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[26 Jul 2004|12:42pm] |
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There are certain aspects to being a deity that are beyond aggravating. I understand that those that are not gods are probably unaware of this and there really is no way they could. Those that do hold a similar level of existance to mine will know whereof I speak.
Take language for example; the other day I was doing something of a delicate nature, special godly things that I'd prefer to keep to myself, when I came across an obstacle. As with most sentiest beings, I reacted in the usual manner...I cursed. Well, I should say I attempted to spout off with something of a swearing nature when I....it went like this.
"For the love of...." which is about as far as I got.
I suppose of all the word combinations I could have chose from, that I went with a love motif is not surprising. However, being a god...it's not like I have many options to direct the end point of the curse. I'm aware there are beings that exist on a level higher than what I'm on, that would seem to be as far above my kind as we are above mortals, but we don't worship them. We're gods...gods do not worship gods.
You see the problem?
Distracted as I was at the time, the godly matter that I'm still being vague about, how to proceed was unclear. I eventually corrected the problem while my thoughts continued around this new issue. Now, it's not like I haven't sworn about something before but I don't think it was ever anything like this. Where I realized that there was nothing of reverence above me with which to lay this upon. Having nothing to compare the situation to on a godly scope, I considered taking a mortal stance.
This didn't work but it did make me begin to consider how mortals go about expressing their frustrations. Say how limited they are as much as you want, if you're a god, but they are possibly the most proficient users of foul language I've ever come across. Of course, I was directing my focus on any matters not dealing with a divine being. This leaves out Godammit, Jesus Christ, Spit and Hades, Holy Shit, and that's just choosing from the english language. However, there is son of a bitch...which has a certain pizzaz. There's also the ever popular motherfucker, but I'd prefer not to go there because that's just such an amazingly negative conotation...even for an Olympian.
I am now taking suggestions.
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[22 Jun 2004|12:51pm] |
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xposted to my journal,  Pantheom.com, Deities.com, and Ambrosia Gods
Everytime I run into someone new, that knows anything of the Greek Pantheon, they always ask me why the God of War is running around in white silk with gold trim. They've been more familiar with the leatherbound, manic, broody, downer that is the stinky Ares who I really think isn't so bad. He's got likeable qualities and with this handsome face, no one could be all bad.
He just needs therapy.
Still, even a god can wonder if maybe there is something to the other side of the coin. So, I went looking into war...which on this world wasn't too difficult to find. Percentage wise there isn't so much in the way of war in my universe...which I'd like to think has a lot to do with me. As it would happen, I think things are so screwed up in the mass violence department as the Ares here is just as good at what he does as I am in what I do.
Finding an active war wasn't difficult, as I've said; I went to Iraq. A lovely little place...once you get past the explosions, the deaths, the slaughter, the people trying to kill one another, the political intrigue...you see why this was the perfect choice? I'm not entirely sure if my mirrored brother had anything to do with this, anymore than people are incapable of falling in love without me. It was interesting to watch, from a detached point of view, but eventually it started to grate on my nerves.
If ever a place needed the God of Love....this was it.
First I altered the content of all the drinking fluids around the area with the same properties I put in my love enriched strawberry wine, to lighten the mood. Then there's the people and the dark moods with the pain in their hearts; to them I countered with the essence of joy...stirring the embers within that make people happy. I further encouraged brighter weather but keeping just enough mistful content to it that it wasn't clear enough to see where anyone might be aiming weapons.
At first I patted myself on the back for a job well done. After all, happier people and joyful food would make things start to work themselves out. I was quite pleased...
...until technology reared its evil head. I swear, this new magic of machines and computers completely mystifies me. One of the days, once I get my godly cranium from between my buttocks, I'm going to go out and be the proud owner of every single one of those for Dummies books. They countered the mists with something that could track bodies by their heat signatures, whatever that means, and patriotism to the respective causes allowed them to ignore the happy I had placed within them through the various sources.
I was not pleased.
This called for drastic measures.
I found the highest mountain that I could to call in tremendous storm clouds, heavily laden with rain (little trick my Dad taught me ages ago) and put the undiluted quality of love within them. I packed them tight with everything that love, hormones, and lust has to offer. I was through being subtle...
Now, this wasn't quite the 40 Days and Nights package that gets all the big press but it was a fairly solid week of pounding torrents before it let up...I may've snagged a monsoon unintentionally. For the first couple days they actually kept up the fighting, much to my surprise; has no one ever heard of umbrellas and getting out of the rain over there? It didn't last much beyond that and people sought out shelter. I kept pumping the storm full of the essence and let it fly...or fall as the case may be.
In hindsight, the most beautiful thing for all living beings, I may have overdone it a tad. When the sun broke through the clouds and the waters began to dry up and vaporize...I beheld the largest orgy on record in any universe. No one anywhere will ever likely believe...as the news crews had joined in as well. It stretched as far as the eyes could see, so many writhing and twisting bodies....so beautiful.
In the long run, I probably didn't change anything...although birth rates will become interesting in the coming year. When the effect lays away, they will go back to their butchery and stupidity and start blowing each other up again. All in all, even the gods cannot overwhelm human nature.
So, enough of my pity party...getting this out and sharing has really helped me. I'm off to one of the few wonders, that humanity has created, that humanity has perfected to the joy in all hearts.
The ever wonderous Realm of the Mouse, I hear it's called Disneyland...though I don't get why people would put such worship in a rodent...
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| the recovery room |
[20 Jan 2004|12:30pm] |
[place holder for Cupid after all the Metatron Lucifer stuff is over--*he's going to need peace and quiet for a day or two--not an rp room--yet-]
[ooc comments from other deities all ok]
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[06 Jan 2004|12:20pm] |
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*presses face against 'puter screen*
helllooooo!
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