Was Cassandra a Conspiracy Theorist
Or just the first woman nobody believed?
Fearing one of his six children would overthrow him, Cronus, king of the Titans, demolished five before Rhea saved her remaining son, Zeus, by tricking her husband into swallowing something else.
When Tantalus, king of Phrygia, dished up his son Pelops to the Pantheon gods in a stew, a grieving Demeter ate his shoulder. As you do. Atreus, king of Mycenae, served his slow-simmered nephews to their father, Thyestes. His son Agamemnon dashed his wife-to-be Clytemnestra’s baby’s brains on concrete before carting her off to be his bride. It’s how these elite families roll!
Zeus did overthrow Cronus, but the apple didn’t fall far from the dysfunctional tree, and the cycle continues. Who needs thunderbolts when a man owns a private island? You might ask what he hides in his underground maze.
Clytemnestra is one of nine ancient Greek archetypes in Women Who Swim with Whales, betrayed by institutions that claimed to protect them. Such voracious inhuman appetites still function here, albeit with better lawyers, handlers, and media moguls keeping a lid on things.
The powerful have private jets and islands where they build their own labyrinths amid archipelagos of secrecy and purchased compliance, filling them with the young.
In Epstein’s Invisible Empire: The Favor Bank and the System That Made Him Possible (Triform Press, 2026), Marcus Severin excavates the infrastructure, logistics, interconnected systems – property, aviation, finance, and influence – that enable child exploitation at the highest levels.
The ancient Greeks knew all about feuding pantheons of bloodthirsty billionaires wearing benign expressions. The virgins in their path – Medusa, punished for being attacked, Persephone, dragged into the underworld with Zeus’s full sanction, and Cassandra, whom Apollo cursed for naming him – were silenced for speaking out about powerful untouchable men and the mazes they build around mortals.
Thoughts turn to Virginia Giuffre, one of the earliest voices calling for criminal charges against Epstein and his enablers – the late Queen Elizabeth’s son among them. Other abuse survivors later credited her with giving them the courage to speak out, but Giuffre, alas, is no longer alive.
Cassandra saw it all – the wooden horse, the blood and fall of Troy. When she tried to warn people, she was called hysterical, unstable, and insane. Some of us know what this feels like.
Our world is full of Cassandras whose testimonies are sealed for decades. Princess Diana’s records of the 1997 car crash that killed her, for example, are sealed until 2082 at the earliest. I wonder why.
Cassandra’s vindication was not just in seeing her predictions come to pass, but in her refusal to stop speaking out, which is the bravest and most necessary act available to us.
The Temple of Tides is behind a waterfall. Nine women inside have been waiting to speak for 3000 odd years, and they’re not in a forgiving mood.
Neither am I.