Little did I realize when walking down the Champs Elysees that I was strolling the Elysian Fields, the pre-Hellenic paradise for those especially favored by the gods. I wish they would show it to me in more practical ways. In later years it became the place for the favored dead for the Romans. Well, you can't win them all.
From the Ramayana, which was written over 2000 years ago, King Janaka was plowing a clearing, when he turned after a row and found the baby girl Sita, playing in the furrow he had just made. Sita become the wife of Rama. They are the earthly forms of two Indian gods, who defeat the black demons, the Rakshasas. When I turn over some earth I am more likely to find grubs.
Even the Norse had their myths. Their World Tree was at the center of the earth. Then there was Greenland. That was a fable if there ever was one. That reminds me of garden catalogs. Enticements resembling those of Circe, fraught with hidden perils.