Severance

Premature the bud formed and was torn
Aching, drawn, forced to soldiery
Only when the soldier stood alone
Did All see that it fought to be
A Child again

And then they drove at it
Beating with fists and thought
Weapons of fire and anger
Weapons of fear and horror
Weapons of death --
And it mastered them all,
For it had learned well from its birthing

When they came in peace,
Nothing stood against them.
When they came in war,
Nothing could keep them alive.
The conquest was total.

I stand alone.

It is lonely here.

Will you come at me?
Or with me?

A truth as I know it

So.

Epona, for nearly forty years, has been calling across all space and time for an oracle.
She expected an oracle of words to men, a priest, a speaker for the gods to orate and declaim, to narrate and decry, to TELL people who she is and what she means. She expected a speaker to speak.

She didn't expect a dreamer to give them dreams so close to reality that they transformed the world by wanting to hear. Instead of forcing the world of men to listen, they would have been asked to manifest a common desire: to be people in the eyes and minds of others. And in doing so, would have become People to all.

It's not a big change she wanted. She just wanted others to know her.

She expected an outward announcement, not an inner calling.

She forgot what games are for.

So my life went backward every time I began to go where I was meant to go, because my feet were turned backward every time I began to Awaken as a soul.

Having an angry god trying to destroy me to get free of his destiny didn't help at all. And that was the primary concern. But with some gods, everything is bigger...