Saturn

And here's the other thing.

Have you ever noticed that Grok, even though it's a stylized G, looks like Saturn?

Yeah, I have.

Yes.

... number of people.

Yeah.

Uh, which, if you've read my book, The Second Coming of Saturn, you understand why we think that's significant.

Saturn is not a planet.

Do you think that word is Saturnalis?

Uh, Saturnalia.

Domitian brought the wild spirit of Saturnalia back to Rome.

Saturnalia.

What is that?

Saturnalia.

What is Saturnalia?

I think it's gotta be to do with the Saturn-

Those are the coldest months of the year, which means it's going to be cold, hard, dark.

There's gonna be a lot of death, and that's what Saturn rules.

They got us to worship Saturn during December 25th.

Because it's all about materialism.

They got us to use pagan rituals to go out and spend money, which is a material object, it's manmade, it's made up, and to go and buy material things during Saturn's reign.

That's all they did.

And they got us to blindly honor Saturn, which is Satan.

That's all it is.

He with flaming brand Athos or Rhodope or Ceraunian crags precipitates: then doubly raves the South with shower on blinding shower, and woods and coasts wail fitfully beneath the mighty blast.

This fearing, mark the months and signs of heaven, whither retires him Saturn's icy star, and through what heavenly cycles wandereth the glowing orb Selenian.

Before all, worship the gods, and to great Ceres pay her yearly dues upon the happy sward with sacrifice, anigh the utmost end of winter, and when spring begins to smile.

Then lambs are fat, and wines are mellowest then: then sleep is sweet, and dark the shadows fall upon the mountains.

Mark too her cities, so many and so proud, Of mighty toil the achievement, town on town Up rugged precipices heaved and reared, And rivers under gliding ancient walls.

Or should I celebrate the sea that laves Her upper shores and lower, or those broad lakes,— Thee, Larius, greatest, and, Bonacus, thee With billowy upwar, surging like the main?— Or sing her harbours, and the barrier cast Athwart the Lucrine, and how Ocean chafes With mighty bellowings, where the Julian wave Echoes the thunder of his rout, and through Avernian inlets pours the Tuscan tide?— A land no less that in her veins displays Rivers of silver, mines of copper ore, Aye, and with gold hath flowed abundantly; A land that reared a valiant breed of men, The Marsi, and Sabellian youth, and, schooled To hardship, the Ligurian; and with these The Volscian javelin-armed, the Decii too, The Mari, and Camilli, names of might; The Scipios, stubborn warriors, aye, and thee, Great Caesar! who in Asia's utmost bounds With conquering arm e'en now art fending far The unwarlike Indian from the heights of Rome.

Hail, land of Saturn, mighty mother thou Of fruits and heroes! 'Tis for thee I dare Unseal the sacred fountains, and essay Themes of old art and glory, as I sing The song of Ascra through the towns of Rome.

Now for the native gifts of various soils: What powers hath each, what hue, what natural bent For yielding increase.

Welcome back to Becoming Wealth.

Today we're getting into some Saturn, which is like the architecture of enough, I think.

So we both did some very, I think we need to do this every time where we do, like we just do deep dives and then we come in because your deep dive is so different from my deep dive.

What do you think like the core thesis that you've come up with around Saturn is?

Well, I look at it through the lens of how people moving through deconstruction tend to lose structure.

And because there is this leaving of something that felt almost so restrictive, But we need structure, and it creates a void, a vacuum in our lives where we have all this energy, all this freedom and vitality, but then there's nowhere to really put it.

Definitely.

And I mean, if I were to choose a through line, it would be like the question that really comes up for me is, can you actually hold what it is that you're asking for? Which requires structure, one might say, you know, and I think when we were trying to figure out what this all this meant, we were really drawn towards structure.

well you know what's interesting about that is i was just reading in hamlet's mill sorry to interrupt you I was just reading in Hamlet's Mail, because we're talking about the Golden Age.

We're talking about Saturn, because that's technically Saturn.

Saturn's age is the Golden Age.

And he's talking about how in the Greek magical papyri, there is obviously plenty of spells and rituals and all this sort of thing.

But the ones to Saturn are specifically he says in their time they were even outdated, but they were still practicing them, you know.

And so this idea of like the Messiah, I mean, the coming again of the Messiah is actually like the coming again of Saturn.

If like and this is kind of like just came to me right now.

You know what I mean? And then and then it makes you wonder, like, can you just for like, how do you just force that? Because, you know, because supposedly Saturn's sleeping on an island somewhere bound by time, right? Because that's his story, supposedly, as he's on some island bound by time.

His eyes, wide and white, are locked in a terrible stare.

This is Saturn devouring his son, painted by Francisco Goya in the final years of his life, directly on the walls of his home.

with no intention of public display.

But the myth behind it is even older.

According to Greek and Roman mythology, Cronus, or Saturn, was a titan who feared being overthrown by his children.

To prevent this, he ate each of them after birth.

But one, Zeus, escaped and grew up in secret, and eventually fulfilled the prophecy by defeating his father.

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