“And the plan he thought seemed best was to send a false dream to Donald Trump…”
Saving the FBI a huge amount of time, Trump has admitted to his crimes on twitter and in TV interviews, happily lying and contradicting himself at every turn.
Even top Republicans are now suggesting Trump needs a “frontal lobotomy.”
David Gomez, a former FBI assistant special agent, said Trump’s admissions of guilt “demonstrated a profound inability to grasp the potential consequences of his words.”
“On a big case like this, the ideal thing would be a wiretap on your number one subject,” Gomez added. “But in this case, you don’t need a wiretap. He just comes right out and says it.”
Have we ever seen anything like this in modern politics? A leading politician having a King Lear style descent into dark depths on twitter?
Why make things easy for himself, when he can make them difficult and get himself impeached really fast?
Why force the FBI to collect evidence of obstruction of justice, when he can incriminate himself in public?
Why be discreet when he can tell the Russians being investigated by FBI Director James Comey that he had just fired “nutjob” Comey to crush the Russia probe?
As Trump’s aides struggle to understand his meltdown, reaching for words like moronic, I wonder if there is another explanation. At first blush, Zeus might seem unlikely cause of Trump’s incredible delusionary blindness, but bear with me.
Perhaps one of the gods or God himself has sent a delusion to Trump to help bring about his own downfall? There are accounts of this happening in the Bible and also in Homer. Which brings me back to Zeus.
Trump will himself be flying over Mt Olympus in a couple of days on his complex foreign itinery, thundering over Zeus’ hideout.
Why go straight from Italy to Belgium when you can go from Italy to Belgium and back again complicating your first nine day foreign trip? he will be flying very close to Larisa, Greece, according to a map in the Daily Mail…
This is a picture of Mount Olympus seen today from outside St Achilles, the main church in Larisa, where I exist, incidentally, as an endangered species having mentioned the Trump team and Russians in my blog post on February 15th.
Maybe Zeus has gotten wind of what Trump is up to and has decided to take him down.
Surely, this self demolition of Trump induced by some incredible blindness paving the way for his rapid impeachment is the perfect justice, which only the gods can dish out? It is just towards all his voters whom he has betrayed, and it is just given the fact that he has a thoroughly treacherous, authoritarian, phoney, con man character.
In the Iliad, Zeus, up there on the snowy heights of Olympos, sends a “lying dream” to the arrogant King Agammenon to confuse him and lead him to perform actions that will bring about his own ruin. This to avenge Agammenon’s ill treatment of Achilles.
Could Zeus have decided to call the god “Dream” to him to cast Trump’s mind into delusion?
“Go, deceitful dream, to the White House, and when you reach Trump’s bedroom speak exactly as I wish. Say he must fire FBI Director James Comey swiftly, for here is his chance to ease the pressure of the Russian investigation into his cash washing machine with a bit of real estate on the side. Tell him to blame the firing on Comey’s handling of Clinton’s emails. Afterwards, tell him, to be bold and meet the very Russians Comey is investigating in an unscheduled, secret huddle in the Oval office and hand them over highly classified intelligence information about really dangerous laptop bombs. Allow only a Russian government photographer in to demonstrate responsibility. Call Comey a nutjob whom he has to get rid of to stop the Russia probe among his staff. This time no one will leak. Nothing will reach the New York Times. He will be rid of this probe, once and for all. Say we immortals who dwell on Olympus are no longer at odds on this matter, for Hera has swayed all minds in favour of the Russians with her pleas, and the Americans are doomed to sorrow.’
So he commanded, and the dream came swiftly to the White House, to Trump, resting in his soft silken sheets, lost in ambrosial slumber. It stood there by his head, in the guise of Putin, the President’s most trusted friend, and in Putins’ form the dream from heaven spoke: ‘Do you sleep, now, son of real estate developer Trump, who has so many great deals before you? A man whose vast offshore bank accounts are being filled up with me, charged with turning the USA into our vassal state, on whom responsibility so rests, should not sleep! Listen closely now, I come as Zeus’ messenger, who cares for you, far off though he may be, and feels compassion. He would have you fire your FBI Director James Comey speedily, for that will end the risk of impeachment. Blame it on his handling of the emails of Hilary Clinton. Afterwards, show boldness and meet the very Russians Comey is investigating in an unscheduled, secret huddle in the Oval office and hand them over highly classified intelligence information. Allow only a Russian government photographer in to demonstrate responsibility. Tell them “I just fired the head of the FBI. He was crazy, a real nut job. I face great pressure because of Russia. That’s taken off.” This time no one will leak. The immortals that dwell on high Olympus are no longer at odds, since Hera has swayed all minds with her pleas, and the will of Zeus dooms the Americans to sorrow and to a tsar or dictatorship. Hold fast to this, remember all, when honey-tongued sleep frees you.’
