O Ouranos, if only they could remember you!: A poem 

(The God that is ours and Nos, we) 

I have to tell you a very old story – 

of Ouranos, the sky God, the father  

of the Titans. Call him Dyayus, Ptah, or Pitah Maha! 

He was the epitome of progenitive  

profusiveness. The fertility God! 

The Omphalos. So envious was the fish 

of the deep sea of him, that the evil fish not only 

endeavoured to defeat him, and imprison him, but 

also mutilate him and castrate him! 

As the fish was so envious, because it, itself, had no phallus. 

And often his Goddess, the deity with the large breasts, 

depicted in stone for worship in many societies, 

was taken away from him all through history, so that he 

just wouldn’t dare to procreate and regenerate, 

nor would he have an aspiration to enable it with anyone else!  

The story was repeated again and again throughout eternity! 

You may know that Osiris, also a progeny of Ouranos, 

was dismembered, and his penis cut off by the evil treacherous Seth 

and his body parts flung into the rivers of the Milky Way, by Seth! 

Isis, the Mother Empress and Osiris’ wife, travailed and sought through  

every distance to seek out the cut off penis, and eventually found it! 

She then consummated with it, to give birth to Horus 

who was also Osiris’ father taking rebirth! 

You know, that there is always the long-drawn 

story of triumph of good and then, its cataclysmic defeat 

at the hands of the treachery of evil, once again! 

Even the sky and sun were hijacked, not just Ouranos! 

So, the righteous heir, in the aftermath, had to despise both sun and sky 

For, though they were his, they were lost to him and taken away criminally by evil from him! 

All through the history of humanity, there were temples 

built with free-standing stones and obelisks and lingams 

and even grids of free-standing stones across regions 

to remind the ones that lived and that lived in posterity, subconsciously,  

of the original God, the phallic deity of the sky, 

Ouranos, only not mentioning his name, 

for fear of the evil devouring deep sea! 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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