I am the land, the sea, the source of all life here. I am the Goddess who has been forsaken for Christianity. I am the Chalice, I am the blue water that beats life into you. You marry your Kings to me; using the mere forgeries that have been created in my image. And yet, I am not bitter with you, for you are my children, all.
I begin my day before the sun rises, for I must wake her up. Sleepily, she rises at my command. As she comes up, I go over the Earth, breathing vibrant colour into the sleepy plants. I awake the animals, and all of you. Then I go back to my castle in the sky.
As you go about your day, I send creatures to keep an eye on you: fairies, elves, men, women, and animals too. They tell me what you are up to. I am the force that gives life, for no one is higher than I.
I drink my coffee, and clap for entertainment. The characters of books leap off the pages; they all tell religious stories. Except, of course, for the lovely Troubadours. They really know how to make Me laugh. I get an idea, and up he comes, a Troubadour. He sings me songs and flatters me; boy, he knows so little.
After morning tea, I head for Lioness, then London, and sail over Ireland, thinking how wrong all the men are. I should really do something about that. “God.” Who is this man? For only I am the divine.
I sail past the King’s castle in England again, never stopping because there is only greed in his heart. This, I know well. I hear a Robin chirping gaily, and I go see what she is up to—babies have come to her this spring.
I come down in England, and land on the ground as a woman. I play havoc with a few of the mortal men, thinking them only as toys. And yet, I have created these toys. I need to resurrect Myself, so I head back home. I swim in the clouds, and bathe in a rainbow’s light, washing away the memories of the past.
I can only give light and love and life, I cannot stop human emotion from killing them all. Maybe they will figure it out, some day. But that day never comes. I am Woman; hear me roar. I have no role to play, except Mother. I want to make life grow again, to help my children become friends. I need to be reborn, and this time, I live as Guinevere.
My satisfaction comes from life itself; seeing a sunrise, playing in ponds, enjoying myself in my backyard. I am the Divine, so I look only up to Myself, and My Mother. The Grail stories are true, because I have the grail here with me, it’s in my trophy room. Maybe I’ll let a mortal who is wise, kind, and courageous get it…but only if she/he is worthy.
And so my day closes with a sunset, and I awake the many stars to shine brightly, protecting my children as they slumber. I sigh as I lay my head upon my cloudy bed, and think of a Tomorrow coming soon, life reborn again.