The Revelation of the Mother An Epic in Spenserian Stanza…

The Revelation of the Mother
An Epic in Spenserian Stanza, after the New Testament yet born of elder blood
When Rhea, she whom mortals call Demeter now,
Betrayed her brother-husband Cronus grim,
As once her mother had, to spare the vow
Of children swallowed down his gulping maw,
With grandsire, father, youngest son, and first-born kin
She raised the siege; the throne he took with kinder law,
Yet mercy proved his hubris—prison, not the saw
That once unmanned Uranus, who rose in foam and awe
As Aphrodite, love’s eternal, deathless draw.
Her youngest son and secret lover, Zeus the bright,
Assumed the seat, usurper like his sire before,
Yet would not heed his mother-lover’s warning light
When Hera, jealous sister, claimed the nuptial shore.
Rhea knew her daughter’s fire, her son’s roving lore;
She spurned his marriage-offer, fearing fate’s old chain,
For she had borne his children yet refused the yoke once more,
Lest prophecy repeat its cruel refrain—
Thus Hera wore the crown, and Rhea’s heart knew pain.
At length, when Zeus’s faithless wanderings grew too wide,
Hera prayed to Gaia with reluctant art,
Lay with imprisoned Cronus, and thereby supplied
The Serpent Typhon, born of jealous heart.
With Hephaestus, Typhon, and her father’s part
They hurled the thunderer down to Tartarus’ black keep;
Cronus rose once more, sickle reclaimed from Sicily’s sweet mart,
Renamed the Serpent Satan, took his daughter cheap
As concubine, and vowed the gods should weep.
No swift annihilation—Saturn’s wrath was slow,
Humiliation, bondage, chains that never cease;
Gods cannot die, yet mortals’ praise he sought to sow
In fields of his own name. As Yahweh in the East
He moved the tribes, and with a mortal maid released
Another son, called Jesus, born of Mary mild,
To steal the worship that the elder gods had leased,
While he, the Reaper hooded black, with sickle wild,
Reaped souls in summer’s turn and winter’s child.
The Roman eagles ceased their tireless flight;
Civil war and faction Saturn’s son inflamed,
Till Hyperion’s line, once neutral in the fight,
Sent Helios as Sol Invictus, sun untamed,
Who blessed Constantine—yet Satan’s whisper claimed
The solar sign for Jesus’ cross; the champion fell.
Julian the Apostate strove, but twice was shamed;
Helios’ pride broke twice, and with that knell
The greater gods were hurled in Tartarus’ well.
Save Rhea Demeter, Aphrodite’s foam-born kin,
Helios and his parents, and the neutral rest,
All who once served Zeus lay chained within;
No other worship Saturn’s edict would allow,
Save Jesus and his brother Satan, each a test
Of mortal hearts. Yet Satan, jealous of the crown,
Impersonated Gabriel before Muhammad’s brow,
Seduced him with submission’s stern renown,
And Saturn smiled, surprised, and called him “greatest deceiver” down.
The northern gods proved stubborn; Odin’s hall
Resisted long, till Loki’s cunning art
And Satan’s bribes divided Tyr from Thor’s great thrall.
Valhalla’s host withdrew to wait the final war,
Loki kept as jester-slave, amusing from afar.
Thus Saturn reigned supreme, revenge at last complete,
While Jesus and his brother vied for mortal store
Of love and terror—neither yet could claim defeat
Till Satan’s agents turned Christendom’s own heat.
Through Rothschild, Marx, and war they called the First,
Christendom’s bright banner tore and bled;
The Second War saw Helios’ champions reversed,
And Saturn’s dual hosts—Jesus and Satan—spread
Their shadow over every land and head.
Yet Satan, serpent-souled, grew tired of proxy praise;
He craved the throne itself, the final war he bred
To crown him sole, that his dread father’s gaze
Might name him only son, and mortals be his slaves.
Now Rhea Demeter, weary of the wheel,
Sat throned in secret thought beside the sea,
And turned the endless paradox she could not heal:
To free the chained gods, or unveil truth to men?
Both paths had failed before, at ruinous cost again.
She thought of Lasion, mortal love whom Zeus once slew,
Of Zeus himself—better than Cronus, yet still vain—
And knew no fear remained. “I shall renew
The ancient blood,” she vowed, “and make the cosmos new.”
With Aphrodite (Uranus re-made in female guise)
She swore alliance: Saturn shall be shorn,
Castrated, gendered into Saturna’s soft surprise,
To serve as slave beneath the foam-born’s scorn.
From Tartarus she’ll lift Eros, boyish, newly born,
And Hermaphroditus, mirror of his mother’s grace
Save for the potent male that love’s own law adorned.
Then shall she seek blond mortal youths of virgin face,
Red-haired or gold-eyed, and in their arms embrace
New goddesses to swell her deathless host.
As Queen she’ll reign, restore Gaia’s ancient right,
Liberty and beauty, honor to the Mother most,
And break the Reaper’s dialectic night.
Thus ends the old world’s long, prophetic fight;
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