The Summoning of Apollo

Part 1 of the Wholesome Astrology of Apollo and His Arrows

Concerning Zeus receiving a message, Hermes making a call, and a Plan being set in motion.

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In an Undisclosed Celestial Location, if not beyond time and space then definitely on the other side of the Firmament, the unmistakeable ding of a received email rang out.

Zeus lowered his iPhone in moderate surprise, glancing now at his MacBook screen (the cult of the Fallen Fruit had even infiltrated the Celestial Realm, it turns out).

Not many messages made it passed his meticulous spam firewall: in fact, by this point, it was really only Kronos who had the patience and discipline to bypass it.

And indeed, it was the Lord of Time who was the sender of this very significant message. So significant, in fact, that Zeus was forced into the rare situation of both setting down his phone and closing his laptop, so as to properly harness his summoning voice:

As he waited for his thunderous voice to permeate all corners of the Undisclosed Celestial Location, the Astrotheological representation of The Greater Benefic cracked his knuckles and allowed a self-satisfied grin.

It had been a long half-dozen or so millennia: Plagues and Pestilence, Crusades and Cataclysms, Floods and Fallen Angels etc. Yes, glimmerings of excitement had started to build up recently, as the Archetypal all-clear had been given from Kronos to sequentially release Prometheus, Poseidon and finally Hades onto the unsuspecting Human Hybrid population.

But as compelling (if you can call bloody revolutions, mass societal delusion and astonishingly brutal Realm Wars compelling, as Zeus most certainly did) as their revelations had been, there was only one Revelation that really mattered. And as that much anticipated email finally pinged into his inbox — which it turned out had been scheduled for the exact conclusion of what the Hybrids had named World War 2 — Zeus could finally unleash the much-anticipated Archetypal Endgame into the Simulation.

The Mercurial One finally floated in — having had to cut short his/they’s daily Underworld Tour once he heard the booming summoning.

“This had better be good, Zeus.”

A smile.

IT IS TIME.

Hermes’ gender-ambiguous face lifted.

“As in... End Times, time?”

A nod.

Hermes nodded in return, re-opening the laptop.

“And so it is.”

AND SO IT WAS.

(Turns out: we are beyond Time and Space.)

“Have you summoned him yet?”

Zeus shook his head:

THE PLAN, REMEMBER, HERMES

Hermes gently scolded himself for his mutable-mindedness. The Plan, of course.

Trust The Plan.

He leaned across the table, and picked up the iPhone. It was only a short scroll through the recent calls, until the required contact was located — far longer was the time waiting on the dial tone:

“Aliester! I trust I didn’t catch you at an inconvenient moment. How are things in the shit show?”

A pause.

“Yikes. Keeping yourself entertained, I assume?”

Hermes’ grin turned into a grimace, as he received more information than he was bargaining for.

“Ok: you’ve had your fun. The message has been sent: it’s Time. The acolytes… Jack… Ron… The Scarlett Woman… are they ready?

Hermes gave a nod of confirmation to Zeus.

“Excellent: the Boss is pleased. Let the rituals begin.”

The Conspiracy of the Orange Moonchild

Ending the exchange, with a typical Mercurial flourish:

“We will be in touch. Or not”.

Hermes slid the iPhone back across the table.

“And so it is. Sorry: was. I suppose it’s finally time he was summonsed, then?”

Zeus, nodded: and with just an uncharacteristic trace of reluctance, prepared a summoning voice that would reach even to the bottom of the deepest Celestial Abyss…

They had as king over them the angel of the Abyss, whose name in Hebrew is Abaddon and in Greek is Apollyon (that is, Destroyer).

Revelation 9:11

Part 2:

The Birth of Apollo