Il risveglio di Zeus

Four years ago, on October 29, 2019, this adventure began with the online mass of the first three episodes, and now we have proudly reached 164. I started this podcast with a vision, to share the fascinating stories of the ancient world, bringing mythology to a modern audience. Today, the Mythology podcast has a discreet cultural success. With thousands of listeners around the world, it has managed to bring together a passionate community of mythological stories lovers. This is a fact that fascinates me and fills me with pride. Yes, because each episode is an accurate research work, an expert and engaging narration, and peculiar depths. This podcast has constantly innovated itself, the episodes have evolved over time, improving the quality of the recordings, exploring new mythological topics such as the Trojan War, in short, always keeping the interest of the listeners alive. But also because the real success of a podcast is its audience. The positive feedback I have received in recent years has been an engine of inspiration. In this moment of celebration, therefore, it is to be shared. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all the listeners. What you are listening to is mythology, the wonderful stories of the ancient world. I am Alessandro Gelain, teacher of philosophy, psychology and human sciences. If you want to be in my company, I will offer you the most interesting stories of Greek and Roman mythology. The myth still has a lot to teach us, and sometimes like a mirror, it is able to better show us what we are. Episode number 164 The Awakening of Zeus The Trojans retreat beyond the wall and beyond the moat, chased and abducted by the Greeks, led by the powerful Poseidon, who, being a man, reinforces the souls and bodies of his protectors. Zeus, who is sleeping, embraced by his sweet wife Hera, suddenly awakens, as called by the winds. He immediately stands up and scrolls the earth in the direction of Troy. He sees Priam's troops landing, trampled by the ferocious Greek ranks. He recognizes Poseidon's superhuman figure in the midst of them. Just beyond, on the banks of the Scamander, he sees Hector, suffering, half-conscious, almost agonizing, surrounded by his friends, worried about him. Hector spits blood, he can't get up. Struck by Aeaces, Hector is almost certainly smashed. Zeus feels pity for Priam's son. He turns his head with a terrible look towards Hera. You, Shagurata, with what deception did you manage to get Hector away from the battle? He suffers, but you should be the first to suffer with frustration the consequences of your inconsiderate gesture. Hera, terrified, immediately finds a justification, turning the responsibility on Poseidon. I swear on heaven and on earth and on the wave of the hostages, I swear on our bed on which I do not allow myself to lie. When the Greeks see him, they will fall into the most terrible and anguished terror. His only image will put them on the run. They will head for Achilles' ships and the son of Peleus will send the beloved Patroclus in their defense, who will be killed in front of the gate of Troy, after having defeated and defeated and killed many enemies, including my dear son Sarpedon. But no one of the Numes wants to intervene in the aid of Agamemnon's soldiers until I have avenged Achilles' offense or tempered the promise I made to Thetis. Hera sends down this new Rospu, as Benzaius nourishes him with antipathy towards the divinity of the sea, as Thetis remains one of Zeus' fixed thoughts. He flies quickly to Olympus and here he meets all the other deities who seem to be waiting for her. On his face appears concern together with disdain and anger. Come and listen to everything that threatens Zeus towards us. No one here will be able to sit quietly and chat in joy and laughter. We cannot face Zeus and we will be crazy to do so, with words or with force. He does not care for us and does not think of us as a danger. He feels and is sure to be the most powerful among the gods. And this is a misfortune for all of us. Ares, listen to me. Your son Ascalafos, your dear son, died today in battle. And Ares, now he soars on the ships of the Greeks to avenge the death of my son. I do not care if fate will bring me to die among the corpses, in blood and dust, struck by one of Zeus' lightning. He orders his sons, terrified and dismayed, to prepare his chariot. But he is stopped by a very angry Athena. Foolish, foolish, uncritical, have you lost your mind? I see that you still have your ears, so I think you can listen. But it is clear as day that judgment and respect have vanished from your head. Perhaps you have not heard the words of Hera, just returned from a meeting with Zeus. Or do you want to repair the offenses suffered with a revenge that will strike first you and then all of us, and only because of you? But without a brain, if you dare to put even one foot on the sand of Troy, Zeus will crush all of us without caring to distinguish the innocent from the guilty. Control the anger you have in your heart for the death of your son. Warriors more valiant than him have fallen in battle, and more will fall. Hera, in the meantime, has called to herself Iris and Apollo, and orders them to go to Mount Ida to confer with Zeus, who has very precise orders for the deities. In a blink of an eye, Iris and Apollo meet again with Zeus, who commands one of them to go and bring back reason in the mind of the god of the sea, and the other to hurry to cure the painful Hector. Iris immediately runs to Poseidon's ear, and tells him about the imperial command of Zeus, who promises to go down himself in person in the midst of the crowd to face him, if the god of the sea does not return immediately to the deep blue. Poseidon's stormy character is hurt, and immediately the first words are of suffering and anger for the threats of his brother. Zeus speaks arrogantly. Three are the male children of Cronus, generated by Rhea, I, Zeus and Hades, the lord of the underworld. In the division that followed the defeat of Cronus, the three of us all had a kingdom, I destined to command the sea, Zeus to impose his will on the ether, and Hades to become the lord of the shadows. The power of my brother is