Happy Days Are Here Again!!

Okay, so I haven't been very consistent in posting. Truth to tell, mostly I've been watching with fascination the feeding frenzy away over thar in the Nation's Capeetol. I almost did a blog on how Olympus was trembling, the Throne of Zeus crumbling under Him.

But I didn't. *Sigh*

No, things are moving so fast that by the time I would have posted, the whole focus had shifted from Olympus to Poseidon's realm, where the sharks had begun to feed on the chum (Coakley, Bernanke, Nelson, et al) tossed to them by Zeus.

It's a beautiful thing...

And now -- now -- oh happy day! Zeus is sending down His emissaries to walk among the mortals, to speak to them and learn their fears and Hopes and why they have turned away from Him and the other gods, and bring back the news to Olympus, so that He may address these problems.

But wait, didn't He once walk among the mortals himself, touching and being touched, speaking and being spoken to, rallying the mortals and gathering them to Himself in a great groundswell of Hope and Change? Did He not swear to be One with them always? Did He not promise to bring back the rains and make the crops flourish, to heal the sick and shelter the homeless, to bring the poorest poor to the heights of the Titans, while slaying the Titans and spreading their gold and jewels among the mortals? To bring an end to war and suffering?

He did.

But, as with all gods, and even more so with the King of the gods, He has no mortal blood or soul in Him, and so cannot truly feel the pain of mortals. His moment among the mortals convinced Him that they were fools, easily led and manipulated, and He spoke their language well enough to convince them that He was One of them. He won the war waging on Olympus and took the Throne.

And promptly shut the gates, lest others come to challenge him. He gathered to Him those He had called enemy, of Himself and of the mortals, and spoke to the mortals, saying, "You shall forget that I once called them incompetent, liars, and evil." And it was forgotten. He commanded great feasts of celebration, while enjoining mortals to live frugally, to give their last coin, to work in His service after laboring through the day in their own shops and fields.

And below, the crops withered, the poor grew in ranks, and the Titans regained their wealth and more, as tributes from the mortals filled their coffers, poured there by the hand of Zeus. For, despite all the rhetoric, Zeus knows that He cannot survive without the Titans. He and the gods lost sight of the world below, and the suffering of those who had raised Him to His place.

A season is nothing to the gods, a blink of time. But to mortals, it is a long time, wherein life and livelihood, money and home are lost, and scales can fall from eyes. The gods surrounding Zeus, being as they are, war among themselves. And they are always battling, for position, wealth and power. A group of them thought themselves greater and wiser than the others, and naturally wiser than the mortals, and sought to make new commands for the people, calling it Health Care Reform, and said it was good.

And it was good. For them. Greater wealth and power was written for them in those scrolls.

But the Oracles spoke to the mortals who would listen, and the mortals cried out against the new edicts, even as the gods warred among themselves to increase their power and wealth and could not make strong enough alliances to bring agreement to Zeus for his Seal.

Zeus heard the cries of the mortals, and said to them, "You will not listen to the false Oracles or to the mortals who bring you this disinformation. They lie to you. They seek to frighten you. I am Zeus, the King of the gods, and I know what is best for you. You will hear only me." And the mortals...rebelled.

And they sent a message to Olympus, taking back a Temple Seat from Zeus, and throwing His own words back at Him, calling it the Mortal's Seat. The absolute power of Olympus was broken. And the King of the gods has remembered the power of the mortals. The power that brought Him, an unknown, to the Throne as King of the gods and of the world.

And He is afraid.

He is afraid because He has lost the love of the mortals, and fear has been such a part of their lives for so long that He cannot use that weapon effectively anymore. His lightning bolts are weak. He has lost allies among the gods and demigods as they see their own positions threatened, their temples ignored or surrounded by angry mobs, their rivals strengthened in the eyes of the mortals. They will not side with Zeus when they soon face their own time walking among mortals, for that brief moment trying to convince mortals that they are One with them, that they feel the pain and bring hope and change.

So He sends His emissaries forth, to walk among the mortals...

Will the mortals remember that He once told them He knew their hearts, their hopes and fears? Will they see now that He never had, that He always knew He was better and greater than they, that He is a god without the need for mortals? Or will they forget again, and fall into the sleep of the charmed? Will the knowledge brought back by the emissaries be used for good, for learning, or for weaving a new web?

That scroll is still unwritten...