From: kck+@cs.cmu.edu (Karl Kluge)
Newsgroups: talk.origins
Subject: Re: 9'th Category of Evidence / Saturn Myth details
Date: 30 Jul 92 21:36:45 GMT
Organization: School of Computer Science, Carnegie Mellon

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> Subject: 9'th Category of Evidence / Saturn Myth details
> Date: 28 Jul 92 03:25:22 GMT
> 
> Greek authors generally spoke of the antedeluvian world as a golden age,
> the so-called "Age of Cronos".  Hesiod says:
> 
>         "First of all, the immortal gods who have their homes on Olympus
>         created a golden race of mortal men, who lived in the time of
>         Cronos when he was king in heaven."
> 
> Cronos, as we know, was the planet Saturn.  Ovid describes the golden
> age in part:
> 
>         The earth gave forth all good things of her own accord, and
>         mankind, content with foods created without labor, picked the
>         fruit of the trees and the mountain strawberries and the cornel
>         cherries and the mulberries clinging to the wild thickets and
>         acorns that fell from the spreading oak of Jupiter.

Ted, Ted, Ted...you poor dupe. I'll bet you think the Furies are really "the
Kindly Ones" as well. One need only look at the anarchistic inversion of the
social order during the Roman Saturnalia and the descriptions of child
sacrifice to Cronos at Carthage to get a glimpse of what the age of Cronos
was *really* like.

>         After Saturn had fallen to the shadowy lower world [by which
>         Ovid intends some location no longer visible to mankind on
>         earth], and the earth was under the rule of Jupiter, the Silver
>         Age followed...

Bzzt, sorry, wrong again. Plutarch is very clear on what happened to Cronos.
He was imprisoned on an island in the Atlantic, in a magic sleep which
served to chain him.

Now where have we all heard this before? "Ph'nglui Mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh
Wgah'nagl Fhtagn!" -- "In his house in R'lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."
Note that Bulfinch mentions that the Titans were refered to as the "Elder
Gods", a phrase which also refers in Lovecraft's "fictional" tales of the
Cthulhu mythos.

Legends all over the world describe the war between the hideous
extraterrestrial hyperdimensional beings who entered humanity's mythologies
as gods. Here, for instance, is the Chinese version:

"In early times, the world of mirrors and the world of humans were not
seperated as they would be later on. In those days specular beings and human
beings were quite different from each other in color and form, though they
mingled and lived in harmony. In that time it was also possible to come and
go through mirrors. However, one night the mirror people invaded the earth
without warning and chaos ensued. Indeed, the human beings quickly realized
that they mirror people *were* chaos.  The power of the invaders was great,
and it was only through the magic arts of the Yellow Emperor that they were
defeated and driven back to their mirrors. To keep them there the emperor
cast a spell that compelled the chaotic beings mechanically to repeat the
actions and appearances of men.

"The emperor's spell was strong but it would not be eternal, the legend
says. The story predicts that one day the spell will weaken and the
turbulent shapes in our mirrors will being to stir. At first the difference
between the mirror shapes and our familiar shapes will be unnoticeable. But
little by little gestures will seperate, colors and forms will
transmorgify--and suddenly the long-imprisoned world of chaos will come
boiling out into our own." from _Turbulent Mirror_ (see also Borges' BOOK OF
IMAGINARY BEINGS)

Also, consider the recent discovery of the "legendary" city of Irem, which
has a place in the Cthulhu mythos. Sorry, Ted, but the evidence is
overwhelming that Cronos was really Cthulhu, and that he lies imprisoned in
sleep in the dead city of R'lyeh. One day, when the stars are right, he's
going to wake up. When that happens, he's going to be looking to kick butt
and take names, and all you dupes and fellow travellers who fell for the
Saturn Myth nonsense will be whining, "But I don't want to have my brain cut
out and shipped around the galaxy in a metal cylinder." But then it will be
too late.

There is only one thing that can save you -- Bob! Even the five pointed star
carved from the grey stone of Mnar won't be as potent against Cthulhu and
his kin as a good toke from Bob's pipe. Don't be pink, get slack before it's
too late.

Karl
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