Dante’s Inferno Canto 1

In the middle of the journey of our life

I found myself astray in a dark wood

where the straight road had been lost sight of.

How hard it is to say what it was like

in the thick of thickets, in a wood so dense and gnarled

the very thought of it renews my panic.

It is bitter almost as death itself is bitter.

But to rehearse the good it also brought me

I will speak about the other things I saw there.

How I got into it I cannot clearly say

for I was moving like a sleepwalker

the moment I stepped out of the right way,

But when I came to the bottom of a hill

standing off at the far end of that valley

where a great terror had disheartened me

I looked up, and saw how its shoulders glowed

already in the rays of the planet

which leads and keeps men straight on every road.

Then I sensed a quiet influence settling

into those depths in me that had been rocked

and pitifully troubled all night long

And as a survivor gasping on the sand

turns his head back to study in a daze

the dangerous combers, so my mind

Turned back, although it was reeling forward,

back to inspect a pass that had proved fatal

heretofore to everyone who entered.


Thor’s day

Thursday, “Thor’s day” gets its English name after the hammer-wielding Norse god of thunder, strength and protection. The Roman god Jupiter, as well as being the king of gods, was the god of the sky and thunder. “Thursday” comes from Old English “Þūnresdæg.”

Jupiter is depicted as the chief god of sky and thunder who maintained his power with his thunderbolt.

Other iterations:

  • Middle English – thursday or thuresday
  • Old Norse– thorsdagr – Thor’s day
  • Old English– thunresdæg – Thunder’s day
  • Latin – dies Jovis – Day of Jupiter
  • Ancient Greek – hemera Dios – Day of Zeus


Tuesday comes from Old English “Tīwesdæg,” after Tiw, or Tyr, a one-handed Norse god of dueling. He is roughly equated with Mars, the Roman war god.

Týr sacrifices his arm to the monstrous wolf Fenrir, who bites off his limb while the gods bind the animal.

Týr is foretold to be consumed by the similarly monstrous dog Garmr during the events which unfold at the battle of Ragnarök.


Monday comes from Old English “Mōnandæg” named after Máni, the Norse personification of the moon.

He is brother to (Sól).

and the son of Mundilfari. Máni had a marriage or sexual union between a female jötunn.

Máni’s fate at Ragnarök in that “as part of the creation of the æsir, the cosmos, Máni must sacrifice himself and be destroyed at Ragnarök.


Enki is the Sumerian god of water, knowledge , mischief, and creation. Later known as Ea in Akkadian and Babylonian. He was originally patron god of the city of Eridu, but later the influence of his cult spread throughout Mesopotamia and to the Canaanites, Hittites and Hurrians. He was associated with the southern band of constellations called stars of Ea, but also with the constellation AŠ-IKU, the Field (Square of Pegasus). Beginning around the second millennium BCE, he sometimes gets referred to in writing by the numeric ideogram for “40“, occasionally referred to as his “sacred number“.

Apparently I’m messed up

Attention seeking

So in the words of so called friends, from all the “attention seeking” I’ve been trying to get by posting my sad life on social media I’m apparently messed up in the head.

It’s maybe got nothing to do with the fact I miss my great grandfather. Who died right in front of me when I was 8 and was my role model and man I looked up to.

Or the being held at knife point in my own home years later.

Or maybe being robbed in the USA for all my cash and jewellery. Then being thrown in Albany Prison with rapists and murderers for being put on the streets homeless in a foreign country.

Or being raped in the showers in said prison. Doped up to the eyeballs on meds by prison doctors to keep me subdued.

I’ve even been told to keep my posts off social media. I’ve never asked for pity or even told most of the above shit to anyone before.

Forget my freedom of speech, or just dealing in the only way I know how. My sadness is apparently pissing other people off.

Well FU so called friends, I’m a very emotional creature who is hurting. I’m an empath, I feel all the shit from everyone else and myself all rolled into one ball of festering putrid stink.

What started this from my friends you ask?

I was sat at the graveside of my great grandfather at midnight in the dark, big whoop. What does that matter to them? You all weren’t there with me.

It was actually the most peaceful and quiet place I’ve sat in for a bit. Just talking about nothing in particular and thinking how silly great granddad would think it all was. We used to visit mostly on weekends and have Sunday lunch. Watching the old TV shows from the 80s like Emerdale Farm or Crossroads. Or the bloody Holvis advert with the guy on his bike and the classical music in the background. Which always makes me think of great granddad.


It’s the same people who are “like, no matter what time of day or night message me if you need to chat”. Or the people who share suicide prevention post.

Well you know what, I did and do have suicidal thoughts. The other night I even took the toaster to the bathtub but I didn’t bother anyone or ask for anyone’s time. And it didn’t work the bloody rcb just tripped straight away.

Because everyone has their own lifes shit to deal with.

I smile and put the mask down every day.

And before any of you say this is just to get pity or followers or whatever, I’ve been sat with this for the last hour debating to post it or not. Indeed because of what people might think.

I don’t want your pity or false platitudes. This is just for me to admit to myself I’m not ok and that’s ok and if anyone is out there this might help.

Hopefully this will resonate with someone who is hurting too and know you are not alone my friend.