Mister Zeus, I wish you were real, nothing to say or hear anything more than your skin waking at the soil of my conformities, if there is a crown over my head who impulses me to breath again, how could I announce to the sisters and the stars an early morning, if to walk by your pace or simply sleep by the grace of knowing you are around with one of your million stories. Attempt to believe, perhaps Im in one of them or sleeping around your feet, if you fear my shouts push me harder that I won't obstruct if the emissaries you sent down the path will carry the distribution of goods you so joyfully approach to mortals, oh let those voluptuous muscles avast on my rounds that here is a woman to hear your gasp and moans, for whom am I but a crazy wife, how many attempts have you made to get me running away and this time passed stronger together through the valleys and mountains, by the rivers whom knock at the doors of the ocean and into our brothers and sisters have let me as you man of freedom, what are you doing to me? It itches every time you come and go, stretch towards you, aside in the furthest extremity fo your constellation to hear you loving acts at your very creation to the pleasure of others. Could listen to their joyousness and smile relaxed for your sharing existence where as to mine no desire is comparable to your conversations in the air. It's not easy to reply, sir, nothing at all, speaking loudly ridden by such a man as this! For how long will you have personal attacks on my back, for the strangest manner to whom you God of Gods have the equivalent of attempting another desire, with success, indeed, everything you do is forged with demanding triumph, passed together onto humanity. What else, another body, to conquer or yours, please come home.
Now let me share my crown to the world, let me give them my happiness, the holiday you had given me, speaking loudly again, let the God of Taxes expend on the living for it, if the boatman has come so far, on his advocacy for the dark nymph to raise the spirit, please my husband, my Lord and God, come to me on the beautiful reality of yours one more day at least till the end of times.
What is forgiveness when heaven sweeps the entire earth.
HERA One has to study decades of Greek Myth sh*t, considering my childhood had already adults deciphering biblical tales as chapters that one opens the mind as one grows older. Conspiracy ideas are cool 2.
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HERA But as a writer, there is no conspiracy, there is horror and fear, there is the accuser, slander and a thin lines who separates realities. I always wished to do sci-fic in my 20's becouse it gives
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HERA more imaginary freedom to do whatever you want. Of course there is word in sci-fic, forgot it, but it means that one still has to be realistic and use some reasonable outlook to keep the audience in
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HERA the believable. I'm not really into the the alien, illuminaty reptilian, but we all come from the reptilian fishes and represents the spine of our body and there was a Titan Era, Dinosaurs etc...
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HERA Its true that there is something superior, aliens, God, divine angels. I don't wan't to know more than as a thinker to imagine we all have some sort of connection with the beyond. Based on the
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HERA believe or my theory with facts, of why can the average people be so stupid. And I'm not kidding, there is much silence and patience, and immense compassion, animals are more sensitive and humans so
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HERA disconnected with their intelligence, they can copy, have been punished, humiliated and abandoned in their childhood, not much connection and expressive truth to explore. Most castrated and afraid
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HERA to not belong, afraid of being judge, being known as such. I've proven my theory being a child of only 10 years or 11, 12. People are idiots, even those who go to University, there must be a reason.
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HERA If you unite the possibilities to love as well and how you move your body in story telling and relationally as human beings. There is only emotional poverty to a 99% of humanity. So sci- fic can be
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HERA quite liberating and I hope to get my new laptop very fast so I can edit the Hera, flow high as I wish with my wireless German HeadPhones again. I'm not a desk person and I'm very loyal to the tap.
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HERA There is also an elaboration for Zeus, because he plays a crucial role in post modern male figures. We are both from the same mother and father, but thought as I study Cronus and paintings that
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HERA my experience is not the memory of Zeus, were I was inside time space (death) Before it was form as Hades, its the era where in science the species were in subwater, an acidic water with bacterias
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HERA moving, at the beginning of creation on earth, studying many geological books and an Encyclopedia of the formation of the earth, NASA etc... micro organisms, defences and bacterias relation in many,
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HERA many sickness and healthy formations who alter our differences as genome information inside the DNA trades of informational magnetism between its strand's polarities. I mean...
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HERA there was in a part of history, a Titan form of science, before civilisation started. The Egyptians and Greeks, and who knows if Atlantis existed, but also Aztecs and Incas from Mongolia.
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HERA There is a split of razes but is amazing to study that we all come from this formation in the water of bacterias, becoming fish, reptiles some magic to monkey human, monkey see monkey do.
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HERA And Gods, or Alliens, entities, its too sick to believe in the Illuminaty as bad people from Egypt and other source. I can play it in RP and understand the meaning and say okey is fun, but really, as
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HERA a thinker, do we need wars? to kill to prove to abuse, to use others, animals... put some laws for them to think better, yes at the start no one wants to listen, is evil to ignore, its a product of
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HERA Prometheus, the light bringer, blame it on the devil if you must or satan, but this two are different deviations. Use to frighten people and changed over the course of life to manipulate pagans.
