Delphi’s magical mysteries
Wonders if he’d be given the nod by the priests to ask a question of the Oracle.
Donald Munro
The steep, rocky slopes of Mount Parnassus seem to scrape the sky above me. I’m standing among the ruins of one of the most famous places in the ancient world.
There’s something solemn and weighty about this place, as if gravity has been cranked up a few Newtons. I can feel history pressing down.
This is where Delphi’s famed Oracle – an office held by a long line of high priestesses believed to be the mouthpiece of the god Apollo – for centuries answered questions from visitors near and far.
Greeks called the location the ‘‘navel’’ of the world, represented by the Omphalos of Delphi, an ancient stone monument.
For 1500 years, up through the time when Christianity became dominant, Delphi was one of the power centres of the world.
Even if you figure in the idea that oracles, with the right luck (and publicity), can be sure-fire attention grabbers, Delphi wasn’t top dog just because it was home to a prognosticator. There were lots of oracles in Greece, and the rest of the ancient world, for competition.
No, there was (and is) something special about Delphi.
These hills aren’t alive with the sound of music. More like the sounds of a 1500-year-long line of women hopped up on ethylene gas.
Getting a sense of place
When travelling, some people prefer the blank-slate approach, arriving with fresh eyes and no preconceived notions.
Not me. I would rather read voraciously about the places I plan to visit. Not just travel guides, but books that burrow beneath the status quo.
Better yet, I love to read about a place when I’m actually there. Thanks to my trusty Kindle, in recent years I’ve been able to cart books around with me that are relevant to my itinerary without exceeding my baggage allowance.
There’s nothing quite like reading a chapter in a book about Delphi when you’re sitting on a rock looking at Delphi.
For a trip to Greece last year, that book was William J Broad’s The Oracle: Ancient Delphi and the Science Behind its Lost Secrets, published in 2007.
The author details the quest to confirm that the oracles of Delphi really did inhale mysterious vapors to achieve the trances they fell into while delivering their pronouncements – a notion that was laughed at by scholars until recent archaeological and geological discoveries.
I travelled in January, one of my favourite times to explore the world. The hotels were cheap, the weather doable (I lucked out with no snow), the crowds practically non-existent.
The itinerary included all the big sites in Athens, the noble ruins of Olympia, the ancient city of Mycenae, and the spectacular monasteries built into the rock formations of Meteora.
But on this day, all my thoughts were of Delphi, whose sanctuary of ruins beckoned.
Ancient play set here
Much of what happened in Delphi has been lost in the mists of history, but we still know quite a lot, Broad reminds us in his book.
Euripides casts all the action in his play ‘‘Ion’’ in and around the temple of Apollo, whose foundation you can still see today.
Herodotus, the father of history, describes how the Oracle’s guidance helped lead the Greeks to victory in the Persian wars.
Though Greece didn’t have a national identity in the way we think of it today, Delphi served as a sort of spiritual capital: a no man’s land that became a de facto diplomatic mission to the rest of the known world.
Considering all the traffic that came to Delphi from other countries seeking oracular wisdom, it’s no wonder that its news and gossip was the freshest.
Ancient literature describes in detail the process of how the Oracle – known as Pythia, a woman at least 50 years old who was selected as a young girl for the office by the priests – received her inspiration.
With much ritual, she went into a special chamber and sat on a tripod that was set over an opening in the earth known as the chasm. There she inhaled the famed vapors that sent her into a trance, then issued her prognostications.
Ancient ruins still shine
At Delphi, you can climb up Mount Parnassus to the sanctuary’s ancient stadium high on a plateau to look down on the Temple of Apollo.
In the distance, three remaining Doric columns of the Tholos of Delphi, a circular building dedicated to Athena that must have astonished ancient visitors with its beauty, catch a glint of sun.
It is an unsettled day, weatherwise, and the back-and-forth between dark clouds and periodic shafts of sunlight add to the solemn, spiritual feel.
I ponder the mystery of the place. I wish more was known about how the Oracle did her thing.
Was she privy to all the information floating around Delphi? Was she a shrewd diplomat? Did she figure out ways to make her predictions just vague enough to keep people guessing?
Were secret traditions and knowledge passed down from one oracle to the next, helping each one to conform to a sort of oracular standard? Or was it all gibberish? Was it the priests who held the power, doing all the interpreting, using the oracles as mere mouthpieces?
We don’t really know. Records don’t exist.
Rich history, indeed
What we do know is that for centuries, Delphi was awash in riches. People paid for the chance to ask the Oracle a question. City-states sent delegations to build temples and offer gifts.
Early Christians didn’t believe that the Oracle was fake, Broad writes. They thought she was all too real, a manifestation of satan on Earth.
Eventually the temple and all the glory of Delphi was destroyed, and for more than 1000 years, the area was nondescript and forgotten.
The ‘‘reputation’’ of Delphi took one hit after another. Despite the documentation of the ancients, with a number of sources talking about the vapors inhaled by the oracles, those accounts were dismissed. It was all a sham, people thought.
This thinking was reinforced when French archaeologists began excavating the site in 1892. They found no evidence of a cleft that would have let any type of gases escape.
And, besides, what kind of gas would have been able to intoxicate just the Oracle – without killing her – and not affect people in the next room?
For more than 100 years, throughout the modern era, there seemed to be no doubt: There was no physical explanation for the Oracle. And there was no earthquake fault at that location that could have caused any sort of gas to seep out.
Then a geologist, an archaeologist, a chemist, and a toxicologist got into the act.
Answers in the 1980s
Jelle Zeilinga de Boer, a geologist at Wesleyan University, was the pioneer.
In the 1980s he was roaming the area of Delphi when he stumbled across a new cut in a road for a bus turnaround and discovered an active earthquake fault.
Could that fault have been responsible for covering up the cleft in the earth about which ancients spoke?
In his book, Broad treats the subsequent investigation as a kind of laid-back treasure hunt, with Boer joining forces with Dr John R Hale, an archaeologist from the University of Louisville.
It took years, but they were able to confirm their hypothesis.
Rock samples, which the Greek government allowed to be analysed, found traces of methane and ethane.
But what could intoxicate the Oracle?
It turned out the likeliest candidate is ethylene, a gas that doctors used as an anesthetic but was abandoned because of flammability issues.
What’s more, ethylene can produce a high that allows an inhaler to get high but still articulate words and phrases (though not necessarily totally cogent ones).
Eventually, the scientific community, even the reluctant French, grew to accept the conclusion: that the ancient sources were accurate in describing the ‘‘trance’’ into which the Oracle fell.
It’s still a theory, of course. But an intriguing one.
Walking down the hill, I paused once more to look above me, at all that sky and rock bearing down, and I imagined I was a traveller in the seventh century BC at the end of a journey that took perhaps weeks or months.
Would I be given the nod by the priests to ask a question of the Oracle?
–TNS