known to all, but do not think to scare me with his threats, as if I were a coward and a coward. Iris, must I then return to Mount Ida to bring your refusal, so proudly pronounced? Do not you really intend to reflect more calmly and change your beliefs? Strong is he who changes his opinion wisely, and you well know what a fool is, the stubborn who in the end is persecuted by the spirits of revenge. You are a wise counselor, sweet Iris, and it is pleasant to discuss with a messenger who reveals himself so long-sighted. I feel a great pain in my chest when my brother, who from destiny received as much as I did, addresses me with orders full of threat. Although I am also addicted, I still submit to his command. However, bring him this message from me, that you do not ignore my will, of Hera, Athena, Hermes and Hephaestus. Troy will have to fall, the Greeks will have to destroy it, or our divine desire will become unhealable. With an incredible leap, Poseidon disappears from the sight of his beloved Greeks and dives into the deep dark sea. The dredging takes the souls of the entire army of Agamemnon. Zeus, on Mount Ida, speaks to Apollo. My brother flees from my wrath and obeys my command. Good. Whoever has hindered my will is now in the depths of the earth, surrounding Cronus. Now, you, quick, go to Hector and heal him, and then take up your shield and frighten the rows of the Greeks and sow in their minds a dark terror so that they flee in search of repair to the ships. Take care of Hector and make sure that he quickly recovers agility and vigor, as well as health in the body. With the determination and speed of a mist following a dove, Apollo reaches Hector's head, who is already recovering, sitting next to his friends. Zeus's single awakening gave strength to Hector. Son of Prima, what happened to you? You are far from the crowd because of your wounds, I see. What misfortune has fallen on your head? Who are you, splendid divinity, you who question me? You were not a witness of how a stone thrown at me by the valiant Aeaceus struck me in the throat while I was slaughtering his soldiers. When I fell, I feared that the moment had come when I would have passed the gates of Hades and known the shadows of the transgressors. I felt close to exhaling my last breath. Courage, Hector. Zeus sends you a precious ally from Mount Ida. I myself, Apollo, who with my golden sword protect the walls of your city, now lay in you new strength and new value. Lead your soldiers and order all the Eurygians to launch their chariots towards the Greek ships. I will fill the road for the wheels of your chariots and you will not find any obstacle since I will also put the most valiant adversaries on the run. Like an uncontainable stallion that breaks the rope that holds it tied to the cliff and comes out of the stall to run to the gallop or to the plain, to cross the rivers and reach the pass of the horses, so Hector gets up and rushes to battle, comforting his soldiers and shouting bold commands to the Eurygians. To Ante, from the Achaean troops, sees Hector, who is inescapable, advance. He warns the captains and immediately Ajax, Telamonio, Teucro, Idomeneo and others line up to face the furious Trojan hero. Even if Apollo pushes the Trojans, the clash remains balanced so much to the value of the Greeks. When the god of form raises the shield built by Hephaestus on the order of Zeus, the Greek troops remain unbeaten, powerless, or scatter disorderly. The shield that Apollo hoists has the gift of instilling terror in any opponent. And like two hungry wolves that slaughter in the night the frightened sheep, Apollo and Hector kill innumerable opponents. Hector orders his men not to stop to strip the bodies of the fallen, but to continue the attack following the Greeks who are fleeing beyond the wall erected to defend the camp and the woods. Apollo opens a gap in the Achaean wall with the same ease with which the foot of a child destroys a castle of sand on the beach. The Trojans enter like mad furies while the Greeks, all on the ships, invoke Zeus the Savior. But to no avail. Priam's soldiers assault the ships of the Greeks who have boarded in a last desperate attempt to defend. Although they are superior in number, the Greeks are unable to repel the Trojans as they are pushed by Apollo. Aeaces desperately defends his own ship and engages an endless clash with Hector, armed with flak. Cousins and friends die because of their weapons. Then Aeaces calls Teucro, the most skilled archer, so that with his infallible weapon he can finally hit Hector. Teucro rushes and sends many heroes surrounding Hector to have a visual opening on the enemy. Calmly and skillfully he shoots a deadly arrow aiming it at the face of the Trojan. Zeus, who sees everything, gives glory to Aeaces' brother breaking the bow's nerve. The arrow is lost and the bow itself escapes Teucro by hand. Only this morning I tightened that stiff nerve so that in battle I could shoot arrows. Aeaces, dear brother, certainly a name hinders my glory. This is certain, because if you take a spear, fight with ardor and spur others to do like you, these dogs, to defeat us, will have to make great effort. Hector conquers the ship of Protesilao and from above the Tolda, smiling, orders his men to set fire to as many ships as possible. On this radiant day, Zeus has granted the army of Priam this unparalleled glory. Aeaces, furious, kills as many opponents as he can. He is behind Achilles from a cloud of arrows that rain from the sky. In Eurypilus' tent, Patroclus is massaging his friend's wound but with his eyes he follows the events that take place not far from him. Eurypilus, I can't wait any longer, I have to leave you. A scudiero will take care of your wound. I run to Achilles' tent, if he continues to deny his support to the right cause, I will try to convince him to lend me his weapons, as the wise master suggested. If you believe in this project and want to offer your support, I invite you to click on the type-in link in the description. You will find out how you can help me to constantly improve this channel. Also, in the same address you will find news and regular updates. 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