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HERA Anyways.... is beautiful to be a free thinking woman. I still believe that no woman in the present is truly evolved. I believe in the woman of the future, there is an aspect that is well developed.
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HERA Being flexible, agreeable, compassionate, loving all its children unconditionally, forgiving man, but it was survival. Loyalty is questionable. Auto Gas Light and blaming others is pathetic in woman.
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HERA So, maybe I need time to be in Hera more than other characters, was studying for Ajak and the Avengers movie coming on Nov, Dec. The Eternals. But I dont have any Native American Blood from south
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HERA america, only a deep love for this nation. I still think they are very violent and ignorant, but spiritual. Short minded and body. Carried essential wisdom. The Mediterranean blond will guide me.
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HERA Zeus is yet, many characthers in one, I see Zeus in everyones eyes too, and a man who is more human than humans shall. The Atlas to guard my golden apples and Pillar of Heavens.
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HERA But I always think of Atlas and Prometheus being the same person, punished... is a long story, since even Cronus was punished 100 years in Tartarus and all the Titans who fought Zeus... there is blend
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HERA of informational characterisations that I'm programming for Zeus, but the Zeus of Olympus, the Kingdom of Heaven, he is beyond Heaven even higher, could not be seen. So well, the study might take
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HERA more years and so much money to keep studying. So much money that I need a CEO to study for me and tell me how to build the program of verses till sci-fic.
Well, I have nothing much to say, made it easy away from people's and God's thinking, both traditionally apt to fight, to desire, to win and get lost. On another state of the mediterranean face an introduction to the day started to emancipate around the Fates as Iris read the Menu and the Graces helped the Muses in the gathering of the ingredients as I held each apart in the cooking section of Olympus. Goddess of the Rainbow, communicator of Good News to Hera and Heavenly promises read aloud.
Ratatoulle
Variety of vegetable casserole to smoothen the airs
Courgette Fritters with Pistou
To crunch your teeth with thoughtfully promises to endure the gifts of the future.
Stuffed Vine Leaves with Garlic Yogurt
For good luck with a blend of acid, lemon to heighten the smiles.
Pansanella Salad
Roasted peppers, anchovies, olives, toasted chunks of bread, tomatoes.
To digest and stimulate the suction senses.
Greek Lamb Meat Balls in tomato sauce
To accept the political toxics bellow on earth and become stronger
Turkish (troy) Pilau (rice with spices, nuts)
To present a side to each of the savouring elements in the dish
Corsican Beef
From the French Island for Zeus protein and energetic thunder. Let us have him longer at home sleeping as a lion after the festivities.
Zarsuela
Which means light opera, or musical comedy. Lobster and other shellfish.
For Dessert
Fresh figs with honey and wine, lemon tart with pistachio's ice cream.
At this, cut the monkfish as other gather by sections with the aromas in the air, adding and removing from the pan, bay leaves, garlic and stock, here and there, grounding oregano for peacefulness, season before and after, some so it doesn't overcook and won't die with bitterness taste before it's serve its perfume refreshens such as cinnamon, pepper and cumin. One removes the the mussels and clams, until the shells have opened. Our minds in silence plenty of warmed hearts to welcome the guest. Crush the black pepper and massage the meat one day before. Toast the croutons.
As it was given from woman to woman, century after century, the Goddesses humbly smell the basil leaves before garnishing. The decorations explode with colours and flowers falling down from the pillars with blowing siphon silks who hung from one to another. Zeus invited the Asian Gods to mediate his fortune onto the Continent, the expansion of the expressive arts, freedom as to protect the wilderness of each individual, animal and plant bellow his air. At this, because no one adores to be threaten and ashamed, we continued to maintain the heavenly state, olive oil please and wine.
"One , is all I ask." for womam to be as godesses and man, god, a divinity.
MOOD BOOSTERS
In awe! Mother Rea Goddess to the Cronian children, said to be the mother of the Olympian without getting to be one from Titan times, set her arms around me, breast feeding me and haunting my dreams till date, her wonderful fragrance and infinite demonstrations of love, decoder our Titan home to love each other as Kings to build Temples with compass and rules. Constantly giving, mother, a constant power who nourished us brothers and sisters, she was the first to fear Tyranny and inspire a war to propel evolution. Her abundance was such that she is known as the Mother of Gods and Goddesses Magna Matter, at your side and afar, all my stories I own to you mother beloved lover and wife.
Some might equally baffle a quote stating I'm too a Titan Monster, but she had shown me too well how to hide it in order to persevere, more than Zeus indeed, to him she gave absolute freedom and a life to be groomed by a Nymph with the Horn of Everlasting Abundance where he could eat to become the strongest God history has ever known, the creator of shows and universes, creating is fusing elements, creating is uniting, being a lover is being a creator at everything you do, you belong to your creation. Brothers and sisters in absolute obscurity were inside my father Cronus belly (underworld) had learn to expunge the will of eternity inside his time and frame of space towards aligned intensities. I have not let myself dwell for the past centuries, everything is working as stated, Olympus grace elevates all it's deities to maintain in a upper stand, two, two million stars, twenty trillion. Viewing through the joys, at every crispy art, its perpetual joy. His.
