Son of Cronos

Hesiod’s Works and Days 

(ll. 1-10) Muses of Pieria who give glory through song, come hither, tell of Zeus your father and chant his praise. Through him mortal men are famed or un-famed, sung or unsung alike, as great Zeus wills. For easily he makes strong, and easily he brings the strong man low; easily he humbles the proud and raises the obscure, and easily he straightens the crooked and blasts the proud, — Zeus who thunders aloft and has his dwelling most high. Attend Thou with eye and ear, and make judgements straight with righteousness. 

And I, Perses, would tell of true things. 

(ll. 11–24) So, after all, there was not one kind of Strife alone, but all over the earth there are two. As for the one, a man would praise her when he came to understand her; but The Other is blameworthy : and they are wholly different in nature. 

For one fosters evil war and battle, being cruel : her no man loves; but perforce, through the will of the deathless gods, men pay harsh Strife her honour due. But the other is the elder daughter of dark Night, and the son of Cronos who sits above and dwells in the aether, set her in the roots of the earth: and she is far kinder to men. 

She stirs up even the shiftless to toil; for a man grows eager to work when he considers his neighbour, a rich man who hastens to plough and plant and put his house in good order; and neighbour vies with his neighbour as he hurries after wealth. 

This Strife is wholesome for men. And potter is angry with potter, and craftsman with craftsman, and beggar is jealous of beggar, and minstrel of minstrel. 

(ll. 25–41) Perses, lay up these things in your heart, and do not let that Strife who delights in mischief hold your heart back from work, while you peep and peer and listen to the wrangles of the court-house. Little concern has he with quarrels and courts who has not a year’s victuals laid up betimes, even that which the earth bears, Demeter’s grain. When you have got plenty of that, you can raise disputes and strive to get another’s goods. 

But you shall have no second chance to deal so again : nay, let us settle our dispute here with true judgement divided our inheritance, but you seized the greater share and carried it off, greatly swelling the glory of our bribe-swallowing lords who love to judge such a cause as this. Fools! They know not how much more the half is than the whole, nor what great advantage there is in mallow and asphodel.

(ll. 42–53) For the gods keep hidden from men the means of life. Else you would easily do work enough in a day to supply you for a full year even without working; soon would you put away your rudder over the smoke, and the fields worked by ox and sturdy mule would run to waste. 

But Zeus in the anger of his heart hid it, because Prometheus the crafty deceived him; therefore he planned sorrow and mischief against men. He hid fire; but that the noble son of Iapetus stole again for men from Zeus the counsellor in a hollow fennel-stalk, so that Zeus who delights in thunder did not see it. But afterwards Zeus who gathers the clouds said to him in anger: 

(ll. 54–59) ‘Son of Iapetus, surpassing all in cunning, you are glad that you have outwitted me and stolen fire-a great plague to you yourself and to men that shall be. But I will give men as the price for fire an evil thing in which they may all be glad of heart while they embrace their own destruction.’

(ll. 60–68) So said the father of men and gods, and laughed aloud. And he bade famous Hephaestus make haste and mix earth with water and to put in it the voice and strength of human kind, and fashion a sweet, lovely maiden-shape, like to the immortal goddesses in face; and Athene to teach her needlework and the weaving of the varied web; and golden Aphrodite to shed grace upon her head and cruel longing and cares that weary the limbs. And he charged Hermes the guide, the Slayer of Argus, to put in her a shameless mind and a deceitful nature. 

(ll. 69–82) So he ordered. And they obeyed the lord Zeus the son of Cronos. Forthwith the famous Lame God moulded clay in the likeness of a modest maid, as the son of Cronos purposed. And the goddess bright-eyed Athene girded and clothed her, and the divine Graces and queenly Persuasion put necklaces of gold upon her, and the rich-haired Hours crowned her head with spring flowers. And Pallas Athene bedecked her form with all manners of finery. Also the Guide, the Slayer of Argus, contrived within her lies and crafty words and a deceitful nature at the will of loud thundering Zeus, and the Herald of the gods put speech in her. And he called this woman Pandora, because all they who dwelt on Olympus gave each a gift, a plague to men who eat bread. 

(ll. 83–89) But when he had finished the sheer, hopeless snare, the Father sent glorious Argos-Slayer, the swift messenger of the gods, to take it to Epimetheus as a gift. And Epimetheus did not think on what Prometheus had said to him, bidding him never take a gift of Olympian Zeus, but to send it back for fear it might prove to be something harmful to men. But he took the gift, and afterwards, when the evil thing was already his, he understood. 

