We found what was probably this
shrine room with its stone altar - and discovered someone had been
there before us! An offering of coloured stones and pebbles had
been placed on the altar, and it was exciting to think that perhaps
other Goddess-celebrating people had been there to once again honour
Her at her shrine. The site seemed to us so alive with the spirits
of the people who had lived there, it was as if the last 4000 years
had gone nowhere, and we kept half-expecting to see one of them
coming around the corner with some grain for grinding, or with
an offering for the Goddess at the shrine. As the sun set behind
the
mountains and twilight began to gather, we reluctantly said goodbye
to our ancestors and left this powerful
Goddess settlement.
The next day, having spent a lazy
day basking in the Cretan heat and cooling in the azure Libyan
sea, we
journeyed into the mountains late in the afternoon. Winding our
way ever higher, the narrow, twisting road snaked its way past
olive groves, terraced fields and hilltop villages. The higher
we climbed, the more abundantly fertile the land
appeared to become. We came at last to a dusty limestone track,
which would take us the final two kilometres to the three-hilltop
settlement and sacred C3rd BCE temple of Presos that we were seeking.
This is a fascinating
site, for it appears that after the disasters that
beset the Minoan people (eruption of Thera and invasion of the
Myceneans) the remnants of that once-great civilisation retreated
into this mountain fastness, where they constructed this first
Eteocretan city. Here they preserved their language and culture
into the Greek period, and have been considered as the first
or original Cretans.

To find the site,
we had little to go on - its location is only scantily and somewhat
cryptically described in the Guidebooks, but following our instinct
and intuition we arrived at the foot of the first of the three
hills (called First Acropolis). We were immediately struck by the
richness of the place, alive with bird song, the constant humming
buzz of bees and a heady fragrance of many wild and flowering herbs.
As we climbed over ancient stone terraces, the energy of the Sun,
stored in the earth, radiated all around us. The welcome shade
of an olive tree gave some respite as we reached the entrance to
the remains of the sacred temple.
Many exotic creatures
and unfamiliar plants inhabited this place: a snake, basking on
the stones of the fallen ruins, slid away to ground as we approached;
a lime-green spider hung motionless in the stillness of the air;
a perfectly camouflaged cicada disguised herself amongst the
yellowed grasses; and buzzards wheeled overhead.
Surrounded by the craggy ridges
of the blue-grey mountains, we sat and talked of the ancient ones,
and the relationship between what the first people saw and experienced
here and the
presence of the
Goddess. We felt Her very strongly in the spiral pathways of the
bees, the song of the birds, the healing properties of the herbs
and the nourishment provided by the land, the waters and the living
spirit of this sacred place. The stunning setting of the hills
which greeted the people when they first arrived here must have
been awe-inspiring - a rich, fertile land in which to establish
a settlement, and a natural hilltop on which to honour the Goddess
who blessed them with such abundance. Cradled in the shelter of
the mountains, the hills formed an idyllic and magical homeland
for them.
We sat for a long time speculating as to the actual layout of
the three hills. There was a saddle between the two peaks where
the ancient city stood, and on the second hill (Acropolis)
houses were built into the slope. The third hill contained
an altar with rock-cut steps, marking a sanctuary that had
been in use from the C8th-5th BCE and later
became a small temple.
We recognised and identified what
we thought were the first two hills, but the third remained elusive,
and we thought we would have to leave it, since we needed to return
down the winding mountain roads before the light faded. But the
Goddess had not yet revealed herself totally to us. In fact she
took us on a figure-of-eight detour, higher up the mountain road
to Nea Pressos, and then back by a different route to the site,
where suddenly the whole picture fell into place, and we could
clearly see the three hills.
The daylight was fading as we set off on our return journey,
excited at our discoveries and delighting in the ways She
had spoken to us. But She had not finished yet! As we left
the mountain track and met with the main road, we looked
back across to the silhouetted mountain range and there
was the beautiful light of the full moon rising rapidly
over the temple hill top. We stood in spontaneous ritual
and in awe and reverence at Her beauty, thanking Her for all Her amazing gifts
that we had experienced that day, once again connecting with the Goddess in
this land where She had so long been honoured and celebrated
for Her power and grace.
The next evening we were
sitting in a Taverna at Makriyalos at the
water’s edge having our evening meal, when suddenly the moon
rose out of the sea, still very full and coloured a deep red. It
was a most magical sight and we
decided that once our meal was over we would go and celebrate Her.
Our choice of site was the Minoan Villa that lay just up the road,
400 metres west of the harbour. We had visited the site earlier
in the day, when we discovered that it had been
constructed to a plan similar to the Minoan
temple sites of Knossos, etc, though of course on a much smaller
scale.
The site was readily
accessible and open at all times, so we were able to walk up to
it and have it all to ourselves for our ritual. Its location was
beautiful, with two breast-shaped hills, directly visible from
the site. We identified the room where there had been an altar
and a bench shrine and set up for our ceremony there. It was
incredible to be able to do a ritual to the Goddess at the very altar where the
Minoan peoples had done their own
rituals to Her! The wonderful thing about these Minoan sites is that we don’t
have to speculate or wonder whether
Goddess was celebrated there - we know for sure that She was.

“At this particular site
(Makriyalos Villa) was discovered a remarkable sealstone, carved
with a scene of a ship carrying an altar, flanked by a palm tree
and an adoring female worshipper, suggesting marine associations
for the Minoan
goddess”. [Blue Guide to Crete]. This sealstone can now be
seen in Agios
Nikolaos Museum (Room III).
So, at this very altar, we placed
our offerings of
flowers, blessed each other with
water infused by the light of the full moon, and gave thanks to Her, and
celebrated Her, chanting “The Goddess is alive and magic is afoot”.
It was
indeed a most magical night and a
magical place, so sacred to Her. This visit to Crete was proving to be
an
incredible and very deep experience for us - and more was to come!
Bibliography
Knossos -
temple of the Goddess - Rodney Castleden (Efstathiadis Group, 1997)
Blue Guide to Crete - Pat Cameron (A & C Black,
2003)
Crete - Dr. Antonis Sp. Vassilakis (I.Mathioulakis & Co,)
Crete Reclaimed - Susan Evasdaughter (Heart of Albion
Press, 1996)
A Cultural Guide to Ayios Stephahos & Makry Yialos -
Nikos P. Papadakis (1986)
In Part 2 of this feature, in the next GA!, we climb high into
the mountains to a Goddess Peak Sanctuary and walk down a sacred
ravine to a Goddess temple site.
GA! hopes to organise a trip in 2005 to this part of eastern Crete
for a limited number of women. If you are interested please drop
a line to GA! and we will get back to you when we have more details.