Lem opened her eyes. It felt odd to see that smart fragile and young body to which she was attached by tinny bit cords. She went around light, thoughtful for the new world unfolding ahead. Felt great to live in a free of garbage world. She laughed at herself for such an ordinary thought – no cleaning, no cooking, no eating - none of those earthly tasks that had always stolen her from herself. “Is that a cat you are holding?” A white little cat attached to her right hand had been making her feel less forsaken. Wisely, she did not pay attention to the appearance of that soul talking to her. Little it can say about the one behind the pixels. More than anything, it was time for learning. To move arms and legs, to change clothes, to design a nose, to change colors, clothes and body parts. Steph and Lem had nothing but words bridging an ocean between them.  read more »

Sir Oscatel

Sir Thomas was goodly knight
With sword sharp and armour bright
Who came from Oldham
Or so he told ‘em

His only one cause of despair
Was the lack of son and heir
Fair lady as a wife he took
And tried as stated in the book

Many times they tried in vain
In the sun and in the rain
Until one day she said ‘enough'
I think you've got me up the duff'

For eight long months did Thomas wait
Mooning by the postern gate
But she bore what she didn't oughter
A mewling puling little daughter

Sir Thomas now turned very pale
And went to drown his woes in ale
And after many jugs he did regale
A fair young lass who came from Sale

Next morning with a thumping head
He did awake in strangers bed
He asked the lass her name to tell
She told him Mary Oscatel

It was all but three seasons later  read more »

There was a child who lived in a cave. One day the sun asked her to come play outside.
"I will not go outside," said the child, "my parents who put me in this world and who feed me deserve your light, not I."
"But there is so much to see!" replied the sun. "I make the plants grow, I make the rocks shine, and I make the water flow, but none of these things will be truly loved unless you come see them."
"No," said the child, "I do not deserve your light."

So the sun moved across the sky, until the shadow of a tall tree fell over the entrance of the cave.   
"Now you can come outside and see the flowers that grow in the shadows" said the sun.    
And the child went outside and admired all the plants that grew in the shadows.
All the new impressions made her tired, and she fell asleep in the shadow of some valerians that were as tall as herself.  read more »

Here is a story written by one of the best priestesses along the humankind:  read more »

Before All Befores, there was Nammu, the Sea, She the Origin, Ever flowing Beginning. Nammu was the First, the Source, the Mother of the Universe, the Self-Procreating Womb of Abundance, Alone and All-In-One, Nammu was Primal Matter, the Deep Fertile Waters of the Sea. Before All Befores (for time was yet to be), Nammu revolved and flowed, squeezed, coiled and rushed like a double helix spiral. Love she made for the first time to HerSelf, and she in Pure Joy reveled. Nammu's waters then opened up: she had given birth to Ki-An, Creation's first born, She the Mountain, He the Sky. Before all Befores, wrapped around the liquid Body of the Mother, Ki the Mountain, An the Sky held each other close in a most tender embrace. Ki the Mountain, An the Sky lay in each other's arms before all befores, when An was an empty Sky, Ki a stony earth, laying barren and unfulfilled within Nammu's fecund body fluid.  read more »

When Nanna the Moon, the firstborn son of Enlil and Ninlil, Lord and Lady Air, appeared in the skies, he, the young lord who was An’s shining Torch, by ever renewing himself and illuminating primeval darkness, brought along Time, the cosmic Measure that enables the contemplation of Eternity through the little and great facts that shape up with Meaning our lives’ lows and highs. For as Nanna moved slowly over the night skies changing from waxing to waning glow, and opening the doors of heaven to let in and out days, months and years always to return, life’s heartbeat synchronized in perfect harmony with the Moon’s shine: tides, the coming of spring floods to renew the land, the growth of reeds, the breathing in and out of all greens, abundance of milk, cheese and cream and, most of all, the sacred blood of womanhood.  read more »