(ll. 90-105) For ere this the tribes of men lived on earth remote and free from ills and hard toil and heavy sickness which bring the Fates upon men; for in misery men grow old quickly. But the woman took off the great lid of the jar with her hands and scattered all these and her thought caused sorrow and mischief to men. Only Hope remained there in an unbreakable home within under the rim of the great jar, and did not fly out at the door; for ere that, the lid of the jar stopped her, by the will of Aegis-holding Zeus who gathers the clouds. But the rest, countless plagues, wander amongst men; for earth is full of evils and the sea is full. Of themselves diseases come upon men continually by day and by night, bringing mischief to mortals silently; for wise Zeus took away speech from them. So is there no way to escape the will of Zeus. 

(ll. 106–108) Or if you will, I will sum you up another tale well and skilfully-and do you lay it up in your heart, — how the gods and mortal men sprang from one source.

Well - THAT Was Unlucky... : 14,000,405 to 1

Avengers : Infinity War 
is a Film about

DEPRESSION

In a Quantum Reality, the only Universal is 

CHOICE

We CHOOSE to Go to The Moon
(and to do The Other Things),
not because they are easy, but because they are HARD...

Mightier than The Sword

"There was no other way."

- Says the man who just looked ahead into 4,000,406 Quantum Reality Potential Futures

"Even Now, We are not yet beaten - this fate is not finally  yet sealed for all eternity. N

Writers have for years tried to make some sense of the Scarlet Witch’s powers (which seem to have to do with altering probablities, or altering reality or SOMEthing – it was all really vague when Stan Lee introduced her in the pages of the X-Men and even later on when he made her an Avenger). 

During Kurt Busiek’s run on the Avengers, he clarified her powers as being a result of 

Chaos Magick :

Well, during Avengers Disassembled, Brian Michael Bendis had Doctor Strange show up to say :

CHAOS MAGICK DOES NOT EXIST...!

PRINCIPIA CHAOTICA 

By Peter Carroll 

Chaos Magic for the Pandaemeon 

In Chaos Magick, beliefs are not seen as ends in themselves, but as tools for creating desired effects. 

To fully realize this is to face a terrible freedom in which 

Nothing is True 

and 

Everything is Permitted, 

which is to say that 

Everything is Possible, 

There are no Certainties, 

and 

The Consequences Can Be Ghastly. 

Laughter seems to be the only defence against the realisation that one does not even have a real self. 

The purpose of Chaos Rituals is to create beliefs by acting as though such beliefs were True. 

In Chaos Rituals you Fake it till you Make it, to obtain the power that a belief can provide. 

Afterwards, 

if you have any sense, 

you will laugh it off, 

and seek the requisite beliefs for whatever you want to do next, 

as Chaos moves you. 

Thus Chaoism proclaims 

The Death 

and 

Rebirth of The Gods. 

Our subconscious creativity and parapsychological powers are more than adequate to create or destroy any god or self or demon or other "spritual" entity that we may choose to invest or disinvest belief in, at least for ourselves and sometimes others as well. 

The frequently awesome results attaining by creating gods by act of ritually behaving as though they exist should not lead the Chaos Magician into the abyss of attributing ultimate reality to anything.

YOUR CHOICES ARE HALF CHANCE - 
SO ARE EVERYBODY ELSE'S

That is the transcendentalist mistake, which leads to the narrowing of 

The Spectrum of The Self. 

The real awesomeness lies in the range of things we can discover ourselves capable of, 

even if we may temporarily have to believe the effects are due to something else, in order to be able to create them. 

The Gods are Dead. 

Long Live The Gods. 

Magic appeals to those with a great deal of hubris and a fertile imagination coupled with a strong suspicion that both reality and human condition have a game like quality. 

The game is open ended, and plays itself for amusement. 

Players can make up their own rules to some extent, and cheat by using parapsychology if desired. 

A magician is one who has sold his soul for the chance of participating more fully in reality. 

ONLY WHEN YOU HAVE LOST EVERYTHING

ARE YOU FREE TO DO ANYTHING

Only when Nothing is True, and the idea of a True Self is abandoned, does everything become permitted. 

There is some accuracy in the Faust myth, but he failed to take it to its logical conclusion. It takes only the acceptance of a single belief to make someone a magician. It is the meta-belief that belief is a tool for achieving effects. 

This effect is often far easier to observe in others than in oneself. It is usually quite easy to see how other people, and indeed entire cultures, are both enabled and disabled by the beliefs they hold. 

Beliefs tend to lead to activities which tend to reconfirm belief in a circle they call virtuous rather than vicious, even if the results are not amusing. 

The first stage of seeing through the game can be a shocking enlightenment that leads either to a weary cynicism or Buddhism. 

