My father, the Great god Pan, told me once that I was not like his other progeny. Oh, I had the ears and tail of a horse, of course (whinny!) but I was different. I was a Greek satyr, not that bizarre creature the Romans would introduce to the world with goat horns and goat ears and goat legs. And I had the powers of a demigod. I would live almost forever, and I could see into the future, just a bit. Not everything. And I was just as lustful as my brothers and sisters, but I did not mate with animals as Roman fauns did. I spent most of my time with my animal friends and any nymph who happened by. I lived in Arcadia, where my father was born to be the immortal Pan. But I had my own home in a mountain glen where the nymphs would gather to talk and play with me. 
Oh, Pan, god of the earth.
My pipes will praise your life,
And all your gifts give birth
To Gaea's world so rife.I was like a lusty piece of meat to the Dryads, and Naiads, and Nereids, and all the other kinds of nymphs. Some never came because they were bound to their places, as the Hamadryads were bound to particular oak trees, or the Meliae were bound to their own ash trees. But of the others many came to cavort with me as I played the pipes, and we would dance under the full moons. I would partake of the wine as would the nymphs, and then we would all partake of each others assets. And that is what made me different. I was like my friend, the god Priapus. I was always erect with a huge phallus. The nymphs loved me.

Many a morning I was helping the nymphs as they revived from the Dionysian rhapsodies they had celebrated among themselves the night before. Many were recovering from the wine drinking and the love-making they had received from my always erect and huge phallus. Many had made love to each other. Nymphs were very sexual beings. But my father never reprimanded or criticized me. In fact, I believe I was one of his favorites. I loved just talking to the nymphs afterwards. It was strange how many problems such creatures seemed to get into. Like Echo, who lost her ability to talk, except to repeat back, because she angered Hera with her incessant chatter. Of course she then loved Narcissus and could not convey that, and he fell in love with himself in the reflection he saw in the pool of water, and was condemned to love his own reflection. They both died of grief and he is a flower now. If she had only come to me first I would have solved her lustful needs. 

But this was all by the way. My main purpose, my real function was mending the creatures that came to me in my glen there in the mountains of Arcadia. Some came from very far, and some lived there in the same forest with me. I tended to the physically torn and warped. I bandaged sores and cuts. My salves and unguents, made from the bounty my father produced for me, were life savers and pain healers. For you see, nymphs were minor gods, but they could die. If harmed woefully enough. And when they needed it I would give them the sexual gifts I had to share. For some this was all they really needed. I could fornicate away the distress of any Naiad or Dryad who allowed me to use her as she needed to be used.

Over the years many had mended their lives and hearts here by my hearth. It was my pleasure, what I had been called to do. Many were thankful. Some, however, returned kindness with hurt and pain. This, too, I accepted.
Giving help to the lost
Is what I do for all,
I do not count the cost,
Answering every call.Once there came to me an Aesepid. This was a nymph that was not often found in my world. She came from far away across the Anatolian plains, from the river Aesepus. She would not give her name. But to me she was known as Billī the Beloved. She brought joy and a soulfulness into my shed-like home. Her gratefulness was wondrous to behold.

Her hurts were inside. She had been wounded by her closest family and the pain was enough to make her roam the world seeking relief. She found it in my humble home and heart. In those days all creatures could speak to such as I. Any language they spoke was easy for me to understand. And we spent long nights conversing about her sorrows and how they might be changed into triumphs and lack of pain.
Evermore I vow thus
To you my soul healer
That I'll not allow us
To lose this new favor.
One evening we were lying upon my pillows in my little shed and she was cuddled beside me purring with her usual gratitude for the phallic use I had made of her vagina. I had given to her pleasure which lasted long and with depth. With much wine she was able to take me into any orifice. It was serving to heal her. This I knew. I had done it many times before. Suddenly we heard a creature out on the mountainside wailing with what sounded like a deep pain or sorrow. It was quite heart tearing. At least to such as she. Her heart was ever tuned to the griefs of those less fortunate. I could feel her body quivering.

She spoke to me in our language and told me she must go out to this person, whatever type of creature or man or demi-god he might be, and try to heal him as I had healed her. I feared for her. I knew there were many horrid creatures roaming the world whose one need was the adulation of unsuspecting hearts such as hers. They would eventually drain their victims of all compassion and peace, but in the meantime the lost soul would try over and over to heal that which was not healable. I told her all this.

"It is not my way nor my function to tell any creature what they must do. You are a free creature of this world formed by Gaea with the help of my father Pan. You may always do as you wish. I do not stand in your way my dear Billī my Beloved. Do as you will."
Away she went to find
This creature of the night,
Ever being so kind,
Vows passing from her sight.I never saw her again. But I would hear the howls of the unknown creature echoing through the mountain glades and glens. And I would remember her last act was to kneel before me, for my blessing, before she slipped silently out the door of wind fallen timbers. Even satyrs may cry now and then.

After that loss I did not lack for Oreads and Oceanids to tend to. They often harmed themselves in their battles over mates on the mountainside glens or the waters where they swam. I would mend them, and give them my large phallus, and they would go forth seeking to win once again.

Often in my memory lives a Leimakid of this continent which will someday be called Europe. Such are familiar to us here in Arcadia. They live in the meadows and make love all day if allowed to do so. I called her Katze the Dear. Europa of course was seduced by our god Zeus when he took the form of a great white bull. In the future her name is given to this land of ours.

Katze's pain was also of the mind. Her body was fine and strong. But her heart was beaten and bleeding from the psychic and physical blows of too many of the males of my species.

