Here are some excerpts from Genuflect, my first novel, explaining some concepts regarding the goddess Metis, Mete or Cybele:
Jehovah, the god of the Bible, was thought by Gnostics to merely be one of these Archons, identifiable with Jupiter, a.k.a. Jove, whom the Greeks called Zeus. His mother, the Gnostic wisdom goddess Sophia-Achamoth, was added to the seven to form the Ogdoad—the Eight. Hammer-Purgstall thought that Sophia-Achamoth was worshiped by the Knights Templar in the form of “Baphomet” or “Mete.”
This latter name, he thought, could be traced back to the Greek figure of Metis, the first bride of Zeus. She played a very important role initiating and upholding his rule as king of the gods. Like “Sophia,” her name translated directly to “wisdom,” specifically “cunning,” “prudence” and “wise counsel.” To understand what happened to her, we have to go all the way back to the “Genesis” story of Greek mythology.
Zeus was the son of Chronos, who had to castrate his father Ouranos in order to escape the womb of his mother, Gaia. Ouranos had deliberately prevented his children from being born, cognizant that one of them was fated to overthrow him as the king of the gods. When Chronos later engendered his own children with his wife Rhea, he became aware of a similar fate that was to come from one of these progeny. So he devised his own way of dealing with it by swallowing them upon birth.
But just as Gaia had schemed against her husband to aid her son Chronos in fulfilling his destiny (by supplying his with the castration knife), Rhea came up with a plan to save her son Zeus from ending up in his father’s stomach. In this case, she substituted the baby with a decoy in the form of a stone wrapped in swaddling clothes. Later, they say, Zeus found a way to poison his father, causing him to vomit up all the other children that had already been swallowed. Zeus and his siblings then fought their way to supremacy, overthrowing Chronos. The clever witch who conceived the poison plot was the goddess Metis, Hammer-Purgstall’s “Mete,” whom Zeus subsequently married.
As the story goes, Zeus, just like his predecessors, gained knowledge of a prophecy that if he bred with Metis, one of the children would overthrow him. Having already consummated the wedding and impregnated her, his solution was to swallow the mother before the birth even happened. He was able to do this, some say, by tricking her into turning herself into a fly, so that she was small enough to go inside his mouth. However, other depictions of the act show him eating her limb by limb at full size.
Whichever way it happened, as with the Olympian gods in the gullet of Chronos, Metis was immortal, so she remained alive inside Zeus. Eventually she gave birth to a daughter, the wise Athena. Metis worked from within Zeus’ body to hammer out a coat of armor for her daughter to wear. The hammering caused Zeus discomfort, and so he had his head cleaved open to alleviate the pressure. This allowed Athena to escape.
She went on to become an important goddess to the Greeks, associated, like her mother, with wisdom. But for some reason Metis did not escape with her daughter, and remained inside Zeus. He reportedly utilized her as a source of wise council during his reign, and she was often depicted supporting his throne from underneath, propping it up, like a royal slave.
What a raw deal, I thought as I ponder these stories again. I wonder what kept her from leaving with Athena. Was it the chains?
On the Mete coffer, the goddess was shown holding a pair of chains. The Sun was shown attached to the top of one chain, and the Moon to the other, with the solar and lunar faces shown upside-down. These chains also appear to have been shackled to Mete’s legs. The image seemed to me to be showing her in the midst of breaking the chains from her ankles while simultaneously dragging the heavenly bodies down from the sky.
Was the destruction of the Archontic order Mete’s revenge for being imprisoned and enslaved by Zeus? I wondered. The Gnostics saw Sophia-Achamoth as a heroine trying to help them escape the jail of illusory existence. Maybe the idea is that she’s trapped inside here with the rest of us, so her escape is also our chance for escape.
On the “Templar artifact” that featured the candelabra being extinguished, the figure of Mete on the right is holding the chains (without the heavenly bodies included), which the horned figure of Mete on the left is holding a banner displaying Arabic writing. Hammer-Purgstall’s translation of this writing includes the phrases “Mete is exalted” and “one and seven were our race,” referring, he thought, to the Gnostic belief that Sophia-Achamoth was the mother of the other seven Archons.
If Mete is exalted, I thought, that means that she’s somehow escaped from inside Zeus. But how? Maybe through the rectum?
The reason I thought about this was not just because it’s the only obvious way out if one’s been swallowed. It also occurred to me because another phrase written in Arabic on Mete’s banner next to the candelabra is: “He makes return easy through the rectum.” Hammer-Purgstall hadn’t really deciphered the meaning of this, except to identify it as being related to the rumored Templar rites of sodomic pederasty, now confirmed because of their confessions to the Pope, documented in the Chinon Parchment released by the Vatican in 2007. But now, as I pondered this, I wondered if that was why the Sun and Moon were shown upside-down.
Perhaps it is really Mete who is upside-down, I thought, coming out through the rear exit.