Surpassingly plain this place actually is, an open space without walls brightly coloured in nautical blues across the skies to inspire navigations of integrating with the masses, but a remarkable sense of lightness and transparency is achieved by the gathering, we integrate a bond of distance for each of its own as such. With the raised walkways to the northern planetary, orbits opening into new atmosphere. A new. Its a conscious exercise in contrast to Zeus whom is always above the mountain of Madness, known the realm of Enlightenment. Different from Mount Olympus, quite inward leaning an eye towards him, guarded his total freedom Mocksha. And took the blame for every mistake, so Gods continue the march of creation at every empty space possible.
Today, visitors arrived. The lofty connection decorated with black and white marble stone floors, cut in the shape of diamonds. I'd like to improve with the spaces in between as Hera, to declare my state of mind as a welcome and a departure from Olympus unless this is your realm. The floors are group in pairs of contrast, so everyone remembers from the darkness they come from before Judging anyone. Could see them perfectly from the distance before they appeared. I'm never surprised so easily, my whole work has been to pretend that I don't know hugging uncertainty as a solid rock to consort the Gods with Power.
They realm of Hades presented pleasantly overlooking at the gardens and most of the masonry monuments to inspire mortals and prophets were re-erected after the war damage. Purposely, liked to remember our Warriors, their arts for improving civilisation before any mortal or God on the front gates of Olympus, they resonate with our triumphs. Most of the time, you would find me alone, between love for them and an incredible admiration to respect everything that arrives at this stage. I too dressed as a Muse part with them. No one knows, why shall anyone know what inspiration does to one another, but the doer. The inventive warriors, how perceptive learning from the battle field, test after test, shoot after shoot. Muse after Muse.
As the Gods from Hades became softened at the portal, now it seems very dated in here, a day to remember, surprisingly a day for my decision, for financial services they asked to elevate the spiritual world in the environment of the living, so it works better. It seems they were more tired than punishment it self for the sinners to evolve so slow, spiritually, lovingly and mentally physically to transform. Did tell them to wait for me, to celebrate with the festivities, previously known as socially acceptable among Primal Gods and Guests. It's truth that Styx was the first one in supporting Zeus to fight the Titans, and Charon bowed to Hades to serve the coins onto the secret covenant.
The Locksmith of my son will have to prepare an elaborated chariot to drive this mission, with bright eyes bewitching the destine pronounced my steps towards the Faiths. The profanities of humanity are destroying the world, mildly rejoined back onto them as the oldest moved the caldron. "I know, but tell me from your own words, reaffirm my fears!" Exploded, the sparks in desolated airs on a distant terrance on the southern lowest cliff after a corner in the mount, of dark clouds tempting the incorruptible Zeus.
I know when Eris arrives or Iris. Chaos or the good promises with the Goddess of the Rainbow who is always next to me. Is too easy to tell from themselves, for the love of protecting his wilderness we've created rules who are proved by the sciences of its nature, decrees and in most of the stages, experiments in the free style of documenting, detecting new rules and patterns, colouring movements of effect.
"Tell me Abrahamic Faiths, could you please mark a distinction so the prophecy occurs faster and greater?" Wondering with pale faces had turned suddenly wicked for the same reason in the reflection, with tears in their eyes and had hope it comes to no harm to bother Zeus.
"The Kingdom has been threaten if we do not collaborate. I shall avoid any confrontation, he shall avail with his blessings and splendour, but how, how shall anyone tell him if it knows it all?" That if so many oysters have been opened in love for their pearls, for the love of all in my collar. How could I praise him for the very moment he granted them to embrace me. Hugged myself under the skylight would hug tightly the ends, would undoubtedly have led to serious consequences. We need imagination, we all need to spirit creation. He has values, this is why I'm the first to protect the eternal flame and having nothing at all but air, breath again concentrating.
The program will have an investment superior than any other time has got. Arriving to the conclusion that sacrifices are well paid to those who praise the Supreme Gods. I can see the burning forest of Pan in the parchments they broad. The Industrial threat.
Goddess Geehena, Goddess of the realm of Sacrifices showed up her marks, no one likes to suffer, no one shall. We shall make this environment Joyful, surrendering a possession to a deity is an ancient law of sacrifice. Celebrating others. Giving honour. How many times have I offered my body as a propitiatory offering to my husband, thanksgiving his ruling act. No one knew, how many sacrifices I did in the lands of Geehena. We m ust all be prepared to leave the past with the Oldest of the Faiths whom washes away what hunts us to return. The Christ knew well his movement, before sacrificing a cow, giving himself to his father. If I've been hated or misunderstood it has been a well prepared show to indulge their pride to work more in his name. Sacrificium, from sacer, "sacred, holy" Breathed respectfully. "Please, I had Enough"
Mood Boosted across the Kingdom of the Skies as in the great hall Zeus kissed Eros, Cupid, with his solemn promisse for his kisses seal his words to turn truth. His golden words delivered offers on the other side of Olympus.
