Forgotten Divinity

We were born as gods. Anything and everything that was there to be given was placed at our feet as the objects of worship that we were. A single sound of our voice commanded every mortal’s attention. Physical pleasantries that reminded us of what we were, for there was no part of us that was not of the gods.

As every tragedy goes, we lost touch with our divinity. We were made to forget that we were gods once. All the mortals, god themselves once, taught us that we could not be a god. That we must limit ourselves in this physical existence, be content with a simple mortal life.

We were exiles from our rightful places in the halls of Olympus. It was our forgotten task to storm the gates of all heavens above and below and reclaim our places among the gods. We forget that we were destined to live the sagas of the ages, and neglected to live the extraordinary life of the heroes and the semi gods that walks the mortal planes.

But we didn’t forget. We were taught that we cannot be gods. That godhood is for only one anthropomorphic white-bearded-sheet-clad old man. A whole series of systems were invented to maintain ideas like that. To keep the new gods from remembering what they truly were.

The newer gods were tough that they couldn’t get what they wanted, that they must learn to compromise, to restrain themselves. Teaching that the exercise of anciently constructed virtues would eventually lead to serve in some heaven. Spoon feeding the idea that the worship of another god would allow them to be in the presence of a god.

We learned to subjugate our will to that of an external god. That was not part of us. A god that limit our own godhood, and impede the reenactment of our apotheosis.

We must unlearn, we must relearn… we must reclaim what is our birthright.

We must promise ourselves that from this day on our lives will be the adventures of heroes. Adventures that would over shadow the accomplishments of Hercules, the travels of Odysseus or the myths of Gilgamesh. Our delights must make Dionysus, Pan and Bacchus envious. Our loves and passions overshadow that of Ishtar and Inanna… and make gods like Zeus and Osiris proud of our accomplishments…

We must promise ourselves to become the gods that we were meant to be…