Rosenberg turned his attention to the light ball in the sky.
“Wouldn’t you love to sit in the throne of power again, the one which your own son supplanted you from, and be serviced by his son as a slave, turning his royal heir into your own royal cupbearer?”
These last lines were directed more at the spirit of Zeus than the man who was becoming possessed by him. Rosenberg was reminding the lord of Olympus how he had obtained victory over his father Chronos by pretending to be his “cupbearer.” This was a euphemism used in the ancient world for a catamite—a young male sex slave.
Zeus used his intimate position in his father’s royal court to obtain an opportunity to “poison” Chronos, a plot said to have been devised by the goddess Metis, whom Hammer-Purgstall identified with Mete/Baphomet. As you no doubt remember, this caused Chronos to vomit up the children he had swallowed, which included all of Zeus’ siblings, the gods of Olympus. They then defeated Chronos and the Titans, locked them up in Tartarus beneath the Earth, and then ruled happily ever after. Or, at least, that’s where the Greeks broke off their tale.
Come to think of it, I said to myself mentally, the Romans did imply that Apollo was the first-born son and successor to Zeus, or Jupiter, as they called him. Apollo was the Olympian sun god, in contrast to Helios/Sol, who played the role of the Sun during the “Golden Age” of Chronos/Saturn and the Titans. Most writers just chose to say that Helios/Sol became ‘syncretized’ with Apollo in later years.
But what if they were really separate characters? I wondered. What if Apollo supplanted Helios as the new sun, and the former sun he overthrew was locked up in Tartarus with the rest of the Titans? Maybe that’s the meaning of the symbol of the ‘black sun’ that’s ‘in the center of the Earth.’
Then I thought about the fact that in the late Roman Empire, Mithraism finally gained support from the emperors by syncretizing Mithras with Sol Invictus, thus making a god already identified with Saturn/Chronos a solar figure as well.
And alchemists have consistently identified Saturn with the black sun, I thought. In the present aeon, which is the one that supplanted the rule of Zeus from Olympus, the Sun is the undisputed ruler of the current order. But Zeus used to play that role somehow, and before him, Chronos did it. But during that time, Helios was a separate entity, playing a different role than he does now. The Sun was not, back then, the central power. Or rather, someone else was playing the role of ‘the Sun.’
Consivia stepped forward from the altar, taking off her cork hat, and a shoulder-length braid of powdery gray hair emerged, falling down the back of her neck. A Raven then brought her a bowl of meat and a cup of the blood-wine, which she consumed quickly without visible reaction. She closed her eyes briefly and inhaled sharply.
When she opened her eyes again, a moment later, they were glowing with a piercing silvery light. Her new eyes scanned the crowd intimidatingly. She put her hands in the air, with her shepherd’s crook held high in her left hand, and called out forcefully with a commanding voice, quieting all who were present in an instant.
Silence! Be still! I command you to listen!
For I am the Hen and the Egg in the Chicken!
It is me! Thy Lady of Perpetual Sprouting!
Sophia Subactrix, denying and doubting
Opiconsivia! Madonna Lactans!
Omnipotent Mete, with the world in my hands!
Spica Virginis and Magna Mater
Co-murderess of the Cosmocrator!
The line where she identified herself as “Opiconsivia” caused me to see the priestess in a new light, for it finally dawned on me where I had seen the Latin title Consivia before. It was from none other than my published translation of Mysterium Baphometis Revelatum, where Joseph von Hammer-Purgstall wrote that he found a “genuflecting idol,” on the back of which were engraved words in Arabic letters that, transliterated and translated, spelled out:
She is exalted, Mete, Consivia. I and our race were seven.
My translator, I now recalled, had put in brackets that consivia meant “she who plants.” It occurred to me that it was an appropriate name for Reverend Springhole, whose persona was clearly meant to invoke the role of the wife of Chronos/Saturn “the Sower.” But it confused me.
If Mete was Metis, I mused, as Hammer-Purgstall had suggested, that means she was the wife of Zeus, not Chronos. That was Rhea, the one the Romans called ‘Ops.’ But they say that the mother of Zeus plotted against her husband to save her son, just as Gaia had done to save Chronos from Ouranos. Metis schemed with Zeus to poison his father, before she married him and got eaten by him. And some say that Chronos actually married his mother—that Gaia and Rhea were the same.
A chill went through me as all of these errant pieces snapped into place to form a picture in my mind.
I wonder if Metis and Rhea could be the same too. I wonder if it’s the same goddess in every story, always playing the same roles with her husband and her children in each generation. The Greeks compounded Rhea with Cybele, making Cybele the mother of Zeus. But Cybele was also the mother of Attis, and look how she treated him…
I had a revelation regarding Consivia when I entered Nahid’s office at the hospital. She was wearing large red headphones when I came in, which she took off immediately. I heard the song “Dear Prudence” bleeding faintly out of the headphones as they sat on her desk. I remembered that one of the interpretations of the name of the goddess Metis was “prudence” (along with “cunning” and “wisdom.”)
