There is a kind of unutterable dread associated with encountering a deity. It’s as though all of the things you thought might be true about the ultimate nature of reality are suddenly, starkly made to be true before your eyes. You need not be humble before a god, because the idea becomes laughable in the face of your inconsequence. There is no analogy that suffices except perhaps to compare the many millions of bacteria in your kitchen. You are as significant to a god as each individual bacterium is to you.
I was deeply uneasy after my lion dropped the spirtual equivalent of napalm on the extra-planar denizens of my house. He is terrifying and capricious sometimes, and I wonder if that is a reflection on me as his creator. (Side note: I can feel him chuckling at me as I type this.)
Anyway he made a mess of things and though I tried that night, I couldn’t dispel the negative energy, nor create a shield around the house that would last more than a few seconds. There was just too much carnage in the air, like shreds of red and black energy all drifting about.
I resolved to try to meditate to at least clear my head and get some sleep. I closed my eyes and began to close myself off from the spiritual world. That’s when I felt it approaching.
It walked in place, slowly, not moving but somehow materializing in the room to a greater extent with each step. To say it walked into the room with me is accurate, but it didn’t Come from anywhere.
The intensity of its presence is indescribable.
I was mesmerized at first, and so much so that I didn’t even have the sense to be scared. In fact after a moment I had no sense of anything at all except the beautiful silver-white being filling my world with light and power and glory.
It was overwhelming any pretense of self I possessed, leeching away my individuality effortlessly until all I wanted was to be absorbed and lost in its endless incredible magic. “me,” I offered, “please me, oh please me, take me please take please please please…” I lost even the capacity to verbalize that much and just sat there vibrating in pleasure.
Words cannot describe the clarity of perception I had as I sat there basking in the glory of a god. I watched it repair the constructs my lion had destroyed, like a gardener tending to his garden, the face things came back into being, their visages first taking on a tortured, horrified expression, but then immediately reverting to the serene, placid happiness of when I first encountered them.
In flashes of insight I saw their history, the people who called them into existence, who worshipped this god and had merged with it. I witnessed their rituals and lives in an overwhelming torrent of impression. It went on forever somehow and took no time, and then the god noticed me sitting there.
He turned toward me, and regarded me in both surprise and somehow recognition, and then he spoke at me. I understand now what he said, but I don’t know what he meant by it when he said it and that’s pretty much irrelevant because it killed me.
“Oh. Found you!”
I was dead and gone before the first word had completely left his mouth. How can I describe the voice of a god? The best I can do is say the sound was like the infinite metallic shrieking of every modem ever dialed in history, and it grew louder by the microsecond.
I just shattered before the crescendo of it. I felt myself come apart and was shredded and splattered across time and space as the pieces of me shrieked and grasped for eachother in a moment of helpless, impotent terror. Then I was nothing.
I came back to awareness as pieces of myself were scooped back together by the hands of the god. It looked on at me and radiated a sense of what I can only describe as embarassment tinged with mirth. He hadn’t expected me to die when he spoke to me.
I looked away from his endless beauty, wrenching my eyes away with the greatst effort.
I realized what had happened slowly as my ability to think returned. I had the memory of what it felt like to cease to exist and I think I started to lose my mind because of it. I existed in two realities and in one I had just been destroyed, in the other I was just fine. I felt a great horror welling up inside of me and was about to open my mouth to begin shrieking in incomprehensible terror – and then the god did something and it just went away.
I looked over and my lion was there. He was clearly conscious but his eyes were clenched shut, his paws were wrapped around his head and he crouched on the floor in a state of supreme tension. A gossamer thin net of silver-white energy extended from the god, and appeared to be crushing him to the floor. Floating in front of his face and extending out of his forehead was a cone-shaped energy vortex facing the god, and it came to me that I was witnessing the darkest, thickest psychic shield I’ve ever seen. I saw the gods lips move and I panicked for a moment, remembering my demise, but I heard nothing.
A visible force washed over my lion, and his teeth gritted as he was battered by the god’s words. I saw pieces of his vibrant green energy blasted away from the edges of him behind the shield, and I heard him project back at the god. He addressed the god by name and the hearing of it was terrifying and exhilirating, and just the thinking of it made me intoxicated with power. I could move mountains, boil oceans – reach into the depths of the cosmos and pluck out a star!
Then the god edited me and I cannot.
It’s there in my mind, his name – and I can see the shape of the word, but I have no capacity for cognition of it. I have no other words to explain that. If I try to think about it I start to unravel mentally even now almost 20 years later. I tried to explain this to a friend once and attempted to force myself to speak it. I ended up sobbing uncontrollably.
My lion said one thing after the god’s name, “thank you, your mercy will be remembered”. I still have no clue what that means. It seemed the god was pleased, and then he turned around and began walking in place and just fading. When the last vestiges were gone, my lion collapsed onto the floor, his enormous head half outside of the room as he panted and whimpered.
“Help me.” He projected at me, pitifully. I could see the problem. His energy was leaking from everywhere the god’s net had touched him, so I did something I hadn’t done in many years. I meditated and projected my energy into the shape of the construct I had created, and I whispered his name until the bleeding stopped.
“How did you get here?” I asked.
“I didn’t.” He responded with pain clouding his thoughts. He sent me a picture of what happened and it was bizarre. One moment he was playing outside with with an impish dark haired little girl, and the next moment he was as I saw him.
I tried to process that.
“He was so beautiful,” I said wistfully, broken-hearted.
“You LOOKED at him!?” My lion radiated shock and for a moment I swear there was awe as well. It passed quickly.
“How does this keep happening to you?” He asked finally.
“What do you mean?” I asked in confusion. He grunted in pain and annoyance and got up, then gave me that look that meant he didn’t know either because it hadn’t happened yet.
It’s funny having a higher dimensional companion sometimes, because causality is hard for them to deal with.
“I guess we’ll find out.” He shrugged and for the first time ever instead of jumping away and flying, he just started limping gingerly away back toward the north and his girl.
“Are you okay?” I asked as he was retreating into the distance.
“I’m fine,” he said grimly.
“What just happened?” I asked.
“Don’t be obtuse.”