May 30, 2023 8 min read Olympian Goddesses and Gods Coexistence

Marine Goddess Amphitrite. Oil Spill and Dolphins

Fierce marine goddess with a message. No place for dolphins in war among humans.

Festival Day - 30 May

Goddess Amphitrite in Mythology

Goddess Amphitrite is listed in Hesiod's Theogony among the Nereids’ seafaring sisterhood, daughter of Nereus and Doris; though she didn’t ever confirm this to me.

One ancient story told of how Poseidon wanted her as a bride, but she rejected his attention and sought sanctuary with the god Atlas until her whereabouts was discovered by a dolphin, and so she became his unwilling bride.

In Homer’s epic tale Odyssey Amphitrite did not take sides by way of help or hindrance for Odysseus.

Classification note: Amphitrite is not strictly an Olympian goddess, according to Hesiod's list of Goddesses and Gods. Since that classification cannot be independently confirmed, this site regards all Gods as Olympians.

Goddess Amphitrite Mythological references

Goddesses, Gods and You

What kind of Heaven do you expect. Soft fluffy paradise of eternity, or oblivion of nothingness? Out-of-body survival expert Margo Williams discovered a surprisingly simple system of management and afterlife recycling.

There are many goddesses and gods in the community. Speaking their name aloud evidently sends a signal; creates a link to wherever they are at any given moment. If it works for you as it worked for Margo, and they respond, be respectful but be yourself. Honesty and thoughtfulness are appreciated.

Sacrifice nothing but your time. Most of them seemed approachable and appreciated being remembered.

The ancient temples that still can be found in some places, although mostly broken, are huge monumental structures; impressive sacred spaces, their scale designed to impress, to be worthy of divine visitation.

However, it is not the size and splendour of any sacred space but the sincerity of the person seeking contact.

"What was the most unexpected discovery?" Nick Hammond asked out-of-body survivalist Margo Williams.

The Weird Thing About Passing

"Recruitment offers happen from time to time.

Every living person has two bodies; the second is the ghost body that can separate. What it is made of, I don’t know but it seems no different. Feels cold and heat and pain just the same but in some ways it is stronger.

This I discovered through experience.

Most people only separate from their physical body at the end of life. I am fortunate, or unfortunate, to do it more often. It is a gift, so I was told.

Happens without much warning too, leaving my body. Starts with the walls and ceilings - feels as if they close in on me - and then next moment I am floating upward and away from my body.

I cannot think and be in both bodies at the same time. The physical “shell” left behind is dormant as if asleep. I have no awareness of it or being in it.

But I am awake in this one.

Ghost Body is the Real Body

I soon discovered that a god or goddess could strip my spirit body from its shell. Initially it was possible to see and hear them without this happening but as time passed and the encounters became more challenging, I had to let them do so.

Perhaps it was this ability, and my acceptance of it, that was the reason why they responded in the way they did. Not the only reason, for example goddess Amphitrite wanted to get a message through about oil, war and dolphins.

Connection between bodies remains live so long as the umbilical-cord remains attached between the two, the dormant body stays alive.

There were times when that cord was stretched as thin as mist and could have been severed.

What happens if that happens, my guess is not good.

But other opportunities arise thereafter.

Amphitrite Arrival and Appearance

Amphitrite arrived in light; mauve, deep and rich as African violet, and shining with glistening patches of silver. I didn’t at first see her face or figure.

Of her presence I heard only deep husky voice.

"After a very long time it is gratifying to have homage paid. Thank you for welcoming me," she said. "I can be kind, and I can be hard, as no doubt you will learn in time."

Her voice sounded slightly staccato, too.

A female formed in the light. Not enough to discern features but a big female, brawny, muscular.

"The Gods of the winds blow strong around your country today," she said.

The wind did howl and shriek gale force that day.

"And we the great ones of the seas lash your coastlines. The fishermen who have small craft are frightened to set out on their journeys, so around your shores most of the sea life is safe.’

The figure moved toward me, quick as a fish through water.

"I take you that you may see some things.’ She seized hold of my wrist and pulled me away.

Another Weird Thing About Passing

Waves, towering dark grey ocean all around. I panicked, tried to thrash free of her harsh grip as she carried me underwater. ‘She’s trying to drown me!’

Amphitrite shook me hard. So I struggled wildly, kicked and lashed out with my free hand. She shook me again so violently, I almost lost consciousness.

I waited for the cold water to fill my lungs. What she wanted to show me was the end for I could not struggle free. So I waited.

And waited. Until I was certain I should be lost.