This made me think again about my idea that Metis, Rhea and Gaia were all the same figure: a goddess who kept helping her son plot against their father, only to marry the son afterwards and start the process over again in the next generation. Then I thought about how Metis was prophesied to produce an heir that would overthrow Zeus. But the only child they are known to have made together was Athena, while the figure who seems to have actually taken over the role as king of the gods was Jesus, as I mentioned before. The ancient writings claiming that “Apollo” was his first-born son and therefore successor are hinting that the Greeks knew this was coming. The Romans, with their numerous solar cults popular at the decline of the empire, were the ones to usher it in, as I stated previously.
When I got the chance, I researched the word “Opiconsivia.” A specific entry had been made for this term in Wikipedia sometime the previous year. It had not been there a few months earlier, when I was trying to help the man I hired to translate Mysterium Baphometis Revelatum figure out the meaning of the word consivia, which he did not at first know what to make of.
But now there was an entry for this word, where it was said to be the name of a pair of festivals for the goddess Ops (the Roman name for Rhea, the wife of Saturn), held on August 25 and also on December 19, two days after the commencement of Saturnalia. The first Opiconsivia took place right after the August 21 planting festival for Saturn, called “Consualia,” which was named after the god’s alternate title of “Consus.” I noted mentally that August 21 had been the date of the solar eclipse the previous year, and wondered what role that had played in the symbolism of Rosenberg’s Mithras cult.
They probably had a very special orgy in the mithraeum that day, I thought.
The name “Ops” means “plenty” and consivia, as I stated before, means “to sow.” Mythology experts claim that she was first associated with planting and harvesting. This connected her to the earth in the minds of the ancients, and everything that was thought to be under it. This is how she became a symbol of the underworld and mineral wealth also, they say, just like Saturn, whose name is connected to satur (“full, rich”) and saturitas (“abundance, satiety”). Thus, Saturn and Ops have a lot in common with the king and queen of Hell, Pluto (the Roman Hades) and Proserpina (the Roman Persephone). Interestingly, a minor character in the Roman Catholic canon is St. Satur, who I think is quite possibly an iconotropic cover for Saturn, and whose feast day is on March 26.
After learning about Opiconsivia, I understood that I was right about the goddess who had given birth to each new king of the gods in each aeon, and protected him from the wrath of his father.
Is he always the ‘sun god,’ I wondered, or is that just the language we use for the concept now, because the Sun is the king of the gods now?
I still don’t know the answer. But meditating upon the meaning of the lyrics to “Dear Prudence” once again, I realized that it’s a song about Metis emerging from the body of Zeus for the first time in at least an aeon, possibly two, at the dawning of a new one. It’s about the old world order being subsumed by the birth of the next. I believe that’s what I witnessed taking place, both in the rituals at Bucklersbury, and in the sky’s firmament.
I also thought again about the words in the Sator Square. “Sator,” as I stated before, is Saturn, “the sewer,” “the begetter,” “the father.” “Arepo,” it occurs to me now, might well stand for “Harpo,” another name for Eros, a.k.a. Cupid, the child of Aphrodite. “Tenet, we know, means “to hold.” “Rotas,” like I said, means “wheels,” and has always been combined with “Opera” (“work”) when interpreting the formula. So it is commonly rendered “Saturn and Arepo hold and work the wheels,” although my “Eros” interpretation for “Arepo” could render it “the Sewer of Love works the wheels,” or some combination of the various conjugations of those words.
But “opera” could also refer specifically to Saturn’s partner, Ops, “the planter,” and some kind of “work” that she did with him involving these wheels.” I think there may be some connection with what William Blake referred to as the “Starry Wheels, Which revolve heavily in the mighty Void above the Furnaces” in his poem Jerusalem. This poem was obviously very important to Rosenberg when composing the rituals, for reasons that I will explain shortly. It was quoted repeatedly at the end of the New Court ritual, and I recall being inspired by the voice of Chronos in my head to mention “Starry Wheels” in regards to the carriage ride in the New Court ceremonies. I figure the “wheels” are the invisible controls that move the celestial bodies above us.
These are some samples from the new novel, just some of the more expository bits that I felt I could take out of the context of the fiction story to help explain my thoughts on these matters to you.
Don’t believe me about the Beatles song? Revisit the lyrics:
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won’t you come out to play
Dear Prudence open up your eyes
Dear Prudence see the sunny skies
The wind is low the birds will sing
That you are part of everything
Dear Prudence won’t you open up your eyes?
Look around round
Look around round round
Dear Prudence let me see you smile
Dear Prudence like a little child
The clouds will be a daisy chain
So let me see you smile again
Dear Prudence won’t you let me see you smile?
Dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It’s beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won’t you come out to play
For more, read Genuflect by Tracy R. Twyman
BOW DOWN TO THE NEWBORN SUN
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