It Begins

It begins like this:  It begins with YOU.  

It is nearly quarter past Midnight as Kronos enters The House of the Fixed Constellations. Everything resonates with a sombre melancholic emotion too primal to ignore. Etz Ha-Chajim, Saturn, The Youngest of the Old Forgotten Gods, a Titan that once ruled over Chao and a Son of Gaia, Mother of Us all, regards us from The Heavenly Thrones.  Looking down upon His Mother, The Father of the Gods watches as we rape and pillage Her. He has watched this happen for as long as humanity has looked up.

Her once beautiful Forests that breathed life into the Heavens now a handful of rotting twigs. Her azure waters and green lakes now receptacles for humanity’s effluvia.  We have become so far removed from the nature that IS us, we barely resemble anything of Earth's origin.

Kronos ticks His way through the Eons and guarantees one thing if nothing more.  That Time will bring Understanding, this circle or calamity has its place in the Divine Plan, yet Gaia’s screams still echo through the Void, reaching the Heart of Dark Stars that are watching the abominations imposed on Her by Her very own creations.  

Gaia is dyeing and the Citadel of the Stars lament their Sister. Gaia who rose from the bosom of Chaos to be the Queen of the Immortals now lays stripped naked, burning under rubbish and filth, whilst Zion looks down upon Her in great sorrow.  

'Yod He Vav He Elohim who will avenge our Mother?  We beseech You, Great Titan Lord, call Upon the Ancient Ones to crush those that defile Her that begat us all’.

Saturn looks down upon me in tenebrous silence as dark clouds chase across grey skies.  It is anathema to petition the Gods without ritual, I am not surprised my rant has not been heeded.  A Ritual is required and I need to prepare.