The Goddess Cycle #1
When the sweet brown girls call, she comes. She weaves herself from their dreams and candles and incense smoke. The sweet brown girls know her when she moves into their circle. They call her Mother and Lover and General.
Her body made them feel good. Her pot belly and jiggling thighs and sagging breasts takes their breath and fear.
“H-hello sweet children.”
Their tongue feels strange on her lips, but she can manage a greeting. She understands their words, their language comes to her in song and prayers.
She dances with them, all naked and in love and free as wild weeds.
The girls know her names and respect the old dead tongue she knows intimately. She stops their dancing and settles each one to hear her prayers.
The first is lovely and shy, her cock lays half hard on her thigh and she lowers her eyes.
“What is your prayer?”
The girl murmurs,
“I want to be a Mother.”
She is blessed with the cupped palm of the Mother against her groin.
“Get your wife with child.”
The rest of the girl children ask for similar things. One wants to change her body to be fertile, another wants to grow her garden, another to be a nurse. Each gets her blessing until she gets to the last.
The last child does not sing nor does she grin. She stares at her Mother, her Lover and General, calls her with the scent of blood and need.
The girl has her fists clenched into tight little chubby brown balls and her body vibrates with rage.
“Mother, my Lover, my General. I want to fight. I want to go to war.”
“If you want to go to war child, can you name me?”
They stand up together and the child puts her fists on her wide hips.
“You are the Queen of Heaven.”
The Goddess nods.
“You are the Daughter of Sin and Ningal.”
The girl’s heart thumps and she pounds her chest with one fist.
“You are she who descended into the underworld and returned. You are my Mother. You are my Lover. You are my General and we want blood.”
The Goddess howled and the divine light of war blazed from her eyes.
“My sweet child. Come, I will teach you the ways of war and the sacrifice of your enemies shall be my glory. Eli baltuti Ima’ ‘idu mituti.”
The naked girl repeats the ancient words with pride.
” The Dead Will Be More Numerous Than The Living.”
The others cheer and rise, dancing again. Their ululations and sweat and love will carry their goddess and their sister into battle.
The other Gods look and see and smile.
Even old Delight of Frigg smiles at this new crop of prayers and songs.
“God Speed dear Innana. Goddess speed.”