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He is known by many titles: the God of gods,
of Thunder, great Jupiter, King to Mount.
Olympus and the great blue sky above,
*thunder* Zeus!
But the story does not start with him, it
starts generations before.
Cronos married his sister Rhea (you know like
Adam and Eve).
*super hot fire yelling*
Look, my mom’s a minister I can say whatever
I want.
And yes, we will be talking about the Bible
and the Qur’an and the Dao and whatever
scripture looks interesting enough.
But for now we are discussing Zeus.
Cronos, Father of the Gods married his sister
Rhea, Goddess of Earth.
Cronos became king of the gods because he
killed his father Uranus.
Uranus then prophesied to Cronos, “You murder
me now and steal my throne - but one of your
own sons will dethrone you, for crime begets
crime.”
Hence the Biblical law, “eye for an eye”
and even the phrase “the apple does not
fall far from the tree.”
Fearing his loss of life Cronos swallowed
his children as they were born, first his
three daughters - Hestia, Demeter and Hera;
then his two sons - Hades and Posiedon.
Rhea was extremely distraught and angry that
when came time to birth her next son she crept
to the darkest part of Olympus as so Cronos
would never know.
Birthing a son named Zeus.
Rhea then placed sleeping Zeus in a golden
cradle and hung him on an olive tree.
She then trekked back up the mountain, wrapped
a rock in a blanket and sang it a lullaby.
The grumpy Cronos awoke from his bed, snatched
the bundled rock from her arms and like a
goat he swallowed it whole.
The trick worked brilliantly, Rhea ran back
to the cradle with Zeus and took him to a
pasture in the fields.
She gave him to a family of shepherds to raise,
promising them that their lovely sheep shall
not be harmed by wolves ever again.
Zeus grew to a beautiful young man without
his father ever knowing a thing.
But over the years Rhea grew lonely, so she
finally brought him back to the court of gods
and introduced him to Cronos as the new cupbearer.
Cronos was not angry, but instead pleased
because Zeus grew to be a beautiful young
man.
One night though Zeus and his mother Rhea
devised a plan for the release of their family
members.
They created a concoction of mustard, salt
and nectar, giving it the next day to Cronos.
The great Father of the Gods vomited up first
a stone, then Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades,
and Posiedon.
Because of their godly nature they were still
undigested and alive.
They graciously thanked Zeus and chose him
to forever be their leader.
Then came the Titanomachy!
Zeus convinced his brothers and sisters to
incite a rebellion against their father.
They gathered monsters forged by the first
bubbles in the cooling of earth, monsters
such as the one eyed Cyclops and the Hundred-handed
Ones.
But Cronos had allies as well, he freed his
half-brothers, the Titans, who were kept away
in the mountains for a time exactly like this
and pit them against Zeus and his forces.
People of earth saw the skies roar, mountains
shatter and rolling tidal waves as the gods
fought.
Cronos eventually drove Zeus and his forces
back up the slope of Mount Olympus, but Zeus
had already laid out a trap.
His cousins, the Hundred-handed Ones grabbed
one hundred boulders at a time and hurled
it down at the Titans.
The Titans thought the mountain was falling
on them so they fled.
The young goat-god Pan shouted with joy, later
saying that it was his shouts that made the
Titans flee.
Hence the word “panic.”
The young gods took over the castle of Olympus
and promoted Zeus to be there king, ruling
the skies.
As for Cronos and his Titans, well they all
but disappeared.
Though sometimes mountains still explode in
flames and the earth's still quakes and no
one knows exactly why.
HIDDEN TEACHINGS
I remember a lecture from Robert Bly in which
he shared a quote from James Hillman: “every
father comes into the world with a certain
way he wants to father, and every son comes
into the world with a certain way he wants
to be fathered; and what if they don’t match.”
The story of Zeus is interesting because he
was an isolated man, who became just like
is father.
Having only I assume the sheep and insects
to play with among the shepherd's pasture.
So what does this say about parenting more
specifically fatherhood.
I think the paradox of Zeus is very obvious,
he was angry.
He was an angry god, he was the god of thunder,
of all things in the natural world what is
more angry than that.
And he was angry at his father for not being
there when he needed him most, for not showing
him how to be better.
How to be a better man.
And so therefore Zeus became just like Cronos,
just like Uranus, he continued that lineage
of angry fatherless gods.
One of the key details I find interesting
is that when Zeus was presented to Cronos
by Rhea, Cronos was happy.
He was happy because Zeus was a beautiful
young man, Cronos was proud of his son because
he saw potential for him to be a better god.
A better leader and ultimately a better man.
In many ways that did happen, but at what
costs?
Taking the throne by force?
Fighting family in a battle of epic proportions?
These were not valiant ideas to go to battle
just simply a therapeutic draw of the sword,
a fulfillment of prophecy.
But this is not just a lesson for offspring,
but a lesson for parents as well.
For parents and grandparents and everyone
who birthed generations before.
Cronos was afraid of irrelevancy, of losing
the throne and was ignorant to think he could
keep the throne forever.
He was not content with the next generation
taking over, that wasn’t good enough for
him.
And ironically that is what caused his bitter
downfall.
Lately in our so called “modern age” I
have noticed how the older generations treat
the younger ones.
Instead of mentoring them, looking onto them
with pride of human growth they treat them
with a great animosity, an animosity stemmed
from jealousy.
And it comes from the very fact that they
are no longer in their prime and because they
are no longer in their prime they can’t
fulfill the achievements they want to fulfill,
the achievements they could have fulfilled
in their youth.
Recently I heard a lecture by famed Nichiren
Buddhist Daisaku Ikeda, in which he said:
“The point of life is to look back in the
end and go, ‘that was fun!’”
Mr. Ikeda is 92 years old and a perfect example
for living life of no-regrets, for looking
back and saying “that was fun!”
We have to stop wasting our youth on parties,
on drugs, on fulfilling goals that are simply
put it either limiting or not ours altogether.
We have to stop fulfilling prophecies that
in the end leave us totally empty.
Instead of coming into the world with a certain
way we want to be fathered or mothered we
have to come into the world with a certain
way we want to be!
And it has to come from within!
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