And the only thing worse than the weather was the company. Obviously we had no fun together.
None
whatsoever.
As the sun went down in the Tuscan sky, we drank and
danced and I had a great deal of fun… too much fun. At some point my memory
goes blank.
The next
day, with barely 24 hours left in Italy to complete a holy pilgrimage, I
hitched a ride to sultry Florence and then dragged my hungover body onto a
train for Rome. South east
of Rome is a lake called Nemi di Lago – Lake Nemi, or ‘Diana’s
mirror’. The ancients believed this lake to be divine, and dedicated the waters
to the Triple Goddess, Diana Nemorensis (one of the triplicate deities from
whom the Christian church appropriated the Trinity doctrine, not to mention from which the cult of Mary worship evolved). Her sacred grove
on the lakeshore was tended by a warrior-priest called Rex Nemorensis (King of
the Grove). Rex Nemorensis lived by his wits and his savagery, knowing that a
contender for his position might appear any day. The priesthood could only pass
to a runaway slave who had nothing left to lose, for whom the prospect of a temporary respite before a violent death was still preferable to returning and being killed. He was required to break a bough from the sacred oak tree in the grove if he could, and then kill the current priest in a fight to the death. Rex Nemorensis was one of the
earlier examples of the historically recurrent Messiah motif – the divine king
who must die and be reborn.
If you cannot imagine why I desperately needed to visit this place then
you do not know me. I arrived in Rome at 6pm – much later than desired – and
narrowly made a regional train connection with only three minutes to spare.
After an hour I reached Albano Laziale and failed spectacularly at finding a
taxi to take me the remaining 9km to my destination. My hope began
to fade and I imagined myself dejectedly giving up on my mission. But a kind
Romanian woman named Maria took me under her wing and escorted me on a public bus to the
village Genzano, walking distance from Lake Nemi.
As I
arrived at the Lake, the sun was receding from the top of the hills with an
evanescent ruby glow. I descended to the shore with mounting excitement,
already basking in the success of my mission. Dragonflies
hovered above and swallows danced. The sky darkened into navy hues, turning
the moon into a dazzling cosmic pearl that cast a spell upon my brain.
When I
finally left the water and put on fresh clothes, fireflies had come out to
dance in the night air. Like guardian spirits of the Lake, these haunting
will-o-wisps pulsed golden light to the rhythm of a human heartbeat and
filled the air with a sparkling magic effect. I walked alongside the Lake,
flooding the space around with me with love and appreciation, even when I
reached the dark grove that had lurked ominously in the twilight on the way in.
Here the darkness solidified and took on foreboding forms. I could feel the resentment of the dead for the living. How many priests of Diana died violently
in that place? The echo of their brutal deaths still remained and I could feel their menace and hostility pressing against my mind. So I opened my arms wide in surrender and let them do their worst, knowing that I offered something more appealing to them than revenge.
“You are loved!” I said over and over to the malignant shadows, “you are loved!”
“You are loved!” I said over and over to the malignant shadows, “you are loved!”
The
fireflies surrounded me all the way up to the top of encircling hills and I
both laughed and cried for joy, energised and vitalised as though from a night
of deep rest.
“From the still glassy lake that sleeps
Beneath Aricia’s trees
Those trees in whose dim shadow
The ghastly priest doth reign,
The priest who slew the slayer,
And shall himself be slain”
Beneath Aricia’s trees
Those trees in whose dim shadow
The ghastly priest doth reign,
The priest who slew the slayer,
And shall himself be slain”