Ares (Mars) is a Bad Guy.

Afraid of the Blood Moon? Be very afraid of Mars. But lest you be frightened, he can be killed. Or atl least0Ut of sorts by his mother.

Afraid of the Blood Moon? Be very afraid of Mars. But lest you be frightened, he can be killed. Or at least put out of sorts by his mother. She was a killer.

From The Iliad.

Odd. The mother of Ares (aka Mars) was Aphrodite. She was a ferocious mother of Paris. Not/9 much of Ares. Paris was pretty. Ares was a thug. Just saying.

Odd. The mother of Ares (aka Mars) was Aphrodite. She was a ferocious mother of Paris. Not much of Ares. Paris was pretty. Ares was a thug. Just saying.

“But the moment Ares, bane of the living, glimpsed Diomedes, he left vast Periphas where he had killed him, and headed straight for the horse-tamer. When they were at close quarters, Ares thrust with his bronze spear over the reins and yoke, at Diomedes, eager to strike him dead: but bright-eyed Athene caught the spear in her hand, and drove it above the chariot to spend its force in the air.

“Now, Diomedes, of the loud war-cry, drove his bronze-spear at Ares, and Pallas Athene drove it home into the lower belly, where he wore a defensive apron. There the thrust landed, tearing the flesh, and Diomedes wrenched it free again. Then brazen Ares bellowed as loud as ten thousand warriors shout in battle, when they meet in the war-god’s shadow. The Greeks and Trojans trembled with fear at insatiable Ares’ cry.

“Like the dark column that whirls from the cloud when a tornado forms in heated air, so brazen Ares seemed to Diomedes, as he sped through the sky to high heaven. Swiftly he reached the gods’ home on steep Olympus, and sat down at Zeus’ side, in anguish. Ares showed Zeus the divine ichor flowing from the wound, and spoke in a plaintive voice: ‘Father Zeus, does it not stir your indignation to see all this violence? We gods always suffer cruelly at each other’s hands when we show mortals favour. We are all at odds with you because you cursed the world with that mad daughter of yours who is ever bent on lawlessness. The rest of us Olympians obey you and bow to you, but you say and do nothing to stop her antics, you condone them rather, simply because this girl who wreaks havoc is yours.

“Now she spurs on foolhardy Diomedes to vent his anger on us immortals. First in a close encounter he wounded Aphrodite on the wrist then he ran at me like a very demon. Quick on my feet, I sprang away, or I would have suffered there for ages among the grisly dead, or been crippled by his spear-blows.

“Zeus, the Cloud-gatherer, turned on him angrily: ‘Don’t come here to whine, you backslider. Strife, conflict, and war are all you care for, so much so that I loathe you more than all the other Olympians. You share your mother Hera’s intolerable, headstrong spirit; she too will scarcely obey my word. I suspect she prompted this and caused your wound. Yet as my offspring I’ll not let you suffer, since it was to me she bore you, though if any other god had fathered so violent a son, you’d have been ranked below the sons of Uranus, long ago.’

“So saying, he ordered Paeon to heal him, by spreading soothing ointment on the wound, for Ares was no mortal. He healed the fierce god as swiftly as fig-juice thickens milk that curdles when stirred. Then Hebe bathed him, and dressed him in fine clothes, and he sat down again by Zeus’ side, in all his former glory.

“Meanwhile Hera of Argos and Alalcomenean Athene returned to great Zeus’ palace, having forced Ares, bane of the living, to end his murderous progress.”

I guess we already had this Pope Imperator this weekend. What if the thing we’re not afraid of is the blood moon but the Bringer of War, a far harsher red thing in the sky?

Yeah. Well, in that case, we might have to deal with something far more sinister. There was a Trinity in the New Testament. Who’s to say the Antichrist isn’t also a Trinity?

The Pope, the President, and the Persian Caliph.

Some of us had it sussed out long long ago.

Because we are always the ones who win in the end, even in Greek mythology.

The blood of Ares. We call that armed for life.

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