The goddess awakened morphing to the melody of her own cosmic song. Somewhere the memory of her light born grandeur clung to the edges of her consciousness as the magi mid-wifed her through the vortex to face The Shining Ones.
What was once forgotten in the illusion of mortal life screamed its
way to the surface through the crucible of her vanishing temporal form
and beckoned her mercilessly into the expansiveness of her being.
It was not fear of death that frightened her but the fear of forever.
A forever of endless possibilities without the safeguards of routine
And familiar faces the security of patterns and predictable seasons.
The vastness of the creator and the expectation of greatness, the
river of madness that was the reality of creation, the ingenious randomness that exploded from her own personal alchemy unleashed at last and manifesting at the speed of thought.
They spoke not nor did they act, but waited to see if she remembered
The code, the sweet high pitched signature of her unique identity that
would unlock the door to her immortality. And suddenly the flood of
symphonic rapture joined her vibrant tone, a kaleidoscope of welcoming a faithful traveler home.
The years of merely being human were at an end and the new born
goddess was in the wind. Never again to be bound by time and space or to long for the simple life of mortal ways. For divinity now was in every trace in every breath and every blade, shimmering in anticipation of the next phase.
The staggering memory of the light remained the filter through which
all experience was now transcribed. Baby goddess steps moved swiftly
through the gauntlet of earthbound programs disintegrating as the truth worm devoured the hard drive.
