory-hued, gentle-eyed, sweet-smelling, and beautiful of disposition was the bull from the sea. Minos prepared a
special stable for the bull and spent days and nights admiring the creature. He
fed it with the beast olives and gave it to drink the sparkling water from the
peak of Mount Ida.
The high priestess cautioned Minos that
any gift from the gods must be returned in some form to them. The gods give
nothing for free, however much a mortal deserved it. Minos didn't listen to
her. Her emphatic pleas fell on ears that might as well be filled with wax. I
know the priestess. Richly dressed in finest cloth, splashed in vibrant colors
laid out in stripes. Her long hair, well combed and dressed, hung down to her
chest. The high priestess and her priestesses didn't hate, loath, or fear me.
They pitied me and often spoke to me through holes in the ceiling of the labyrinth.
King Minos, my stepfather, is still pink
with yesterday's blessings. Still strong despite the silver in his hair. Strong
of appearance. An indomitable and powerful man who exuded power. Wise,
clever yet heartless, merciless and cold. he ruled with an iron fist. The
Greeks dreaded him while his people adulated him, though they secretly feared
him.
My mother, Queen Pasiphae, didn't want
anything to do with me. She, my mother, knowledgeful of the curse on Minos and
helpless to act against the magic of a god, abandoned me. Too ashamed, she hid in the palace. Ariadne, my half-sister told me that my mother was once
so beautiful, and had now become as haggard as a crone when she beheld me at my birth. She
screamed in terror at the monster she had borne. Now she sits alone in her
chamber, attended by handmaidens. Ariadne told me even a gorgon will shudder at
the sight of her.
Ariadne was beautiful, with long dark
hair, milky white of complexion and her soul, pure as gold. My comfort, my
solace, and beloved sister. She alone in my half family was the only real
family I had. Yet, when Theseus arrived, she too betrayed me and in turn
betrayed by her lover. She escaped the insanity that surrounded me when Theseus
arrived on Crete's resplendent shores.
My mind was haunted with the cries of my
sacrificial victims. I long lost count of the number of young men and women I
had killed and devoured. Their screams of fear, their anguish as well they
entered the gloomy poorly lit labyrinth. That was how I came to be cast as a
cannibal, a hideous monster whose mouth drools with wine red blood and yellow
mucus filled spit. My head sporting ivory horns, a face that will even make a
Gorgon shudder with terror, an evil demonic entity, cast away from sight. Do
you think that I am a beast so cruel that I eat people? Eat the virginal
innocents sent to me to avenge my stepbrother, Androgeus's, death at the hands
of jealous Athenian youths. What is it to me if the Athenians were jealous of a
capable athlete like Androgeus? I never knew him but I sympathise for his death
for beloved Ariadne.
For many years I have been incarcerated in
this dank cold gloomy prison-the labyrinth. The putrid stench of rotting human
remains, and my own bodily waste made the air so rancid, that I left some
parts of the labyrinth free so that I can breathe easily. You have no idea of
what abject squalor is until you are imprisoned in an awful lamentable place
like I am. It is dimly lit with torches thrown into it from trapdoors in the
above ceiling that punctuate the ceiling by terrified slaves. With the torches,
chunks of meat and beakers of water are regularly thrown at me as if I was a
lowly unwanted dog when there was no human meat to devour. I stalk the twisting
turning winding corridors of my filthy but ingeniously designed labyrinth. This
doleful gulf, the labyrinth is my torment for something that was never my
doing.
A person is a monster if you allow
that person to be a monster. We are not born monsters. We are made into
monsters. We become what others think we are or want us to be by allowing not
us to be good people. We are never given any chance of redemption. We are never
allowed to rise above our predicament. We react in kind and are pronounced as
monsters without realizing that we merely react to how we are treated because
we are helpless. If they can get some chance of redemption, if they can get
some sort of reprieve, they will do so, even if it is near the time for them to
die.
But today I think it will be my last on
this horrid island so paradoxically set in the emerald blue of the splendid
Aegean Sea. Today Ariadne told me that a splendid magnificent and handsome
prince from Athens is here. His name is Theseus. He has come with virgin young
men and women. Ariadne told me that Daedalus has given her a ball of string-
the clue- to help Theseus find and kill me. She too will leave this awful island
with her lover, in spite of her tyrannical and merciless cruel father. Ariadne
had earlier bargained with mighty Zeus, the all father, that I will go to
Elysium when I die. Zeus, tired of Minos's cruelty towards me and Poseidon’s,
his brother, indifference towards me, in a great vision appeared to Ariadne,
and agreed with her that I will go to Elysium. We agreed that it is only way I
can get out of my misery and spare others of their suffering- the poor Greek
boys and girls.
Into this woeful doleful and hideous gulf
come the Greek youths. Seven innocent boys and seven innocent girls. Fear not
my brave Greeks, today the Minotaur will be no more. Your prince, the Greek
golden boy-Theseus, will slay me. Ha ha! In your silly face king Minos, Theseus
is being helped by Ariadne, your sweet princess, I hope that that Greek golden
boy dispatches you after me.
Wait! Now comes a cry calling my name. It
is my liberator. I must do battle. I am the Minotaur, the slayer, the monster,
but you do not know this, the fighter. I will die fighting. I reach for my
double-bladed battle axe and sally forth. Happily, and merrily and with bravery
I will die. For today, I will be free.
I saw the dimly lit hero and he saw me. He
charged roaring like a boy on a testosterone
fueled charge, and I, with a mighty roar
that can shake mighty Olympus, making the ceilings to collapse, it pillars to
fall in a thunderous crash. Charge I did and we fought. A sapling is what this
Greek golden boy is, but a doughty fighter nonetheless. Finally, in a clever
thrust of his sword into my heart, I felt a sharp pain. OH! What paradoxically
sweet pain. For in pain I died. Breathing one last roar and blowing my final
breath into my slayer's face, I die. I the Minotaur have breathed my last.
Soon, in Elysium's golden fields I will stride. Mighty and proud, but feared
not, the Minotaur.