(Psyche was the lover and eventual mate of Eros and her name is given to the soul, or mind.) Although she had allowed this pain to occur she had never understood her own heart or needs, and her mates had taken advantage of this, many times. I was there to take her in.

Again, she sought my comfort. Again it was freely given. I was not one to begrudge the gift I had. I could often heal, but not always. I tried and tried with Katze but she never accepted the care of my phallus. She was too locked into her pattern of hurting and forgiveness, and then again the hurting and the forgiveness. It ran through her mind and heart like a snake through the deep sward of a woodland glade.
Let this healing pass me,
I'm not worth the trying.
Never will I feel free,
Just leave me to crying.
When she finally left she scratched me with her fingernails. It was a way for her to attack a male knowing he would beat her into fear of more retribution. This was her real need. The pain and submission. I was never going to hurt her. She knew this. I was her scapegoat, so to speak. (May the Romans never be forgiven for making us satyrs Caprine creatures in their future!)

Katze the Dear became Katze the far, so to speak. Her mission was to find one male of her species who would not bleed her heart dry. Would that I had found her earlier. Her search carried her far beyond Arcadia. My friend Echo brought me repetitions of her cries for many years after. They played plaintively in the wind.

I had so many cures over the years that my time was spent with good profit indeed. The most grateful were often those least able to show it. I did not discriminate. I had triumphs. But always there were the failures. The ones who showed promise only to be lost to their own diseases and disabilities. Any who came to me were tended until they healed or passed away to the west, seeking Oceanos and Elysium. It was always hoped that they did not go to the realm of Hades. Perhaps they would enter there. If they had caused hate or distress then Tartarus could be their Fate. 

There were many happy days in the glen. My nymphs would visit often. Almost weekly I would greet and cavort with Alseids because they lived here in the groves, but once in a great while I would get to meet and joyously celebrate with an Oceanid who had swam far upstream, and often the Oreads came down the mountainsides to play and dance to my songs and pipes. It was a fine life for this satyr. If only I could heal all the wretched ones who came to me for help.

My deepest pain of the heart came from my failure with Alepoú the Trusted. She was a Nereid. We had so many here in our world. My father told me they were found around the world. I would give her my heart and my best cures. Whatever she needed, and I would expect only kindness and honor in return.

She was the one I most trusted to be saved. She was frisky and garrulous. I gave her all of my best techniques and she responded. You see, she was pining away for the love of her lost mate. I would give her my phallus many times a day and I tried my best to offer her what she needed. I sent out all of my nymphs to find this illusive lover. And they succeeded!
My darling dear is here!
I see the beaming smile!
Lusty and so near!
This satyr I revile!Oh the horror! My most Trusted had betrayed me when I found her lost lover. It was to be expected. Whenever my heart gave of itself too deeply and honestly it always felt the sting of the emotional dagger. As in the past and ever in the future I would find out too late that I was too trusting myself. Alepoú passed from my heart and my vision never to show herself again.

I was left with my pipes to play and my songs to sing and the loving caresses of the nymphs who were always to be trusted to love and adore their satyrs. Especially their lord Pan. Would that this world would last forever.
Body and heart to heal
Shall ever be my quest,
As the world will reveal,
Beauty Pan doth invest.Luckily for all of us it was time to celebrate the end of the harvest year. It comes on the day before our dear Persephone must return to the dark halls of her husband Hades. Her mother Demeter allows the earth's greenness and living plants to wither and die because of her daughter's horrible fate of being abducted and raped by Hades, with the complicity of our god Zeus, his brother. So we celebrate before she must leave, with the goodness that the earth has offered up during the time Demeter is happy and her daughter is with her, from the vernal equinox in the spring until the autumnal equinox, and Persephone must leave once more.

Tonight was our night to carouse and frolic with all the joy we could muster. So many nymphs and satyrs would be here on my mountain, and my father, the Great god Pan, would be here with his retinue of satyrs and nymphs following behind and beside him as he arrived. Every satyr would arrive with his penis erect and rampant, with bowls of wine in their hands, as would the nymphs. This celebration would be repeated in the spring when Persephone returned to the world of the surface and life would return to the earth. Oh the joy of our Arcadian lives!
Lust and passion prevails,
Male organs are throbbing,
Before winter assails,
All the harvests robbing. The new wine was opened from the casks and satyrs were prostrate under the bung holes drinking their fill with laughter and joy abounding. Passing the flasks around to the nymphs who were dancing with cups and bowls in their hands and gulping enormous drafts of red wine, the satyrs were joyous and cavorting. Soon there were couples copulating in the fields and in the sheds and on the mountainside. I was not sitting aside and watching, oh no, I was thrusting my phallus into any nymph who came within my grasp. They were giggling and humping their vaginas back against my huge phallus. All was happiness and glee and there was no sadness to be seen.

My father was taking the most nymphs into his embrace, from the front or entering them from behind. His copulating was legendary because he was such a pleasing presence to any nymph who entered his arms. Oh, sweet Demeter! May your daughter be well for the coming months and we will be joyous and happy again with all our hearts when she returns to us once again, as she must, and always will. The earth will grow fecund and will burst forth with life and the grains and vegetation all men and creatures need to live and thrive. Oh Persephone, have faith, you will dance under the sun once more!

The future will be past,
Our lust is from the heart,
But pagan life can't last,
'Til then we'll play our part.
All hail the Great god Pan! All hail Demeter and her over flowing cornucopia! All men, know this, Gaea will prevail! And the old ways will return!