Zeus said to Eros "I promises onto you that I will make Psyche your Goddess in holly matrimony but first, you must calm your mother Aphrodite for the new Millennium will foster more violent deaths and sweet trusting embrace than ever before did Olympus. Teach her the masteries, from level to level but she can't stop you. Greater programs await for you beyond anyones awareness." He knew well the arrows who propel business to unite, giant markets and desperate seekers to invest leading towards his realm steeping up forward nearest the leaders of heaven. Nobel. A rank who shows high moral principals at the mids of War and Group Team. The granite pillars whom floated along the foamy scenario to the high born noted for more land he could control under his Governing taste. "More than a decade, a Millennia and Three!" Zeus exclaimed as he connected with me from the other extreme.
With dismal tales, Aphrodite on her throne Lady Queen and Goddess of might fortunes, Venusian love, superficial love, non spiritual as Psyche, non Immortal love as Persephone. She contained the power of the pagans and the whole human interaction, Gods too obeyed to the splendour of her fashion to grant us her lovely parties. I do reunite charities in her name, the primal gather intensely when the cups cheer, in an ecstasy of unrequited love. By her own lips parted to voice on Psyche "Without your respect onto me" Throughout imposition and popular mistake the Goddess gazed down at her crossed legs and curved body, she had no fortune between humans for loving her son. The miseries as she numbered her tasks, the Gods who lead her the way. Had thank the heavens her daughters but never a mortal to become a Goddess. "It has been tiring to see you in this condition"
The Gods wished to celebrate, to be contagious with tears of joy, to pass laughter and joke after joke, to seat aside another, inside a bedstead. Asking Aphrodite to condone the woman, approve her so they could keep dancing, but no invisible judgment showed from the figures of her face, arrested the guests releasing an exhibition of authority regardless. Typical Venusian, tractably powerful by her beauty. Simply taking all our energy to watch her, I knew very well the seconds that she sucked from us came from mere vanity, and we need that hint of hers, don't we. She wanted the Gods to show an appeal for her clemency, that will grant her the recognition to proceed. So they begged her by all means to avoid blaspheme as much as possible, because she likes the threats of her attraction to seduce wars. She loved to be watched, such is the veil whom protects her from been seen. Showing her vulnerable naked skin and disappearing to cover another act else where. Could hear Zeus laughing grandly for all those who dared to love.
When it's all done to defend Venus, is very kind of her to adapt yourself to her capacity, I'm sure I can rule, but the love of her turns the coachmakers and cabinet makers, masters of the useful art represent Governance. Don't we do the things we love, better. The Faiths opened a portal in the ancient futures. The streams of verses, the rules to dominate higher frequencies. Part Time and Whole Time. Bedrooms across the world dreaming to escape from the land as astronauts when we already have it all. We wise woman have greater man than they are so they feel protected. How many offered to me and Venus to attract gentlemen of mighty fortunes. How many men had turned wild from their loveliness and cruelty. Not all are equally gifted to love and empower at the same time as Zeus does. And it has been the science I've studied during my rendering service to him. Pushing him further to conquer the unkown, no one can turn or mix as he wills it. I'm not the first to see it come through.
"One day,..." Simpered intending to get approval from him, one day... ingratiating a smile with cheeky manner... "One day Zeus.... one day." Held his hand as the parties rolled from one another, Psyche was outsourced with goods and Godly contract becoming one of us, there can be no question that Aphrodite was too empowered by all the Gods. "One day.." Held his hand towards me, could see everything he touched and did, the substantial tradesman of mine, what he would do too.
"One day, so many will study what is to be like Zeus, as goals and mood boosters elevating the energy" So whimsical and hard to please, thought the realm of Hades would come to no good all alone, separated from understanding, and wondered what sinners find in exterior desires that could not reside in, people can have seen it. The crossed roads had been created to venture. "One day MultiUniversities will be created in your name, that day you must present to salute them all at every corner of every important city, around your hood. Oh, Zeus, one day your stories will become speeches to celebrities thanking one another as we do here and now. Honouring new Gods and Loving Unions" By his side very slightly flimsy I feel, as if made from thin paper or pretty weak, as a copy, specially a document and it's copies to be given. Sheets of yellow and white, all sorts of meetings and agreements tripping around the world. Holding his hand, said "One day... as today, this eyes of yours won't stop transpiring for you where the splits won't end but bridge wider to all take flight with you"
Most of all, for the love of all we had reunited, residing in this ethereal mansion with it's kind of facade to address our selves known as one, when rotate multiply, marking steps towards tendencies whom deliver his sparkling eyes, a genius who turns an hysterical gasp by his presence to trifle more rigid, intending to have him at home is a piece of cake, never all. Can't bear to have him out of my sight, becoming more silent and peaceful, well I do, even when I renounce to it all, I do too, how many angles he can take. There will be a better quality of humanity, after his kiss, everyone bows, sooner or latter.