My lungs didn’t ache for air yet I could feel the water all around my body. A sudden jerk forward, she pulled me fast underwater close to the surface.

Panicked again. I still couldn’t see her body, just a shadow shape surging slightly ahead. But heard her voice clear through the water.

"You can experience oil."

Oil on the Body

She let go, the momentum carried me on forward like a torpedo.

Black hit me. Globs of thick black stuff everywhere. Filled my mouth. Burned my skin. Choking, I tried to reach the surface for air but oil gummed my mouth.

Sank down into the blackness.

Couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. My whole body burned. I had never felt so scared and so in pain. I wanted to die.

Someone grabbed hold of my wrist, yanked me upward through and then clear of the surface.

I was thrown back to my body. Fell on hands and knees, coughing and spluttering. Oil stench, burning pain. My eyes burned momentarily, then stopped. The sweet smell of incense, not oil-stinking air.

Breathed hard, sweet air, pure air. My eyes and ears were clear.

I tried to shake off the horror of those past few moments, but then felt her yank me away again.

Amphitrite and the Shipwreck

Dropped onto a small rock outcrop surrounded by black stinking ocean.

The air reeked of oil. I gagged. A quarter mile from the rock, a sinking ship listed in the burning black goo. Dead and dying fish bobbed at the stern where a small lifeboat was being lowered.

It jammed, two men fell into the sea.

"You did well."

I turned to find a female stood beside me on the rock, watching the damaged vessel.

A big female, bare-chested but with cloth around her muscular torso; big feet and hands. She towered over me easily ten feet tall, hair worn swept up and coiled on top of her head. Wisps of wet hair blew in the wind.

Not a sweet face, in fact she was quite hard-featured. Sharp-nose, pale turquoise eyes. She stared interestedly at me. "I expect you fear me. I am not gentle, I know."

No sign of oil on her skin, she glistened wet.

The two crewmen were covered in oil. They coughed and spluttered, yelled as best they could for help. Sinking, and I knew how that felt.

Amphitrite gestured. "One of them is the captain."

They struggled to survive in the water.

What is the Best Question to Ask After Passing?

Perhaps the first question for that lost seafarer on experiencing an end by drowning in oil and then separating might be: ‘Am I still the captain?’

Death changes the landscape. Just as I stood on that rock, while my body was asleep in the temple, he and his crew-member now were adrift in an unexpected ocean of new experience, peopled by females as powerful as males.

Amphitrite had firm hard hold of my wrist, she pulled me away from the wreck site, through water clear of oil but so deep and dark, I couldn’t see much at all.

But sure felt every rock on which I jarred knee or shoulder or fully banged into as we travelled fast under the ocean.

And when eventually we slowed to a stop I felt certain that all was deliberate.

War and Dolphins

Lights appeared above us.

Two surface vessels, a large ship and a smaller one some distance away.

Amphitrite swam between the two, toward a cluster of creatures thirty feet or so below the surface. They looked like dolphin with curious shaped heads.

As we approached, I saw they were dolphins wearing harnesses.

Amphitrite gestured. "The dolphins are being trained to swim out to the large ship," she said.

I touched the harness on the closest dolphin. Inside was a device that looked suspiciously like munitions. The dolphin let me unstrap the binding. The device wasn’t real, just a dummy but I let it fall away to the ocean bed far below.

Amphitrite insisted I remove them all.

"This has to be stopped," she said. "Dolphins are not to be used to fight for mortals."

The Gift Goddess Amphitrite Gave Me

The group pod chittered amusedly as she pulled me fast away through the water; then slowed when a swordfish swam toward me.

Two other big, dangerous-looking fish either side of it though I didn’t know what they were. I felt frightened even with Amphitrite beside me.

They came from both sides ahead but didn’t attack me. Instead they passed close.

Astonishingly as I watched, their fish-faces seemed slightly to change. They became human-like, female.

I thought I hallucinated as each fish either side wore the face of a woman with long flowing hair, though it looked like seaweed. The swordfish in front remained more fish-like, but a trick of the light endowed it dark brown shadow hair.

"That is the male," said Amphitrite adjusting her hold of me, so she had me by one arm and my own hair.

She pulled me to the surface. "I shall now take you back," she said. ‘I give you the gift of courage to face us. You also have my affectionate blessings.’

Amphitrite also gave me the gift, briefly, of seeing fish as people.

Thank you for your company on this short introduction to goddess Amphitrite. If you would like to know more about Margo Williams' experiences and suggestions for how to survive in the hereafter read this book. Now available from Amazon.