About Me
I am Helen. It is the English version of my name. The original version of my name is Greek - Heléne. Correctly, my name means "sun ray" as I am a daughter of Zeus. It refers to my love for the light and the Sun, and of course the Gods whom I consider my true spiritual parents, especially Zeus. My mortal parents are Leda and King Tyndareus. I was born in 1225 BC. (I know there are imposters. And I do not understand where they got the idea they were me, but I guess it is either all about roleplaying. Either that.. or delusional.
I do not expect you to believe me, but nor do I need to hear from you that I am lying. I know how humans behave and react.. so I am laid back about this.
It saddens me to see such confusion and false statements about me. I do not seek fame, flattery, popularity.
I simply wish to tell you how it really was when I lived.
So, please, let me tell you my story..).
I am known for being "the face that launched a thousand ships and burnt the topless towers of Ilium" and a queen of beauty. Personally, I do not understand why I am called the most beautiful among all the other wonderful women in the world.. Beauty is subjective, it is in the eye of the beholder. So, why me? Ask humans. I myself asked my beloved Paris, he replied: "Beauty is not just about looks, it is the inner beauty that completes it". He meant that it was my inner beauty that charmed people who were near me.. not just my physical looks. So much about beauty then.
I have two half brothers, Castor and Polydeuces (but I prefer to call him Pollux). I have one half sister as well - Clytemnestra.
I remember how she used to speak of me as born "lucky" for my beauty.. She was quite often upset over the actions of Agamemnon and his infidelity. I do not wish to judge him, but his name alone brings me back cold memories. I guess you can call that bitterness.
I was abducted at the age of 12 by King Theseus of Athens. Thankfully, my brothers saved me and brought me back home.
In 1212 BC, I was married to Menelaus of Mycenae. I became the queen of Sparta. As it was with many women in the old days.. women rarely had any choice. I did not really choose to marry Menelaus, nor could I force myself to love him.
Years before I met Paris, I had visions and dreams of him. My soul knew who I was waiting for. When I finally met him, I recognised my soulmate. We had known each other before. In past lives, we had been lovers many times. It was unresistable to avoid loving him. He understood me, he knew of my true origins, and loved me more tenderly and dearly than anyone one Earth could ever love. His love for me was unconditional, it was true love. It was the happiest day of my life when I was married to him and I became a Princess of Troy. May the Universe and the fates be blessed that I have found him yet again in this life.. My heart could not be any happier.
It would not have mattered whether I had stayed with Menelaus in Sparta or fled with Paris. The greeks and Agamemnon were greedy. I remember how he talked about conquering Troy while we had our lunches and dinners. It is a typical thing to blame a woman for a war that lasted many years. Menelaus' excuse for starting this awful war was of course that Paris had taken me away from him.
Even though I know that war would have taken place even without my existence, I still feel thorns in my heart when I think of all the people who died. Sometimes, I blame myself. Sometimes, I blame Paris for convincing me to just go away.. But then I reassure to myself that this war would have happened anyway. The greeks wanted their power over Troy, no matter if I was there or not. And Menelaus.. would not have listened to me anyway.. Of course, I did not want a war. And I feel terribly, deeply sorry for what happened to Hector and Andromache. They deserved to live, they should have not killed their fortune. They had a baby. I feel sorry for everyone who died. Gods bless their souls..
Bringing in the Trojan horse was obviously a big mistake. My whole being inside of me was against it.. when I saw it, my senses told me it was a disaster. But there was little I could do about it, as well as the whole war. Back in those days, no one really listened to a woman anyway. Men ruled with their manly strength, leaving the woman behind them like shadows who were just meant to give birth and just be.
When Troy was burning down, me and Paris fled together to Egypt. We knew we would have been safe there under the protection of mighy mother Godess Isis. The sword of Troy however, was brought to Russia along with a few other Trojans who managed to escape. This sword later.. was called the sword of Russia, and it was kept safe by the last imperial family of Russia, the Romanovs.
This is all I had to tell so far. I hope it is enough since I am sure you have heard enough about me before too.. except, now you have heard it told by me, the queen herself. I hope this was exhaustive for you.
I wish to be remembered not just for my beauty, but for someone who held a compassionate love and had respect for people, be it Greeks or Trojans. I do not want everyone to think I was an egoistic queen of beauty who thought about nothing else but herself.. because this is not who I was.
It is logical that there are questions.. But please, do not attack me with insulting questions or irrelevant things, I am not able to remember every detail, I am just a human myself.
I thank you for your understanding.
Blessings and Light.
Helen of Troy,
Daughter of Zeus