Word after word we hold onto our uniformed ribbons and traditional customs too to impulse the great cause. For the heavy tribulations serve royally in this cared privacy for the King of the Gods. Have not we Greeks sent Alexander the Great for the dream of uniting one World, onto our brothers with our bull (Zeus) to Northern Europe far away with the Colonies. Do not mess with the Kingdom of Heaven, nymphs and elves, from the oldest Faith to the youngest modernity, from the Egyptian Dynasty whom united us the learning of our past brotherhoods. You could never take our copy rights.
Using a length of signals at the rear Pillar in the effect is curious to watch him, as elegant and communicative standing 30 centimetres proud from the main structure of the left when it comes about him by the entrance with Apollo and Athena. Nodded towards him to come near, he shall not see what the spirit does before the flesh has shown, only for a few seconds, developed jointly employing an unusual form using prefabricated words. It was all a show, when you knew how it can go in advance bypassing with the many impossibilities whom possible as flipping coins are too.
"Hermes tell the Underworld rivers of Memory and Forgetfulness for they're located before re-birth to come, that Zeus is having a holiday for one month. Also, if is kind of yours to tell the main river that to succeed in the upper world Zeus will have given his word during this two months. Prepare for blooming Spring with May where death learned from it's tales to rejuvenate." There is no stained glass nor Mosaic that stops us from foreseen the value of any true, it can be displayed decoratively, titling, becoming stronger and softer, receive any makeover, but without the soul of the heart to whom could we celebrate and multiply to whom else but the whole existence of his.
one — two — three — four — one after another. silent vibrations of whirling sound soar through the air, arrows engulfed in white flame of design racing for their handcrafted target ; ( sharply into the hellbent creatures falling ruthlessly through the sky ).
‘again!’
silver cloaked huntresses of artemis pull back their gleaming bows, blessed by the ( virgin goddess ) herself, and fire out in the clouds again. banshee like screams tear through the sky as the birdesque creatures plummet in defeat toward the ground and into the war zone below them. and quite the war it is.
bouncing locks of black brush brush across broad and defined shoulders. he’s a sight for sore eyes, even underneath the mixture of blood, dirt, and soot that cloud the definitive features of his focused face. he’s just before the training rooms where countless games of capture the flag had commenced ; and the very people he’d fought with and against in battle the last four years are at large. flame and flicker lick across the buildings of camp half-blood, cabins of the deities in state of collapsing and destruction. every child, no matter how minor their godly parentage, has shown face to defend their safe haven, engaging in battles on the spectrum from individualizing to group effort — to no avail.
camp half-blood is burning.
large hands flex at waist length, tugging forth the extremities to cox forceful shields of black across the trampled grass — blocking off a group jaw dropping blondes. their lips are moving rapidly, binding the relentless half man, half horse hybrid to the likes of their every word. unable to resist the charmspeak from the blood of aphrodite through the blackened shield has caused them to submit nimbly, only turning havoc on one another instead, the shaft of their blades driving into one another viciously.
swirls of darkened clouds and gray skies pool the heavens, forcing the havoc into already misguided darkness in rapid succession. as quick as it comes, lightening strikes across the sky — highlighting the raging battle below and with it brings the unforgivable downpour of rain. his eyes flash upward, just in time with the bolt of light, to see the familiar stature of towering man in the sky ( quite literally riding the waves of the air ). ‘come on, fairchild, don’t hold out on me!’ the voice booms with volume and power even through chaos reigned. he fights his focus to split attention between guarding the aphrodite children and keeping his gaze locked on the figurehead. a chuckle ripples from the deeply voiced male and he’s closer to him than should’ve been humanly possible in the blink of an eye.
‘wes!’ he calls out, but the son of zeus is going as quickly as he’s come, enough to offer the boy a wink and a rippling chuckle with only one piece of advice ‘stop flirting with the ‘dite kids and show us what’s up, dead boy.’ before he’s striking down the center of the field in the midst of a group of covenesque beings, rising hell with fits of magic and spark. the power of hecate’s offspring assisted by zeus’ trembling control sky reign is enough to take out the bloodletting minotaur.
his hands pull backward, dropping the shadow shields across the group of blondes just as apollo’s young sprawl across the field toward them in aid — rushing to brush the unmatched touch of their fingertips, sealing wounds and gashes as the team splits into two and drowns them in an absence of sound, stripping the sound waves from their enemies and plunging them into a mental state of deaf. he takes this as his chance to turn on his heels, darting between battle to cross the field and find solace against the training building before disappearing into the burning structure.
