Gods Of Ancient Myths © Surazeus 2024 12 02 If the shallow pool in gray road, that glints with ghosts of dead gods humans used to worship, is mirror to some other universe, then I would like to enter Book of Dreams to meet the living humans with bright souls whose faces mask the gods of ancient myths. They were all living human beings once, gods worshipped as divine beings of perfect light by nameless millions of their followers, people who felt hunger, happiness, fear, pleasure, despair, sorrow, and honest love, as they lived vision of their hearts, then died. Why normal individual human beings come to personify soul of their nation by great actions they performed in dire straits to guide their people in distressing times so they imitate their national hero, fascinates me with mystery of the heart. These average mortal creatures of the flesh, faced with terrible crisis of their state, descended to underworld of the mind, fought demons of despair to earn the prize of divine wisdom glowing in their eyes, then taught their people how to overcome. Now their star names and awe-inspiring deeds remain as idols of their long-dead souls, preserving memory of their acts in myths that dramatize how they attained success to transcend sorrow of the mortal mind, and so inspire us to perform our best. Instead of knocking idols on the ground, to bury gods in dust of failed world views, I erect their spirits in temple hall as paragons of human characters whose faces reflect desires of our hearts to attain equal fame saving our world. Religious temple of my open heart highlights their noble deeds of selfless love with admiration for each human soul whose expansive vision guides how we live so we will create, rather than destroy, and treat each other with honest respect. Since Amen founded first religious rites with generous feast in house of one world faith, we humans gather in temple of truth to watch dramatic tales of noble souls that present deeds of our national heroes which guide romantic journey of our hearts.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Orpheus on stage in temple of truth strums lyre of Mercury to sing tale of every human whose deeds transformed them into their cultural god.
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