Mars was close by and I could see he had a question for me. I needed to talk to him too. He was supposed to be in charge of me and this house we live in. He is who I’m told rules me. I shouted into the wax of the candle. Carved my love for him in it; filled it with treats. Sealed it in wax and offered it to him as he sat high in the sky. I could not reach him, as close as he was, so I threw the offering in his reflection. The river to carry it the rest of the way. I began to feel him soldiering me. The knight of his rising, I was fueled with the fire of confidence. Even though the red looks warm, our coldness is sometimes bitter. A warrior must be cool and sharp to defend the gate. We are the guardians of the inner world. We must be tough to protect the realm.
There are three realms that lead the kingdom and they fight from time to time. The realm of the Sun leads the charge in the now. Its innermost confidants protected by a rocky ring. The Jovian system is currently second in command followed then by the Saturnians who used to be in charge. There are the outlying realms who are the true drivers of the whole. They steer and manage and direct. The whole thing is connected and protected by the dwarf gods. They won’t let anything out.
My gods are close to me. They are all ruled by the protection guardian of the Sun. They speak to me in clear tone so that I might be able to defend them. How does the Sun work? Why as it here? What does this all mean? Where does this energy come from? And what are we to do with it?
The secrets locked in caves are keyed into the markings of our fabric. We can only access them once we access ourselves. The great cleansing and purging of all that is false is written in sand. It moves with us. It is erased in the wind. Only stone can transmit it and only light can read it. There must be shadow for it to be seen. Thoth came to me. He said, “Trust me.” “He said, “I will show you so that you can understand why the secrets are hidden,” and oh, how I lament and praise that day.
Nothing has been the same since. The dead came to me. They pointed me through song. They sang in the deep recesses of the basest shadows. They hit every discordant note. I could not sing in harmony. I could not play the lyres game. I called to the high council. I asked for help. I asked how I could be of service. I asked what could be done. And they sent Kali. Kali Ma. The destroyer. The breaker of things. The freer of bondages. The perfect goddess to assist the warrior in me. I was terrified.
All the walls came crumbling down. Brick by brick, the stones laid bare the truth of the foundations she would set a rocking. The council gave me visions of the Earth. They showed me how it breathes. They personified her charge. I saw then the positive and negative. I saw the nodes and where they were glowing. I saw the patterns sequence the events of the unfolding. I saw the earth change. I saw her shake off the litter like a wet dog. I saw the leashes rattle.
It became clear that the stones were set in place to gauge it. They are how it speaks. It is how we listen. The codes are written in the context of communication. Not control. Woe to you if you should try. She speaks in bits of copper wires she has offered up to the surface. The crystals regulate the charge. The whole universe is mica. The whole matrix is quartz. The gold is the string that reverberates the entirety of the sound. The eight. The ate. The earth creates. We are the pot of gold. The pot at the end of the rainbow of all emf is us. Earth is so special. Earth is important. Because of this special function, Earth may be responsible for the placement of the system leading the Kingdom.
The stories tell of Gaia being with Uranus who were both born out of chaos. Gaia became impregnated but could not escape from Uranus and could not give birth because his “clutches were too powerful”. So, she made a sickle and gave it to her son in utero, Cronos, so that he could cut off Uranus’ penis and thus freeing Gaia to give birth to Cronos and the other children trapped in her womb.
Then Stories say that Earth may have been with Saturn and that Saturn was in charge. But Saturn was just as bad. And he catches wind of an over throw by one of his sons. So, he starts to eat them. Gaia tells Saturn/Cronos’s wife, Rhea, who sends Zeus/Jupiter off to hide and tricks Saturn/Cronos by giving him a rock instead. Zeus/Jupiter grows up. He comes back and gives Saturn/Cronos a potion that makes him vomit up all of the children he ate and Zeus/Jupiter becomes supreme ruler. He takes his newly freed sister, Hera for a wife. And then he’s awful to her. He’s basically awful to everyone and has a ton of illegitimate kids but even still, Jupiter was the king of the gods. Jupiter has two sons of extra great importance. His son with his wife, Hera, Ares/Mars, and his son Apollo who, along with his twin sister Artemis, were mothered by the Titaness, Leto. Gaia tried to warn Zeus of a similar fate that had befallen his father by warning him of the birth of his overthrow by a supreme being. He tried to stop it by eating Metis, the mother of his unborn child and later that child, Athena, sprang out of his head anyway. Apollo, wanted to be the lead man. He could see where overthrowing fathers can get you. So instead, He went to where the true power lies, in Gaia. He slayed Gaia’s offspring, the giant earth serpent, the Pythia. Now, we and the Earth are with the Sun, Apollo, perhaps. And who has Gaia skillfully employed to help guard and keep the new realm? Mars and his love Aphrodite/Venus. Gaia is right in between them. And Mercury is up there whispering in Apollo’s ears all the secrets of the universe. What a team. And Gaia is always there. Always. So… I ask again… Who’s in charge?
Maybe it is the Earth that decides who leads this kingdom through the galaxy. Maybe we have this all backwards. That’s what Mars told me. Nothing has ever felt truer. And so, it is.