Gather 'round while I tell you the myth of Taurus, the steadfast earth sign represented by the bull in the night sky.
Europa was a princess of Phoenicia, the daughter of King Agenor. She lived near the sea, in a land where the sun was strong and the gods were always watching. One morning, she walked down to the shoreline to gather flowers. She wasn’t alone; her attendants were with her, laughing, talking, filling their baskets, but all of that faded when she saw the bull.
He stood apart from the herd, white from horn to hoof. He wasn’t grazing, he wasn’t restless. He watched her, and she watched him.
She approached without fear. The bull didn’t move. He knelt before her.
Europa placed her hand on his back and then climbed on. The others called to her, but she was already seated, holding tight to the soft curve of his neck. In the next moment, the bull rose and began walking straight into the sea.
The water came to his knees, then his shoulders. Europa held on as the bull moved deeper into the sea, and soon, the shore disappeared behind them.
The bull swam across the ocean, carrying her over the waves like they belonged there. She wasn’t soaked or cold and the sea didn’t fight him. The sky stayed clear. It was as if the world itself had parted for the journey.
They reached the island of Crete, and there, the truth was revealed. The bull wasn’t a bull after all. He was Zeus, the king of the gods.He had watched Europa from Olympus. He had chosen her. And as he had done before, he changed his shape to take what he wanted.
On Crete, Europa became queen. She bore Zeus three sons, all of them noble and tied to the island's future. One of them, Minos, would go on to rule Crete, build the Labyrinth, and father the generation of myths that would follow.
But long after Europa’s sons grew into kings, the image of the bull remained. Zeus set it in the sky, not to honor himself but the form he took—the bull that carried him—the one who did not fight, who did not flinch, who simply moved forward, steady and unstoppable.
This is the story behind Taurus.
Taurus is not the god, not the seduction, not the chaos that came after. Taurus is the form. The shape. The force that doesn’t need to speak loudly to be felt. In the bull, there is power without aggression. Strength without force. Devotion without demand. Taurus is the part of the myth that didn’t waver. It took the weight of a god and crossed an ocean.
And it never looked back.
This is the Archetype of Taurus
Taurus is the second sign of the zodiac. It’s ruled by Venus, but its strength comes from the earth. It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t scatter. Taurus plants its feet, knows its weight, and moves when it’s ready. In the myth, the bull doesn’t speak. It doesn’t explain. It just acts. There’s clarity in that. Taurus doesn’t need to perform. It shows up. It carries what’s asked of it. It follows through.
People born under Taurus often carry this energy. There’s a quiet persistence in them. A sense of loyalty that doesn’t bend easily. They don’t change direction for no reason. When they commit to something, whether it’s a person, a path, or a purpose, they stay with it.
Taurus knows that strength isn’t about force. It’s about staying power. It’s the one who keeps showing up. The one who finishes what others start. It’s not a flashy sign. But it’s not forgettable, either. Taurus is the reason the crops grow, the seasons turn, and the foundation stays steady while others are chasing the next thing.
The bull in the sky isn’t there because it roared the loudest. It’s there because it carried the weight of a god across seas and it never broke pace. That is Taurus energy.
Classical Mythology: Myths & Legends
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