A discussion on the Prometheus myth, and on Shelley's interpretation of it

I haven’t been posting too much on the forum lately, mostly because there is just too much ‘going on’ in the world re geopolitics and things are changing very fast…it’s hard to find stability in what we are living through, and my approach to this is more to follow as much as I can - including all forum posts! - and just digest things as far as possible. This one though is worth sharing IMO; Matthew Ehret and the Rising Tide Foundation is something I chanced upon a while ago, and together with Matthew’s posts on history and politics, I find myself devouring his content. This one is relevant to this Giza forum as it is referencing the work of Percy Shelley, as Dr Farrell does in his book ‘Transhumanism’. As someone who has had a personal experience in my mid 20’s where the ‘Universe’ spoke to me and proved beyond any rational thinking approach that literally everything is connected, and everyone is connected, united by a capacity for creativity based on love, or the concept spoken of in this presentation as Agape, I just find this discussion very ‘interesting’. Dr Farrell is often pointing to the need to preserve the culture, and I would be pretty sure he would find this discussion to be a good example of that. As the world tears itself apart in a war of ideas and technologies coming from the more materialist side of humanity - the ‘globalist’ cabal that has been with us forever - it is refreshing to find groups of people who really are immersed in and understanding of aspects of western thought and traditions (cultural history) that ARE worth preserving! In the end, for me at least, this is what the battle is really about. Comments welcome as always :slight_smile:

I’ll add a bit to this post, as what follows comes from the above discussion, from the referenced writing of Shelley.
This was of course written about England, but to me it could be written about America and many other ‘nations’ of today:

The condition of England. The propositions which are the consequences or the corollaries of the preceding reasoning, and to which it seems to have conducted us are:—

  • —That the majority of the people of England are destitute and miserable, ill-clothed, ill-fed, ill-educated.
  • —That they know this, and that they are impatient to procure a reform of the cause of this abject and wretched state.
  • —That the cause of this misery is the unequal distribution which, under the form of the national debt, has been surreptitiously made of the products of their labour and the products of the labour of their ancestors; for all property is the produce of labour.
  • —That the cause of that cause is a defect in the government.
  • —That if they knew nothing of their condition, but believed that all they endured and all they were deprived of arose from the unavoidable conditions of human life, this belief being an error, and one the endurance of which enforces an injustice, every enlightened and honourable person, whatever may be the imagined interest of his peculiar class, ought to excite them to the discovery of the true state of the case, and to the temperate but irresistible vindication of their rights.

The Malthusian Fallacy. A Reform in England is most just and necessary. What ought to be that reform? ’

That passage is taken from Shelley’s work, ‘A Philosophical View of Reform’, written in 1820. Here is the link for those who enjoy going to the source. I for one enjoy the content, but especially, I enjoy the language :slight_smile:
https://oll.libertyfund.org/title/rolleston-philosophical-view-of-reform-1820

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This was a refreshing discussion to listen too. I am interested in myths and their impact on culture and history. This discussion introduced me to Percy who I have not known before. He is I believe a Divine follower and the poetry is beautiful. What impressed me was the beauty of the poetry and the divinity shining through but also the censorship prevalent in nineteenth century Britain. There was also the Globalist agenda being played out from the beginning of time.
There are some interesting lectures thank you for posting the video. It does connect with Dr Farrell’s work and his focus on myths, texts and scriptures. I look forward to a replyto a

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Politics follows culture…ugly culture bad politics, beautiful culture humane politics.

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This was a pleasant surprise. I appreciate the deep dive into the myths and the historical references to them.

Shelley’s words both stir and soothe.

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His thoughts published in 1930, a hundred years after his death.

incredible indictment of the Bank of England, British East India Company evil, Thomas Malthus and so much more. You can download it on this link: https://oll.libertyfund.org/title/rolleston-philosophical-view-

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… Thanks for posting this link. Shelley (for me at least) definitely places in the front row of the first raters. One amongst those whom I always hope many others discover. Apologies for not responding earlier. Curiously, on many things, I always seem to be about 2 years behind, :slight_smile:

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Got ya beat, almost a lifetime for me. :face_with_hand_over_mouth::joy:

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link goes to ‘page not found’ for me. But TONS of other interesting conversation on that site. If only I had more time to listen!

I was able to access and copied link at the site. Try this one it’s a direct link…

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Thank you for resurrecting this thread! There is value in revisiting topics of older threads, and this is a topic of “timeless” relevance to what we see unfolding today. Percy Shelley’s works, unfortunately, are not as popular or well known as they deserve to be.

We had listened to two older conversations featuring Scott D. de Hart, one with Walter Bosley, the other with Dr. Farrell (on Radio Far Side), in which ideas of Dr. de Hart’s book Shelley Unbound: Uncovering Frankenstein’s True Creator were discussed. We had never before read the tragic work, Frankenstein, and so those two conversations inspired us to read both Frankenstein and then Shelley Unbound (along with Transhumanism). What food for thought in those books!