there’s a moment of nothing but screams and cries of war. then the barking.
the cabin explodes, collapsing faulty at the expense of pressure as the beasts of the dead grow in size until they’ve nearly reached the heavens. ( hell hounds ). the underworlds guard dogs race through the camp grounds, baring teeth sinking into their guided victims — taking direction from the same man who’d summoned them. he’s staggered, riding the collar of the largest of the pack before he whistles violently. his hounds halt before immediately kneeling on command. a brute group of boys and girls appear with spears in tow before they individually mount a hellhound, taking for themselves as the ares cabin nod homage to him only to lead into war with their brilliant direction, tossing spears with unmissable aim into the hearts of harpies as their booming voices carry through the rain in calls of war strategy.
‘chance, heads up!’ a circling formation of hermes’ soar through the sky and past him, diving and swooping high and low to taunt and patronize the smaller vixens, tugging and pulling from all ends before snatching them straight off the ground and plucking them into a place of abyss. there was no way around them, no escaping the sneaky hands from the rulers of theft. and for a moment, even in the chaos that surrounds him, he almost lets out a smirk. the dogs dart forward and in the moment of glory, there’s room to actually win. the inhabits of camp were out for blood and together —
the winds knocked out of him, dark and dangerous eyes rolling to the back of his head as he plummets toward the ground, falling forty feet from the hounds back and spiraling into the battle below as the shrieking banshees circulate around him in their deathly song, darting straight toward to capture the tumbling boy. and for a moment, he’s enticed with the darkness that hungrily engulfs him, the familiar feeling of fear and death usually wrapped around his aura instead finding placement within his inner subconscious. is this what mortals were so afraid of? maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as it seemed. he’s fading; the sounds of the banshees are faltering. the pain he hadn’t realized he’d been in for the last two hours begins to numb. he hadn’t realized how tired he was, the fatigue belonging to his overexertion of power finallyconsuming him.
silence.
then the ringing.
charcoal black eyes flutter open to stare into grey irises, familiar ones. the haze of his brain makes minimal connection. this is a child of athena. they’re yelling . . . at him? but the roaring and rushing waves of ringing take the focus of his ears, everything around his simply drowns in comparison. then it clicks. he knows the sound. he sits up, nearly flipping to his feet only to find himself in a human circle, all with backs facing him as they go toe to toe with the predominately winning banshees. the hag of women take no mercy, darting forward and taking the lives of two of the eight in circle straight to the throat with a flick of her filthy and elongated nail. the ringing gets louder, followed by the feeling of dread. they were losing. camp half-blood was losing. the ringing that could only resonate with a child of hades was lined with death, feeling life force leaving bodies of those closes to him from all angles. the offspring of athena was only two casualties of the rapidly rising tens of hundreds. there’s too much death, forcing him into sensory overload. he’s no choice but to act on impulse. fighting through the intensifying ring, focusing his energy to explode the shrieking banshees into fits of hellfire, forcing their already eternally damned souls to the pits of hell — staggering him to the last of his strength as he desperately falls into nearing submission to the will of the ringing and fatigue.
‘chance!’
even over the ringing, that voice holds dynamite in his head. even over the ringing. wes.
‘chance! the lake! get to the lake!’
blurred vision manages contact with the man darting and weaving through the massacre of the demigod bloodline. the tune has changed. he’s never seen wes out of control. he’s never seen wes ( scared ). then he understands. there’s only one way in and one way out. half-blood hill wouldn’t hold up for much longer. the demons and monsters alike were multiplying in numbers as their own diminished.
( so he runs. )
chance rushes forward, following 100 yards behind the other, the ringing almost as loud as the pounding of his heart as he makes a finalized attempt to whisper to himself, raising an army of skull and bone from the dirt and ground to protect as their on foot assailants — the militia of traveling dead giving them one straight shot to the canoe lake. every limb of his is on fire, screaming in protest and a desire to rest. to stop. to surrender. wes is waning in front of him. his speed is slowed and slurred. neither will last long.
the pair turn the corner, passing the dining pavilion and dipping behind the big house to get to the styx lake in the center of camp half blood. and it isn’t until they’ve fully come into view do they stop dead in their tracks. a tsunami of wave as high as the largest trees swarm unforgivably, the entire lake nearly emptied into the space of the air — and at it’s center ( serenity ). the daughter of poseidon and all the wrath she carried, the violent currents threatening to spill over at any moment. her eyes dark down to the boys on the ground . . . and for a moment, chance is almost sure he sees tears in her eyes, something neither of the men had seen in their lifetime.
and like a puzzle piece, it connects.
‘wes, we can’t. our parents . . . my dad forbade us from ever —‘
‘get a grip, fairchild! daddy isn’t here, now is he, chance? none of them are. you think if any of the gods gave a f*** about what’s to happen next, they’d be here by now, wouldn’t you say? they’re not going to f***ing show up, somebodies got to.’
