...when Apollo the infant was grown he pursued the python, making his way straight for Mount Parnassus where the serpent dwelled, and chased it to the oracle of Gaia at Delphi, and dared to penetrate the sacred precinct and kill her with his arrows beside the rock cleft where the priestess sat on her tripod.
It has been written that Apollo destroyed the the temple so that he could build his own.
Listen, for I have worthy things to say.
So. I read this and said to myself, "Umph. Now ain't that just like Man, to reject the Wisdom of the Mother and go his own way?"
Y'all is gone get enough of that shit. O ye of little faith and hope. Sometimes...I watch you from my mountaintop, scurrying alongside your cockroach brethren. Subsisting on the cast-offs from the Self-Glorified Ones. Zombies of the Underworld. The Damned Drones. Seven deadly sinful. Rebellious and yet so sure of...nothing. Without Cause. Covetous. Boastful. Lovers of selves to the exclusion of others. Talking all that shit about string theory and the Big Bang; dicks fairly leaking at the tips at the chance to disprove the existence of Mor(e).
And ooh...so idolatrous. You love to stare into the eye of that not so mighty dollar. Real-eyes that parasitically symbiotic relationship. See how you begin to love one and hate the other. Notice how happy you get when you have it. And feel less than nothing when you don't. Overstand you are Incubus and Succubus...draining each other. Over and over. A vicious cycle. Spiraling downward.
Sounds like Baal all over again.
But lo and behold, he comes quickly. Sign of the times. Ophicius done rose and no one but the Watchers seemed to notice. Probably because you've been led to believe that 13 is the unlucky number. The original G is stealing on ya monkey asses and when y'all come face to face you have two options: get down or lay down. The Big Dogs are about to get stomped so you had best to align yaselves properly.
Jeezy is tryna tell y'all: Bitch, get ya mind right. 'Cause restlessness assured, Babylon will fall.
I guess the question is...will you fall with it?
The Wheel turns and all Beings eventually experience the Truth. How it is brought to the Others is up to the messenger, as several roads lead to the One. I done tried to be Pollyanna but some of youze petals are too furled for me to properly pollinate. You aren't allowing me entrance.
Now just how are we sposed to make honey with no Be?
So today, fire and brimstone-breathing Dragon it is. We all have our part to play in the Grand Game.
And all right speech is worthwhile.
Posted by Lisa at January 24, 2008 05:33 PM