Cassandra told her truth in the ways of the ancients, in the words of metaphor, in the multilayered way of the storyteller.
For all this time I have been your Cassandra, fated to tell truth and be disbelieved, yet if you take a look at my track record for getting things right, perhaps you will find the courage to take positive action at my words. We live in a biological ecosystem, an emotional ecosystem and a spiritual ecosystem. They are linked and form one unit. They are as the threads of the Celtic trinity, always three, always woven. I am asking you to navigate the present moment better so that there can be a future that is closer to heaven and avoids dystopian nightmare scenarios.
Cassandra was a living myth, a living legend, and to meet her was to gain a sense that you were speaking with an angel, that she had a direct line to God.
They fated Cassandra to not be believed during a patriarchy, not to curse yet to bless her with a longer life. For no woman of those days would see dawn if men assumed she had real divine power. The days or chivalry had waned and there were no protectors. Should that change, should she be safeguarded, then her words will start to find true hearts and be headed. Either the evil or love force are in ascendance, and how Cassandra is received is your canary in the mine.
They stole from Cassandra and then attempted to dictate what prophecies she should create. They had become so accustomed to stealing the gold of her gifts an making themselves appear more rich and clever. Instead of thanking her they assumed ownership... that was the patriarchy... those were the days when chivalry almost died.