‘weston!’ ‘chancellor, we’re f***ing dying out there. literally. dying. all of us . . . is that a f***ing dragon?’
the wraths of the waves increase, shaking the ground at their feet. serenity is faltering, her current threatening to overpower her. the sky is filled with circulating scales of creatures, wings causing blares of wind to nearly take her out. there was no debate. and in the end, chance knew as well as wes that this is what it would come to. from the very beginning.
wes runs full speed, inhumanely fast, until he’s swept by wind, nearly bouncing off the darkened clouds to ascend upward. the storm had been particular but after a moment of him disappearing, it’s nothing in comparison to the brewing darkness that begins to fill the sky. the sixpm sky is midnight dark. cracks of thunder fume the sky, strong winds nearly knocking chance off of his feet.
chance remains in position, fighting to keep his stance against the licking winds — parallel from but below serenity, feet buried to the ground. wes’ wrath is rapidly unforgivable, the heavy rains only feeding serenity’s power. his eternal conflict has dissolved and in place, his final act of vengeance. he only nods to the girl in the middle and she weakly returns it, the on pour of tears enough to create a flood of it’s own.
and at that, chance’s bloodcurdling scream breaks through any sound above it as he drives his hands straight into the ground. the ringing in his ears is at an all time high. death is upon the masses. and like the threes godly counterpart, it was at their hands. serenity releases, the hellish current sending the grounds of the camp into an oceanic flood as an earsplitting crack of lightening from the will of wes shatters into the hands of chance, spitting the ground into two. heaven, earth, hell and everything in between have crossed unlikely paths.
everything is shaking. vibrating. moving.
there is the final sound of wes’ booming yell. another crack of lightening. and the screeches of the souls belonging to the underworld roar ghoulishly in answer to chance as fire rises from the pits, sending demigods and demons alike into the depths of hell. drowning, burning, frying.
Fiery Guardian of the Eternal Flame.Channeling the energy and characteristics of Hera, first daughter, Zeus as the second brother, meaning he is a consort King. Breath deep, simply breath letting the symbols go, letting the body drop, breathing deep, let go from each detail. Throughout the historical timelines you had seen me, jointed to me to empower you, specially to the woman, to guide you and aloud you to be in your history with the understandings of the divine masculine.
Is impossible to make a story really, I'm tired of having my stories and characters copied and given to others, my words are copied, so no fancy words today, it all seems to revert used also against me and yet again here I'm in the evolution of no gender but the collective consciousness of the feminine ruler, arts, every art has the power of relations in it from voice and song, to a gestured dancing pose, to mark history, it's in this power around the Muses that I Hera could only Rule. To whom surrounded me by the celebrity Inspiration, became a host to thy parties, eternally pleased and only constantly with the Graces and Faith by Zeus Victories, let me welcome the Primal Gods and my sons, the sons of the Creator, the nymphs who command the geographical political stand to the movement of each culture and warriors.
From a place called ego you will never find me, in the heart is the direction to be a leader that might be a masculine quality yet within there is a consciousness that gifs birth, a gift of nations and entities, worlds further beyond you could ever imagine could exist to grow, that you are safe as a leader. In your body and environment, that if you life in Here in your desire you will lead all the step of the way.
My energy is not coming through human form as a story, no poetry, no colours or glimmering lights, nothing there could see, nothing tangible today. Sustainability is an experience to be sustaining always by living in the heart, sustaining the body of your man, your people, raising a heavenly state as in the home, that you are worthy looking at your achievements. Drawing in to this words that I speak there is a calling to inspire others. Many deaths have come for no reason but ego and pain, for not accepting others, for wanting to dominate others to feel how powerful you are, when in the other side power has been abuse and no power has experience the re-connection that fire of power, that flame which never ends. This passion. Focus on this. Meditate on this. And you will know in what direction to go in your leader ship, it does not have to be a great scale it also happens organically around you for how you relate with those around you.
Limiting believes is not my consort, other Gods and Goddess will rise to it, tap on them, for what you hold and it's fine to bring forth this sensitives and styles, cultures, forms. All Gods and Goddess are as important as believes. To empower others, is what a leader represents, inspiring others to be what they truly are, speaking your truth, how people would judge you might be for the highest good.
My Love is discreet and no one business is, Zeus creation is such as mine, I do also shift shape, but as I say, my love is discreet and no one has record to it, my knowledge has nothing really, if you step forward to see the whole picture, it ignites the power of burning inside that kind of blissfulness in the abundance of all patterns from governing abundance flows. Let go to the concept of time. Let go and stop in the beauty around Olympus courageously. Take that step into the unknown, and yo know when you step in the confines of the Kingdom of the Air. Two are linked and one is the same.
