Jupiter's Lament: A Planetary Perspective on Divine Reputation
Jehovah has gotten a bad reputation recently with the resurgence of the gnostic worldview that he, Jehovah, is a false god—the demiurge, makes a false prison like planet, smas, up when things go of balance, send all his men of dust back into the monkey mind.
Last night in quiet reflection, meditation and some Thai weed, Jehovah said unto me:
"WTF guys, I'm not that bad!! All this inflation to be the highest high is man's own interpretation—bigging me up like schoolyard politics, now there's weapons of mass destruction involved. We all need to relax a bit, share tea, breathe calmly deeply, and take a new view of things."
By Jove! Jupiter—the granddaddy planet of renown, the big ol' protector of the solar system, the one who takes the big hits from incoming extinction-level rocks hurtling around outer space— aka Jeehoooovahh.
A long long time ago Jove was Saturn's back up. The power behind the old sun Saturn and the Golden Age. Sentient mammals, whales, dolphins, elephants, orangutans ancestrslly have not forgotten, but they don't have smartphones, rush hour traffic, and a 9 to 5 to distract them from the cosmic rhythms.
Jehovah—Jah—one of many masks
Zeus, Titan, Osiris, Ham, King David, Jesus, Yahweh, Adonai, Saint Peter, Buddha, Aten, Aden, Adon, Dan, Odin, Woden, Marduk, and Djedi.
May the force be with you! Each culture painted him in their own colors, but the cosmic force remains the same.
Then Jah said unto me:
"OK, let's get the record straight. I'm not the creator of the universe, I'm not the highest of the high, I never claimed to be—but yes, I went along with most of the praise and adulation. Once that wave was rolling, it was better to let it roll out its energy than push back the tide. You try correcting billions of devoted followers mid-prayer!
I did create a race of people from the dirt, but it was with good reason. The bunch of pre-Adamic lazy layabouts would still be 'just surviving,' not inventing and building stuff. My people of the dust get things done, and get back on track after the cataclysms that sent y'all back to the second style of arrowheads—jeez, that took millions of years to get out of the first style. But look at you now... yes, literally, you can now self-reflect, well most of you. How much you've grown—it warms my inner core. (Planets don't have hearts, you know.)
The truth is, I'm middle management in the cosmic hierarchy. Above me are forces so vast and ancient that they make me look like a junior intern with a clipboard. Below me are the moon spirits, the elemental forces, the nature devas—all doing their jobs, keeping the wheels turning. I'm the regional manager of this solar system, not the CEO of existence."
And Jove let me hear and see some of his reflections:
"Yeah, all those thunderbolts and lightning during the cataclysms were necessary to protect the newly emerging solar system, bring it into stability, while I repositioned myself ready to sweep up the rocks and stuff that hurtle around my backyard. Do you have any idea how many civilization-ending asteroids have impacted? My gravitational pull is like a cosmic vacuum cleaner, constantly working overtime.
Imagine a father bringing up his kids, taking the blows, shielding them from the big nasty stuff, only for the kids to start dissing him, calling him names like petulant teenagers slamming doors and screaming 'You're not my father!' That's how it is with all this demiurge, imposter god stuff aimed at me. It starts to grate, gets under my clouds (I don't have skin, remember?).
And don't get me started on the religious institutions that claim to speak for me. Half the time I'm watching them thinking, 'Did I stutter when I said love thy neighbor?' The other half I'm wondering if they've confused me with some cosmic dictator with anger management issues. I'm a gas giant, not a petty tyrant!
The gnostics aren't entirely wrong, you know. There is a false god energy that's been masquerading as the divine—it's the human ego projected onto the cosmos, the shadow of organized religion, the hunger for power dressed up in holy robes. But that's not me, that's the distortion of me. I'm the one trying to blow that house of cards down with my winds of change.
Now I'm at home in Sagittarius, it's easier for me to show you how life can be so much better when daddy's home, when he's remembered, when he's appreciated for the things he does. When Dad gets back, some thanks, some praise, it gets returned in due measure—as expansion, growth, less tension, less stress, not just a cosmic ego-stroke"
Be true to the Self, stay on the path, you will conquer the universe that holds people down and the universe that lifts people up will see your efforts and nudge you in the right direction.
“By the power of truth, I, while living, have conquered the universe”