I’ve been thinking alot about my future lately. I’ve been thinking about who I want to be, and who I want to love, and how I want to be loved, and why anybody would want to choose to love me. I would love it if the way that I would die would be surrounded by my grandchildren.
But the free gift of Christ isn’t like Adam’s failure. If many people died through what one person did wrong, God’s grace is multiplied even more for many people with the gift—of the one person Jesus Christ—that comes through grace.
how did the beta gaurdians aspects manifest themselves in the time we knew them
Mom, Alcohol is extremely related to Void, and so is Negligence. She was as good as absent to Rose, and she never managed to even know her properly.
Grandpa, uses his love of adventuring and collecting things, the building of the narrative of an adventurous explorer, and his imagination, to escape the harsh reality that is the death of his wife and the eventual annihilation of the Human Race because of SBURB.
Nanna was bound by the Baking Goods Baroness that made her life hell, but pushed through to become a positive influence in John’s life and his Healer quite a few times.
Bro is pretty centered about his values, about himself. What he thinks is important for Dave, to the point of neglecting what Dave actually needs. He tries to strengthen him to the point of abusing the poor thing, and can’t see the damage he’s causing because, in his eyes, he believes being in Dave’s same position, it would be the best for him.
Yes, we don’t deserve God’s Grace. We don’t deserve Jesus. We don’t even deserve Blessings. But do you think God wants you to go find something in the garbage to eat, or go somewhere to get a hot meal? God has no desire for you to have the least. If God saw you precious in His sight, and Jesus went all the way to The Cross for you.. Why on earth are we not wanting the best for ourselves? It’s not about if you deserve it, it’s about seeing your worth. Have the mind of Christ and see yourself as The Precious Father does.
Ezekiel 11:19 (KJV) And I will give them one heart, and I will put a new spirit within you; and I will take the stony heart out of their flesh, and will give them an heart of flesh.
Jeremiah 24:7 (KJV) And I will give them an heart to know me, that I am the Lord: and they shall be my people, and I will be their God: for they shall return unto me with their whole heart.
Matthew 28:18-19 (KJV) And Jesus came and spake unto them, saying, All power is given unto me in heaven and in earth. Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.
I pinch myself hard on the inner arm, inwardly smiling yet frightened too – what if I get caught in this far realm, on the underside of the world, in these pixelated centuries where humans are exactly the same, both kind and radically unkind –
So anyway, I say, her husband has his ships ready to go to war, and he’s waiting for the wind. He decides to order the sacrifice of their daughter – the wind comes, and they sail off to defend a trading route at Troy. Jade says, And this trading route is called “Helen”?
Very good. OK, skip ten years. When the husband comes back, his wife unrolls a purple carpet and his cousin prepares a banquet. His wife says, Darling, the slave-girls have run you a bath. He bathes. His wife finds out there’s someone at the front door
from Troy, a woman called Cassandra, holding twins she bore to the husband. Cassandra would like to come in. Maybe this piece of information was the trigger to the murder – at any rate, as her husband steps from the tub, she wraps a net around him as if it were a bathrobe, a net she’d made herself –
Wait, are you hungry? Jade says. Come into the kitchen. Amid the chicken bones and a potato salad she says, All right, go on. You have a very nice mouth, I say. Go on, she says, the net, wraps it round him.
OK. So the cousin comes in and takes two swipes with his sword, his two-edged sword, then the wife beheads the husband with her double-headed axe AHA! Jade says. Yes, I say. Then, splashed with his blood and bearing his head,
she runs to the banqueting room where his followers are being slaughtered among the mixing-bowls. She has defended herself and her daughter – everything else is gloss at that point. Revenge, though sticky-fingered, is sweet.
More chicken? Thanks. Her kids, a son and daughter, were sent away in case they grew up wanting to avenge their father. Which of course they do, Jade says. Yes.
The surviving girl sends messages to her brother, who’s in another country: don’t forget: come home when you can, and avenge our father – Years pass. Grown up now, the boy goes to Apollo’s shrine for advice, and the oracle tells him to do just that.
In the end, the boy does come back from exile, and kills his mother. A court case develops about the matricide, and this is where we come into it. See, up till now, the punishment for matricide has always been death. Lineage has been through the mother.
But this play was written at a particular point in history. Or pre-history, Jade says. Right. So the court is held at the Shrine of Apollo, and Apollo himself is counsel for the defence. Alecto is given the job of public prosecutor –
Your sister? Jade says. Yes. So the Magistrate calls up some citizens, and we hear the case. What were the mitigating factors? ‘The son was told to do it.’ His father’s ghost and ‘the oracle of Apollo himself’ told him to kill his mother.
They made the rest of their case, mostly spurious, one of Apollo’s arguments being that it’s less bad to kill a woman than a man. We made some good arguments, but the vote for the boy to die was fifty-fifty.
At the deadlock, Athena turned up, Athena! her garment having been kissed by many men or what, we don’t know, and she in her deciding vote acquitted him. For us to lose, in effect, a case of matricide meant the balance of power was shifting.
I pour another vodka. What I didn’t say to Jade was, it meant we’d be lying low for some time, centuries perhaps. I remember the fires of earlier camps. In the distance, border furies, heat furies, storm furies. The sound of the Barking Owl.
And this owl, a real owl, sounds like a woman being murdered – Athena, your bird is telling you something! But Athena, last we heard, was with her cousin Kate Kyriakou on their way back to Greece for the Olympics. At the last minute they got a Virgin flight.
It’s an irony of fate, I said, that it was a foremost goddess who helped tilt that power. Or not, Jade said, maybe it was simply a pivot-point in storytelling where men must be shown to be in control, and the best way to do that is to get a woman to do the job.
Yes, I said. Let’s present it to Athena this way: she’s being chosen to give an award in a public ceremony and get her picture in the morning paper, her big chance, as a goddess, to be kind and compassionate. To downplay the warlike.
Mesmerise her with theology – Jade said, and perhaps flirt with her at the same time. For whatever reason, I said, Athena – without consenting to matricide – did not give it a high level of punishment. Certainly she didn’t exact a death.
In that sense you have to admit she is a civilising factor, I said. Flick your dreads as you may, Jade said. We hounded the son, though, I said. One time we said we’d leave him alone for a while if he promised to do penance at the Temple of Artemis.