Spiral Galaxy M83 Chandra X-ray Observatory
Similar to our own Milky Way Galaxy where we are on the edge.
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Mt. Olympus is a pleasant enough name but the top of a mountain does not do justice for this Place, the size of which is broader and deeper than the known human universe, or even knowable universe or multiple other dimensions and elusive crannies holding other universes for that matter and lack of it. Humans, dead or alive, have a small vocabulary because, well, they are smaller than they think, infinitely smaller.
This is the Supervisor who rests, so to speak, on the other side of this Rebellion of the Dead. I lift the shade a bit here because this is a story that needs to be told if indeed Justice exists.
For my part in this book I play the older brother of Zeus, known as Hades in ancient Greek times. I am a Betweener in real time, and am femaleanmale as are the others up here on the old mountaintop. Female always first. Gender has little meaning here because it is of no use. Even among the Dead it has no use, but it does have meaning. Identity always has meaning in these books. Gender is a destiny of sorts, but a changeable one. One’s birth day is not changeable after the fact and this is true for us gods in-and-in Olympus too.
Three beginning strategies or positions will be played out in this first chapter, dead humans v. gods. While chess had not yet been invented in the world of the Living it was known and played among the Dead. This is a more dangerous and aggressive game than most war generals understood in those days or even today. If you are not into chess, do not be concerned. This added bonus is for those who are intuitive multi-dimensional in the inner warfare already underway.
The Game
1W. P-Q4
1B. P-QB3
2W. P-QB4
I prefer the generic term ‘the Supervisor’ to Hades because complications arise for no reason other than imagination without much thought to build it on. This Place, Olympus is built on Reason used as a Linking Verb: to be.
I am one of several intermediaries for Zeus. As Marios said a few moments ago, ‘We need a runner to send him a message.’ Now, people use the Internet, but then, we used runners because the vocabulary is more culturally understandable. For those who are thoughtful in a slightly different orientation, thinks of us lesser gods as fingertips personified and feel your way through the paragraphs. Mainly there are five of us. Number One is younger brother Zeus. Be careful which digit you make him, if you catch my drift. It pays to be thoughtful in here as you will see for yourself one day.
The highest in rank next to Zeus is Athena, a warrior guardian who sprang from the head of Zeus. Rumor has it she blows the final trumpet through the Dead, but in here Zeus has not made up herorhis mind, so no one knows for sure.
The third of three is Apollo, a son of Zeus. Prophecy is sometimes misunderstood or mistranslated amidst a storm of wishful thinking and self-deception. Apollo’s gaze is true but he’s looking through.
The fourth runner is Apollo’s twin, Artemis, the huntress of the good and just as well as a great healer of the human psyche. Went Artemis enters the Place of the Dead she appears to have four directional faces so she never lifts her own gaze from her father, Zeus. Listen as she speaks, “I provide the invisible horizontal balance for what you see.”
The fifth, who might that be? Appearing old, upright and astute with unflinching eyes, she in an untimely mix of weaving beacons souls forth. “I am the other, the First, the Female. My finger is intuition and I pointed it your way for your first and will also, for one other day.”
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Shortly below on Fields of Green the four Dead gathered bouquet-like to meet with the One elected among the Dead, the leader of the First Ten Thousand, to stand ready for battle if need be, with others of Olympus and the likes of Me.
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