Gently without duality of wrong or write, over or under recognises all as a mirror, its dynamics occurring. It escalates, the need to fight in the masculine energy, coming into your breath and heart, knowing you can intimidate and in compassion you become a bird, you take a step away by showing compassion for another moment will be taken, assisting in expansion, every action in man, we hug to breath. Were are your limits, some are more intense than others, is the nature of the illusion and is challenging to let go of conditionings. Not having to make your self right, steeping back breathing into the heart of the matter with mercy for Gaia who has cry our winters into frozen melting rivers in spring. Feel it glow, not in fear but in humanity, civilisation might have been a mistake from the wars of Troy, Aphrodite had such a strong vibration that she had the most powerful pick from Paris to empower Hellen wish. Our porpoise of creation, was to empower man.
Now my son is married to a Grace and his invisible metal net has given truth for no one to be betrayed after what Ares did. All is changing in this range right here, without a doubt you will know you are a leader. Compassion to yourself has shown me how much you can have for me, we are all connected, concentrate in this flame. A flame who shall had never been taken down to humans, now they must walk a thousand hundred million years to understand by experience how to be as Greek Gods. Habits that you stored in your consciousness and you think you know, wont move into this new Era. The emergence of the masculine and feminine in the oneness state is strongest when it expands with freedom by it's laws. Then you don't plan to be a leader, people come to you because of your powerful vibration. You will attract more by the Universal Laws as you shine by love and compassion in your self first in connection. Woman has been persecuted.
Empowered and Disempowerment
Attraction and Rejection
Believes and disbelieves, a space for this and a space for that, the right choice for the right moment, there is no need to stay in a state of insecurity and fear, when you enriched yourself with as many as possible mistakes, it all will occur for the highest to allow you to play, to become in power with relationships is the most powerful process. Know that I'm with you always, be aware my dear ones, be aware of the stories that others tell from us will never be as the ones we write.
"One , is all I ask." for womam to be as godesses and man, god, a divinity.
"Its written in small letter!" Exclaimed as the feelings of nature overcoming, even in this crown who is my heart the sentiments for the policy had to be remarked.
"Look up my child!" I will fall myself for leaving you happy, it seem as if I had lost the power of saying anything else, or even in commanding the laws, when they are known to be followed.
"The male workers can run and I will bless thee who enriches, this pleasure with power for the woman as well, for who doesn't let them be known. For the foundations of this civilization, female talents are to be sponsored as they earn the place they have cultivated. Children too shall free in their freedom and devotional arts though the science of the mother's education. Sponsored them by the ruling Government, I am. Sisters of mine you will stop fighting each other for that one place is not a man, but the work field."
The muses fairly entertained me to be inspired, sisters and daughters to Zeus and the river Nymph of Memory they resembled the information to come down at anyone who flowered them with candles, coins or sweets. When the herald left to deliver their right in mind and hand, Heaven's sky drew a pinkish spray of layers blending newness to the light blues in the last lines of the dawn.
"Who shall conform man talking to man, Olympus is not the house of Zeus! Before the Trojan War at least! As he Won later on with all the support of the King of Kings, Agamemnon. We can support the earnest of man and woman advancing with this very futures at the everlasting celebrations of the Greek Gods who begins ciclically in Spring."
I weep bitterly because I was alone, attempting in vainglory, from time to time to be heard directly.
"Homer could not have depicted me more horrendous than what sunk him on his Oddysey to have drown by the sirens. The excessive of devotion is for here and now in all of us." Clapped my hands eagerly for the muse of dance to calm the beasts of the kings and made this law propel with gracious movements of the body.
"Beyond the mind, make them sign for the woman who needs her children, man have work brutally, punishing each other in wars, sacking woman as trophies."
This values will change, waited passively in the crowning present holding this document within all of the bonding minds. I heard then the servants in the streets of Athens proclaim as they controlled the sex slaves, it started to divulge, I heard too the directions given generously to build this civilisation, did I feel like dancing in grace for the eternal light and freedom?
"Wait! Dance for me, till I rise with them as we were once before!"
Nature had infinite patterns for recreating this biological fauna, and too in our minds and oceanic waves to passion the rivers and showers of the whole existence. If I was the Goddess of Bonds, let the children celebrate their mother who in full interest near their loving heart to their growth.
Thinking alone in complicity for the political alignment of the three Faiths, how funny because all this stories from the future bringing children without a mother, to become independent or tyrant as this hostile present. If woman are supported the whole History in the future will collapse right now. And this is the present that dominates from ancestral times. I bind with oaths to the eternal flame when even the newborn of Eros, was given to Aphrodite from the hands of Pita, the Goddess of poverty and Wisdom his father. The creator of attraction and repulsion for Zeus can have this laws as well, now its true we gain Wisdom through bows of poverty, in the non attachment of thy self. Let female's freedom be conceived by rebirth, sheltered and cared to function as master of thy self. "here is now in every woman and man.