The first man who ever told me he loved me said it outside a destroyer God’s temple and this should have been an omen, but instead I took it as prayer. Perhaps this is the story of every broken person. How when the poisoned chalice is placed before us, in our innocence, we drink it because it is placed there by someone who said they loved us.
“I always preferred monsters to Gods. Monsters don’t hide their ugly behind a veneer of perfection. They don’t pretend piety and benevolence when their intention is to devour. You can see a monster for who he is. I have never been able to say that about a God.”
“So do you know yet?”
“Know what?”
“If you are the monster…or the God.”
Nikita Gill, Extracts from The Great Goddess Project
Finally getting into the flow of using my journal/diary again! It’s been so many moons, but honestly? I’m so glad I’m able to be organised again - with a bonus indulgence of Nikita Gill’s new book Great Goddesses! An inspiring book to chase away the Monday vibes.
Of course it ended cruelly, what did you expect? Did you learn nothing from Patroclus or Icarus? Did you not know that Gods are simply tragedies waiting to happen to people like you and me? Did you not realise, that all the dark tales are true, that when mortals love Gods, all that is left is their abyss and the burning embers of ourselves.
What do the Gods care. They breathe aether not air. They drink ambrosia not water. Their blood is ichor and immortal whilst ours is rusting, slow rotting iron. But here’s what they do not want you to know. Without our prayers and tributes, their mighty Olympus turns into just another ruin. Their aether grows polluted with unrest and darkness. Their ambrosia bitters and their immortality begins to feel like a burden. Ask a God to name his weaknesses. If he is honest, he will tell you they wear mortal skin and go by names like yours.
