In the ebb and flow of events, Diana, the chaste goddess, does her stern best to put a spanner in Phoebus’ chariot wheel and confine Lady Night to Hades’ realm, so that the roulette wheel of time cannot make its circuit, and the merry-go-round of existence is stuck at the gate of the present in the passage of time. In this way progress is slowed to a mere walk and evolution trudges along at a canter, whinnying and whining all the while as Chronos lashes it with a whip to giddy-up! But in the tide of events, the forerunners, lone mavericks and visionaries of this world will still hold the lamp patiently at the gate even though the gatekeepers persistently try to bar the way and hold us back. Still, we edge on, scratching and grabbing with Sisyphus-like effort to gain a yard on the playing field of existence. Yet prevail we will against great odds and against unfair restraint, clamping at the bit, straining against the reins to carry the load of a better day across the End Times’ finish line, where Sirius has made her round through the twelve zodiac signs of the sun-god cut to pieces, with Horus waiting in the wings, blazing in the heavens, his one eye, Betelgeuse, afflicted and prepared to go supernova, and the Dajjal, also with diseased eye and jaundiced gaze, biding his time to take his throne, as above so below. The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the rest of us he doesn’t exist, and so many working for Satan’s ministries of world government appoint their shills to convince the youth the Illuminati don’t exist.
Council of the Gods -- Raffaello