After reading Shelley Unbound, I contemplate Frankenstein under a new light, and see therein Shelley’s own autobiography (authored by him), and a glimpse into where he thought the obsession with engineering of life forms was headed, morally. In many ways, that book was a warning as to the depravity of the concept of the engineering of life forms, and what happens to them when their “creator” doesn’t like the result… It raises many ethical questions that need to be talked about openly, and that no one talks about. Questions about the biowarfare industry, the genetic engineering industry, the animal breeding industry, and the gruesome vivisection industry, which have no ethical boudaries.

Frankenstein (as well as Shelley Unbound) would be good recommended reading for every aspiring medical student and student of the life sciences, as well as for every high school science student. (While I was attending the public school system, none, and I mean none, of Percy Shelley’s writings were mentioned in our English or Science or History classes).

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True. Frankenstein to me was just a movie, the background and book never entered the scene from any person or direction. It was just a visual sensation.

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Enlil and Enki had this same conversation (sorry…humor).

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Along with Nin-khursag…

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Sunnyboy,

Here are two from Shelley that should have been in your textbook. Of course you may be young enough not to have had a “textbook”. :slight_smile:

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”


Prometheus Unbound

(excerpt)

SCENE.—A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione are seated at his feet. Time, night. During the Scene, morning slowly breaks.

Prometheus

Monarch of Gods and Dæmons, and all Spirits
But One, who throng those bright and rolling worlds
Which Thou and I alone of living things
Behold with sleepless eyes! regard this Earth
Made multitudinous with thy slaves, whom thou
Requitest for knee-worship, prayer, and praise,
And toil, and hecatombs of broken hearts,
With fear and self-contempt and barren hope.
Whilst me, who am thy foe, eyeless in hate,
Hast thou made reign and triumph, to thy scorn,
O’er mine own misery and thy vain revenge.
Three thousand years of sleep-unsheltered hours,
And moments aye divided by keen pangs
Till they seemed years, torture and solitude,
Scorn and despair,—these are mine empire:—
More glorious far than that which thou surveyest
From thine unenvied throne, O Mighty God!
Almighty, had I deigned to share the shame
Of thine ill tyranny, and hung not here
Nailed to this wall of eagle-baffling mountain,
Black, wintry, dead, unmeasured; without herb,
Insect, or beast, or shape or sound of life.
Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!

No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
I ask the Earth, have not the mountains felt?
I ask yon Heaven, the all-beholding Sun,
Has it not seen? The Sea, in storm or calm,
Heaven’s ever-changing Shadow, spread below,
Have its deaf waves not heard my agony?
Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!

The crawling glaciers pierce me with the spears
Of their moon-freezing crystals, the bright chains
Eat with their burning cold into my bones.
Heaven’s wingèd hound, polluting from thy lips
His beak in poison not his own, tears up
My heart; and shapeless sights come wandering by,
The ghastly people of the realm of dream,
Mocking me: and the Earthquake-fiends are charged
To wrench the rivets from my quivering wounds
When the rocks split and close again behind:
While from their loud abysses howling throng
The genii of the storm, urging the rage
Of whirlwind, and afflict me with keen hail.
And yet to me welcome is day and night,
Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn,Or starry, dim, and slow, the other climbs
The leaden-coloured east; for then they lead
The wingless, crawling hours, one among whom
—As some dark Priest hales the reluctant victim—
Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the blood
From these pale feet, which then might trample thee
If they disdained not such a prostrate slave.
Disdain! Ah no! I pity thee. What ruin
Will hunt thee undefended through wide Heaven!
How will thy soul, cloven to its depth with terror,
Gape like a hell within! I speak in grief,
Not exultation, for I hate no more,
As then ere misery made me wise. The curse
Once breathed on thee I would recall. Ye Mountains,
Whose many-voicèd Echoes, through the mist
Of cataracts, flung the thunder of that spell!
Ye icy Springs, stagnant with wrinkling frost,
Which vibrated to hear me, and then crept
Shuddering through India! Thou serenest Air,
Through which the Sun walks burning without beams!
And ye swift Whirlwinds, who on poisèd wings
Hung mute and moveless o’er yon hushed abyss,
As thunder, louder than your own, made rock
The orbèd world! If then my words had power,
Though I am changed so that aught evil wish
Is dead within; although no memory be
Of what is hate, let them not lose it now!
What was that curse? for ye all heard me speak

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Thank you very much for this, Scarmoge.

Imagine a modern day English (or History or Science) class unpacking that!!!

And the poems makes me wonder: what did Shelley know about things going on, that I have yet to learn! What clues are embedded therein? (e.g., “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert”; “Monarch of Gods and Daemons…regard this Earth Made multitudinous with thy slaves…”; “the Earthquake-fiends”…)

Well, those two poems were not in our textbooks, neither mine nor my spouse’s, and we were both “processed” in opposite parts of the country.

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