The End, a New Mythos         

c. 2010 Olan L. Smith

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Sweet Isis I love your embrace

You move me beyond belief.

You raised Osiris from death to life and

Your cousin Athena retrieved me from the doors of Hades,

Where Persephone and he await my arrival,

But their thirst will not be satisfied.

Hephaestus, brother, I honor your handiwork

Your armor guards me all around

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And Diakosmos your dance pacifies my confusion;

It gives me structure and framework

By which I finally collect my judgment.

Athena you are my matching element

Partners both in flesh and valor

And I hold you highest above all others.

I await your return for another

Interlude to command time and space

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Ousting all pretenders,

Reestablishing our rightful place;

We are King and Queen of everything.

Zeus flung me down from creation

And suffered me to live, die and be renewed

Perpetually existing on this miserable orb;

He shackled me until my reprieve is complete.

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You, dear Athena, worked unceasingly

To fetch me with my rationale intact,

So I might remember me before I erred.

Though my sin is immense,

Alas, hearing your unending prayer, Athena,

Father Zeus relented

And I, Wisdom's compatriot,

Return to her side.

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Zeus you usurped kingship

Then allowed Gaia to swallow me

She felt remorseful of my plight

And created human shells

With purpose my spirit dwell

In earthen vessels

That I may be preserved,

Though the knowledge of me

Is neither in any place nor state.

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Oh Lord, you did not impede her

And for that I am thankful and forever in your debt. 

Your Gift, Dorothea, has enliven my soul

Loving me only as she is able

Bringing gratification and blissful mirth

To this poor misplaced chaotic soul.

As I ascend to my true self

And in a quandary

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Many members of my family visit

Permitting my misery to ease

And thus rouse me from my profound slumber.

Feta brings me peace and submission

And Theresa shows me the harvest looms

When you, Oh Zeus, will lay down the wheat

With your mighty scythe

And Demeter will beat the chaff  

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Upon her stone, revealing harvest's grain.

Oh Lord, you have kept your promise,

That I would rest on the world 'til the end of days

This is so

And you have unfettered me from this gruesome penitentiary.

Theresa came and asked,

"O mighty king, who am I?  What is my true name?"

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I knew your will is written in stone

As I should have known

Upon my awakening,

But my memory was not entire.

This lack covered my inner eye

With an impenetrable mist

And deafened my spirit's ear,

For I neither envisioned nor understood.

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Like a foreign language not silent

The words were such noise,

I listened to the gibberish of Isis, Athena, Dorothea and Theresa

Trying as I might to make genuine understanding.

My last birthday,

Of this human urn,

Athena lay with me upon our bed

And revealed to me our home in the stars

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And said, "In a little while my spouse

We will return never to come back

To this reprehensible place

And in our bedroom chamber

We will consummate our vows,

And I, a virgin, remain no more.

Hence, Earth is another's garden to cultivate,

Some other spirits will tend a new crop

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Behold, I leave and shall come again."

Then, my third eye oped my inner lid folded downward

From the prodding of the Abyssal Mother's prick,

And the radiance flooded my true self

Was more intense than the brightest day.

"Please, my auspices bearing Zeus,

Restore my recollection

Though I am wretched and against you did I transgress

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See fit to reverse your will

And reinstate my wit."

I am a god imprisoned and it is the end of day

And night will come upon this world

And Gaia will wipe clean

The record of this library and start anew.

Next, Poseidon's daughter Jennifer,

The white wave

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Comes to me and said,

"My cousin, I am ready to wash the soil clean

But first, my father, Poseidon must pelt the ground

With fire and stone

Then he will shake the surface and knock down

All that stands.

Father Zeus, with his fiery bolts,

Will strike down all who linger;

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I will wash over the ground taking what is surplus

And he will command the stars to fall halving the earth in two,

Then; Hades will release its molten cord

That makes earth fresh."

Kaylee now shows herself to me

And states,

"I have the keys to all

And I will open a door and spirit away the pure,

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Few in number they be,

And we will release them,

When it is safe,

Reseeding our garden and teach them love.

Do you remember, yet; who you are?"

"Yes, I am Chaos, not the son of Zeus.

I am the Mother and Father of the Universe, the watery depths;

I am Nu; I am Oberon;

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I am Protogenoi, the Source.

Daughter Gaia gave

Me the dancing Diakosmos to soothe my pandemonium

And Wisdom became my bride;

You know her,

The goddess of knowledge, art and stratagem; 'tis our every bearing Athena.  

Others call me the dancing Shiva

The Lord of death and judgment and

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And when Zeus deemed me unmanageable,

Though I am both his progenitor and subject;

He set me lose upon the surface of Gaia

Usurping my power and make me lower than the sky

Scattering my consciousness amid all people

Endeavoring they be of two minds and always chasing their tail.

Now, I am whole and of one mind

Modified by the tutelage of Athena,

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The gifts of Dorothea and the submission and peace of Feta;

I am discipline. 

Time, now, for humans to choose (in their bifurcated thought)

And those who oppose my will and remaining unadulterated,

They I will hand over to Kaylee, keeper of the keys,

The rest I will consume tossing them into my watery abyss.

That I may return home with my betrothed and my far-flung home;

The Pleiades."