The second stage of actually applying the insight to oneself can destroy the illusion of the soul and create a magician. The realisation that belief is a tool rather than an end in itself has immense consequences if fully accepted. Within the limits set by physical possibility, and these limits are wider and more malleable than most people believe, one can make real any beliefs one chooses, including contradictionary beliefs. 

The Magician is not striving for any particular limited identity goal, rather he wants the meta-identity of being able to be anything. 

So welcome to the Kali Yuga of the Pandaemonaeon wherein nothing is true and everything is permissable. For in these post-absolutist days it is better to build upon the shifting sands than the rock which will confound you on the day it shatters. 

Philosophers have become no more than the keepers of useful sarcasms, for the secret is out that there is no secret of the universe. 

All is Chaos and evolution is going nowhere in particular. It is pure chance which rules the universe and thus, and only thus, is life good. 

We are born accidentally into a random world where only seeming causes lead to apparent effects, and very little is predetermined, thank Chaos. 

As everything is arbitrary and accidental then perhaps these words are too small and pejorative, rather we should perhaps say that life, the universe and everything is spontaneously creative and magical. 

Relishing stochastic reality we can revel exclusively in magical definitions of existence. The roads of excess may yet lead to the place of wisdom, and many indeterminate things can happen on the way to thermodynamic equilibrium. 

It is vain to seek solid ground on which to stand. Solidity is an illusion, as is the foot which stands on it, and the self which thinks it owns either is the most transparent illusion of all. 

The heavy vessels of faith are holed and sinking along with all lifeboats and ingenious rafts. 

So will you shop at the supermarket of sensation and let your consumer preferences define your true self? 

Or will you in a bold and lighthearted fashion, thieve from both for the fun of it?

For belief is a tool for achieving whatever one chooses to consider important or pleasurable, and sensation has no other purpose than sensation. 

Thus help yourself to them without paying the price. 

Sacrifice Truth for Freedom at every opportunity. 

The greatest fun, freedom and achievement lies not being yourself. 

There is little merit in simply being whomsoever you were destined to be by accident of birth and circumstance. 

Hell is the condition of having no alternatives. 

Reject then the obscenities of contrived uniformity, order and purpose. 

Turn and face the tidal wave of Chaos from which philosophers have been fleeing in terror for millennia. 

Leap in and come out surfing its crest, sporting amidst the limitless weirdness and mystery in all things, for those who reject false certainties.

 Thank Chaos we shall never exhaust it. 

Create, destroy, enjoy, IO CHAOS! --- * 

Origin: ChaosBox: Nothing is true -> all is permitted... (2:243/2)

(ll. 404-452) Again, Phoebe came to the desired embrace of Coeus.

Then the goddess through the love of the god conceived and brought forth dark-gowned Leto, always mild, kind to men and to the deathless gods, mild from the beginning, gentlest in all Olympus. Also she bare Asteria of happy name, whom Perses once led to his great house to be called his dear wife. And she conceived and bare Hecate whom Zeus the son of Cronos honoured above all. 

He gave her splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea. She received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods. 

For to this day, whenever any one of men on earth offers rich sacrifices and prays for favour according to custom, he calls upon Hecate. 

Great honour comes full easily to him whose prayers the goddess receives favourably, and she bestows wealth upon him; for the power surely is with her. 

For as many as were born of Earth and Ocean amongst all these she has her due portion. The son of Cronos did her no wrong nor took anything away of all that was her portion among the former Titan gods: but she holds, as the division was at the first from the beginning, privilege both in earth, and in heaven, and in sea. Also, because she is an only child, the goddess receives not less honour, but much more still, for Zeus honours her. Whom she will she greatly aids and advances: she sits by worshipful kings in judgement, and in the assembly whom she will is distinguished among the people. And when men arm themselves for the battle that destroys men, then the goddess is at hand to give victory and grant glory readily to whom she will. Good is she also when men contend at the games, for there too the goddess is with them and profits them: and he who by might and strength gets the victory wins the rich prize easily with joy, and brings glory to his parents. And she is good to stand by horsemen, whom she will: and to those whose business is in the grey discomfortable sea, and who pray to Hecate and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker, easily the glorious goddess gives great catch, and easily she takes it away as soon as seen, if so she will. She is good in the byre with Hermes to increase the stock. The droves of kine and wide herds of goats and flocks of fleecy sheep, if she will, she increases from a few, or makes many to be less.

So, then. albeit her mother's only child, she is honoured amongst all the deathless gods. And the son of Cronos made her a nurse of the young who after that day saw with their eyes the light of all-seeing Dawn. So from The Beginning she is a nurse of the young, and these are her honours.