Crystals IV

Zeus’ loses heart

Zeus’ loses heart

It was a cool, quiet evening and Zeus was lying on the grass carpet that mother Earth had created and was enjoying the sweet night. Next day, the final weekly trial would commerce. But a curious worry started taking root in him. Something deep in him had started eating up all his vital energy. Up until that moment, all his efforts had been successful but this was causing him curious feelings, since he was not used to defeat and failure. It was his weak point. Defeat matures the thought and makes the individual become respectful of victory and success. It makes him able to appreciate and comprehend it! But also show respect for the defeated. But as he had always been a winner, how could he possibly understand a potential defeat?

Zeus was twenty years old, in his apex of the robustness of the flesh and was experiencing the fantastic feeling of a complete hedonistic enjoyment of living species. He was suffused by a dizzying feeling of happiness, following his many continuous successes and transformed the world around him into a terrestrial paradise full of love, flowers, music and light. Being in his youth handsome rigor, he was feeling his previous adolescent bliss that had never betrayed him. But today a female demon had subjected him into an unbearable martyrdom about the future. He now was a man starting out on his course of life. But he has already taken up a lot of responsibilities. He was haunted by tormented thoughts. Suddenly, he felt a threatening shadow over his head. It was as if an Erinyes-like entity was watching him under its lidless, unsleeping, flaming eyes. It was as if something bad was to happen in the future. He was scared of tomorrow, of the days to follow that would have been critical. Suddenly, his fear turned into a monster ready to devour him at one go. He felt lost and lost all heart. He cowered!

In anguish, Zeus was seeking a way out of this. His usual sparkling look seemed defeated and demoralized. How would he be able to pull through such a demanding and onerous duty? The monster of pusillanimity devoured him whole and puked him out again constantly but he was still alive. He felt a deep pain. Why did he feel so much pain? Fear was a monster that was gradually extinguishing him and pushing him to desertion. It was a moment just before apostasy. The idea of defection was crossing his mind and he started looking around to find a path through which he would run off, leaving everything behind without looking back. A hand was pushing him strongly towards cowardliness. He sat up! He bent his head and clenched his fists. Limp, his head rested on his raised knees. He was alone. It was he, nature and the disquieting anguish that was surrounding his soul, like a snake slithering inside him. Was there no way out then, no solution? But lo! Another invisible hand was holding him in place. That was the hand that was pushing him back to life!

Perseverant Zeus clenched his fists hard, raised his hands high and hit the earth hard, channeling all his anguish, cowardice but also anger to the ground. The earth shook from Zeus’ strength. Dust came up while at the points where his hands had hit the ground two visible dents had formed. His hands ached. But now that pain was pleasant. All his anger about the pusillanimity he had felt had dissipated. He got up and looked at the starry sky with love and admiration. How small was he? But up there was his origin. He let out a wild yell of joy! He swore heavy oaths! He swore a blood oath that he would never again permit himself to fall that low.

Today, in his adulthood, Zeus had returned to his second adolescent creative course. He chased away the insatiable monster of misery. He was back on the search for life!

Upstanding again, he would fight for justice in life.