Or rather - this is so dreadfully complicated for all it feels it should not be. The part of me that is...
... When I was young, as with all my people, I was given to the Sea. Our soul is divided and mingled, and one half is now His Holy Spirit, shaped pure, gifted to us.
When I am called Daughter-Sea, it is literal. The Sea lives inside of me, as part of my soul lives with Him. Which is a force of pure... life. Creation. A place from which all things become and are nurtured. Is that making sense so far?
[ Hard to miss, when she shouted in a voice as deep as the waters themselves. ]
I wish to take a part of that portion of my soul, the part that is Spirit.
And give it to another.
Not a man. one who is Spirit himself, or what I have heard your people call 'Gods'. Since he came here, he has been stripped of his connections, his gifts, as they were tied to the land he came from, and the faith of those there.
But she remains resolute, because of what she knows is the difference. ]
I cannot say, only that I know that I must and... I think what makes the difference is one thing in particular.
Because what I wish to gift, that is what the Sea-Father as mingled with me, is not just... Spirit, but... what the Sea-Father is Himself, which is yes, the sea, but so too is the Sea where all life is sheltered to grow strong. This is why we deem him something called a Great Spirit, as opposed to the Middling and Lesser kinds.
[ The Cambrian explosion but make it animism. ]
Which I would ask in some form to be kept private between us but I will insist on one understanding in particular: a God as I have been told, is a being of will, one who decides for those around them, and it seems to control some aspects of fate. Spirits do not have this.
Not that they are any less powerful, of course, but they do not fit to any comprehension of decision, fate, and choice. The same way that if the Wind were to knock your hat off, you would not say it did that to you on purpose or especially. It is the wind, it does as the wind does, no more, no less.
I once quite lost my temper with Emperor John Gaius, who is so named the God of Death, and when I grew ired, I told him that if he is that, than I must be the 'God' of Life, for that is what I have inside of me.
... And that... pure essence of sheltered creation, is what I wish to draw upon and give.
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Or rather - this is so dreadfully complicated for all it feels it should not be. The part of me that is...
... When I was young, as with all my people, I was given to the Sea. Our soul is divided and mingled, and one half is now His Holy Spirit, shaped pure, gifted to us.
When I am called Daughter-Sea, it is literal. The Sea lives inside of me, as part of my soul lives with Him. Which is a force of pure... life. Creation. A place from which all things become and are nurtured. Is that making sense so far?
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But he's felt the barest edge of what happens when she's set off course. He has no reason to disbelieve her - every reason to be rapt. ]
So far.
[ Not about to discourage her from telling him more if there's more to tell, which it sounds as though there is. ]
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I wish to take a part of that portion of my soul, the part that is Spirit.
And give it to another.
Not a man. one who is Spirit himself, or what I have heard your people call 'Gods'. Since he came here, he has been stripped of his connections, his gifts, as they were tied to the land he came from, and the faith of those there.
I wish to do what I can to restore him.
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You want to gift a god a part of another god's spirit.
Do you think that's wise?
[ Nevermind that they'd need to first bisect it from her own. Taking his concerns one step at a time, here, starting with the most glaring. ]
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But she remains resolute, because of what she knows is the difference. ]
I cannot say, only that I know that I must and... I think what makes the difference is one thing in particular.
Because what I wish to gift, that is what the Sea-Father as mingled with me, is not just... Spirit, but... what the Sea-Father is Himself, which is yes, the sea, but so too is the Sea where all life is sheltered to grow strong. This is why we deem him something called a Great Spirit, as opposed to the Middling and Lesser kinds.
[ The Cambrian explosion but make it animism. ]
Which I would ask in some form to be kept private between us but I will insist on one understanding in particular: a God as I have been told, is a being of will, one who decides for those around them, and it seems to control some aspects of fate. Spirits do not have this.
Not that they are any less powerful, of course, but they do not fit to any comprehension of decision, fate, and choice. The same way that if the Wind were to knock your hat off, you would not say it did that to you on purpose or especially. It is the wind, it does as the wind does, no more, no less.
I once quite lost my temper with Emperor John Gaius, who is so named the God of Death, and when I grew ired, I told him that if he is that, than I must be the 'God' of Life, for that is what I have inside of me.
... And that... pure essence of sheltered creation, is what I wish to draw upon and give.