Category Archives: A Statement

The mostly direct words of Apollon, mostly directed toward myself, and sometimes more than myself.

Deathless, Not Timeless…

“We who reign upon lofty Olympos, and under the gaping Earth, are no strangers to the marvels of your world.  Only technology, in its rapid evolution, is the truest metaphor for Our changing natures.  We have lived through your Dark Ages, and extended Our hands to lift you out of the mud.  We have inspired all manner of equipment, and We have whispered the blueprints of countless machines into the ears of geniuses.  So why then, when you look for Our hands in the world, do you see them gloved in the antiquated costumes of the past?  We are not Our stories, and We are not timeless, preserved in some fixed point in the Universe.  We live, and move among you, wearing your clothes, speaking your tongues, and making use of your fine instruments.  They were first, in fact, Our fine instruments.  It would do you well to remember that Our Deathless Lives have seen technologies come and go.  We have seen humans come and go, and come again.  What you think is new, is for Us, merely the newest breath upon a world of infinitely recycled air.”

— Apollon


Through Their Eyes

I see through the eyes of strangers.  Apollon shows me what lies behind their sneers, and their laughter.  I have seen into the souls of those who scorn and attempt to shame.  Their ridicule is a facade, merely a game of make-believe played inside their insecurities, like children.

I have seen the shadow of fear wash over the corrupted ones, and lo, does it entangle them in grasping tentacles.  The darkness within them is a potent master– more potent than the trickle of soft light that they deny themselves.  And the bleakness for which they live is only the precursor to what shall befall them when the final shadow descends.

And yet they are afforded a way of release, of freedom from the cling of blind hatred, in its starvation.  If they would feed not this beast, this contagion, they might know the true peace of an unburdened mind. And yet, I also know that they will not, for no warning can compel those who see no harm in themselves, and whose justification is misplaced superiority.

Superiority does not come from the dismantling of others, even within secret sanctuaries where one may dwell with those of like mind, for the plague is among them all, dining upon blackened hearts and distressed souls.  In their scorn, they are not glorified, but are set into the realm of the untouchable, for they are far removed from the works of the Divine.

So shall they be their own undoing, for there is no mercy granted to those who refuse to learn.  In every moment there exists a lesson, a time to reach inside oneself and to extract the base human ills.  If these shall not even purge themselves, if they shall look upon the Gods’ gifts and laugh, they are lost.

Know that these words were given from the throne of the Prince, through me, who speaks His name with all due praise.  I have seen through the eyes of strangers, and strangers to His grace they shall remain, until the souls are set free from their human chains.

The First Step Is Knowing…

“Knowing thyself is only the first step.  Only the beginning of the path to Mastery.  Yes, you must know thyself, but you must also know what you are not. You must know what not to feed your soul, what not to emulate, what not to become.  And then you must become your best self possible.  At times, this will mean peeling away parts unnecessary.  At others, it will mean taking in what is needed.  Change teaches us who we really are.  This is as true for Me as it is for all of you.  As we are tossed upon the Sea of Fate, our innermost self keeps us afloat.

“Man [as in mankind], you are not the only creatures to endure evolution.  We must also become more than We are, to fulfill Ourselves and to fulfill the needs of All to which We are bound.  Remember this when your lives are wound in the maelstrom.  We have been here before you.  We have come to know Ourselves, even as We grow and change.  We can assist you, and you can be as We are.  Take the first step.  Grasp the hands of Those who would guide you, Those who would share this, and a million other familiar hardships.”

— Apollon, June 29, 2016


“This is not the end.  Each breath is a new beginning.  Life continues even after the fall.  What is unknown is not the wall which stands between you and the next leg of the journey, but instead is the creeping ivy that you must climb to traverse the wall.  You are not yet strong enough to dismantle or destroy the wall, yet you may move forward from it.  Choose to.  Choose life.  Choose the unknown, for it is better for you now than what is known.

“To escape the prison of thought and action which compels you, you must be willing to experience the newness calling now.  You are worth the time. You are worth the expense. You are worth the pain of lancing the wound. Fear not the pain, for you are worthy, and when you stand on the other side of the wall, you will only laugh at the superficial scratches and bruises that were acquired in the climb.  Choose the climb.  Choose life.  Choose yourself, for no one else can make your choices for you.”  — Apollon


Lost again
Broken and weary
Unable to find my way
Tail in hand
Dizzy and clearly unable to
Just let this go

I am surrendering to gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live

I fell again
Like a baby unable to stand on my own
Tail in hand
Dizzy and clearly unable to just let this go
I am surrendering to gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live, I choose to live, I choose to live

Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
Help me survive the bottom

Calm these hands before they
Snare another pill and
Drive another nail down another
Needy hole please release me

I am surrendering to gravity and the unknown
Catch me heal me lift me back up to the sun
I choose to live, I choose to live

Anticipation and Restlessness…

…A Message From Apollon, to a Particular Person…

“Life is transient.  Time, for you, is finite.  You wonder where it all leads?  Why not to enjoyment?  Is that not a worthy enough goal in the life of one so torn between the Worlds?  There will be enough Work after your passing. Now, live.  Just live.  You worry, and live so little.  It is known that restlessness seeps from your bones into the soil.  You worry the Land with your anticipation.  Just live with the Land, and when your life ends, the Land will embrace your eager longing.”  — Apollon

Little Cream Soda

One, two, three, four!

Well every highway that I go down
Seems to be longer than the last one that I knew about
Oh well

And every girl that I walk around
Seems to be more of an illusion than the last one I found
Oh well

And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby rings
And it’s like a dang explosion when he sings

And with every chance to set himself on fire,
He just ends up doin’ the same thing

Well, each beautiful thing I come across
Tells me to stop moving and shake this riddle off
Oh well

And there was a time when all I wanted
Was my ice cream colder and a little cream soda
Oh well, oh well

And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks
Was all I had to care about
Oh well, oh well, oh well

Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest fires
And whether I’m a liar
And lots of other situations
Where I don’t know what to do
At which time God screams to me
There’s nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left for me to tell you
Nothing left
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well
Oh well, oh well, oh well, oh well