Who knows? Trump, like Agammenon, may have lapped up this flattering dream, woken up feeling elated and burning with impatience to put his plan into action. He may have confused dream and reality under the influence of wishful thinking.
Trump, like Agammenon, didn’t realize that in spite of all his power and wealth, he was just a chess figure in a game played by Zeus.
Or by the God of gods, who controls all things in this world.
“With this the dream departed, leaving the President to ponder as he woke on things that would not happen, the belief – fool that he was – that he might fire James Comey that very day, blame it on Clinton and get away with it. He little knew what Zeus had planned, the pain and sorrow he would bring to Trump and the Ruskies in the mighty conflict when a special prosecutor was appointed and the Congress and Senate got fed up. When he woke, the divine voice was still ringing in his ears. Seated on the bed, he donned his soft tunic, fresh and bright, and spreading his bathrobe round him, bound fine sandals on his shining feet, and and went into his gold-plated bathroom; then he took up his imperishable ancestral staff, and set off through the corridors to the Oval Office.
Now, as the goddess of the dawn reached high Olympus, announcing day to Zeus and the immortals, Trump ordered his clear-voiced secretaries to call the his staff in for an assembly. They cried their summons and the aides swiftly gathered.
But first the Presdient convened a council of close relatives, including his daughter and son in law, and laid out a subtle plan, saying: ‘Listen, in ambrosial night a dream from heaven came to me, my friends, resembling Putin in stature, looks and build. It stood by my head, and spoke, saying: “Do you sleep, now, famous Manhatten tower builder? Listen closely now, I come as Zeus’ messenger, who cares for you, far off though he may be, and feels compassion. He would have you fire FBI Director James Comey with speed, for destroying all the checks and balances will open the way for you to become dictator. The immortals that dwell on high Olympus are no longer at odds, for Hera has swayed all minds with her pleas, and the will of Zeus dooms the Trojans to sorrow. Hold fast to this.”
With this, he sat, and his son in law, failed and indebted Manhatten developer, rose to his feet. Benign of purpose, he addressed the gathering: ‘My friends, leaders, the new tsars of the USA, if it was not the best of the Russians who had told us of this dream, we might think it a lie and ignore it, but rather let us find a way to fire James Comey and pin it on his handling of the Clinton. We will never have a problem with the probe again. We can be as corrupt and autocratic as we please.’
The gods knew all things, according to the ancient Greeks. How much more does the God of gods, the Father of Jesus Christ, know all things!
There is a very common misunderstanding of religion.It’s perpetrated by the likes of proven criminals like Abbess Theodekti and the Bishop of Volos. In this darkened understanding, God is external to us, to the world. We might catch a glimpse of his image in an icon in a building held up by superstition and supported by the pillars of authority like St Achilles in Larisa where a homeless man is left to sleep outside in a rucksack while hundreds of people and clergy walk back and forth for the morning service…
But the idea is we will never get to know him. He has no real interest in us either. He is never going to bother to send us a dream or inspiration. Whether we develop spiritual qualities and attain eternal life or not is a matter or profound indifference to him.
But the reality is that God is present everywhere and at work everywhere in our lives, trying to help us evolve, develop, reach our potential.
If we allow our understanding to be darkened by egoism, pride, arrogance, worldliness, if we close ourselves to the voice of reason, of conscience, there is a real danger we will end up becoming as ridiculous as Trump.
Now, Trump is likely going to be impeached, bankrupted and imprisoned along with his son in law and daughter too.
But the manner of his demise has been so swift, so self inflicted and so inexplicable, that really, was God at work?
And I thought I had problems here in Larisa with the crooked prosecutors, dear readers. But any pale in comparison to the tsunami of problems Donald Trump has generated for himself just this week.