She came down to earth to be Queen of the Island of Crete and took the mortal man Minos as her consort. As a wedding present, Poseidon, god of the ocean, sent the couple a prize white sea-bull. Day after day Pasiphae gazed infatuated at this bull as he paced the paddock and tossed his head. His skin shone with sweat in the sunlight and his muscles surged like water. The longer she watched him, the more she desired him. And so she conceived a plan. She constructed a hollow artificial cow, hid in it, and seduced him.
From this liaison she became pregnant, and gave birth to the Minotaur - a creature with the body of a man and the head of a bull. Outraged, her husband seized the monster-child and locked it away in a labyrinth.
Pasiphae was skilled in herbalism and magic. In later years, Minos had many affairs, so she cast a spell on him so that when he reached orgasm, snakes, scorpions and millipedes came squirming from every orifice of his body. After Minos died she returned to her family's golden palace in the sky where she lived until she travelled with the other Gooddesses to New Zealand.
Healthy:You are brilliant, radiant, and full of joie de vivre. You have a deep creative and sensuous sylph-awareness. You know that pleasure is an essential aspect of aliveness, and are bright and passionate. You are full of ideas and know how to make your own fun. You also channel your passion into constructive projects, and allow anguish to fall away in order to touch the powers that lie deeper within. You know when to store energy and when to expend it. You are talented, ingenious, and productive.
Uh oh:You want to manipulate life by some sort of magic, and get things done as easily as possible. You are lazy, undisciplined, and decadent. You find it hard to say no to yoursylph, to deny yoursylph anything. But there is no satisfaction for your compulsive hungers because you take no responsibility for them.
If you do not let the Gooddesses into your life, you lose control. The passion of your inner fire drags you towards destruction, until it engulfs and devours your identity like the maw of a nuclear explosion.