Chain Lightning
05-13-2006, 10:49 AM
I am the Goddess of the Dead. I have existed long before humankind walked this planet and I will continue to exist long after you have passed. I was neither born nor created, I, like many other of your forgotten deities, simply am. The fact that you have forgotten and no longer worship me does not erase my existence.
I have had many names throughout your history and cultures, but the one you shall know me by is the one that the glorious people of Egypt knew me by, Nebthet. You ask why I choose to use my Egyptian moniker and not one more familiar to you. The people of your ancient Egypt were the most beautiful and faithful of followers. Theirs was a time when men and women knew to properly respect their elders and their gods and goddesses. You, in what you view your current day; do not pay the respect that you should to me. I hear you asking yourself why you, the living, should pay respect to a Goddess of the Deceased. I ask you, why wouldn’t you? You must realize that life does not end when your mortal shell here dies. I am the one that will ensure that your afterlife is as pleasant as your mortal life. I am the one that will determine if your spirit will reside in bliss, or in torment.
Centuries ago several of my followers knew this fact and endeavored to bring me to them in physical form. They erected a secret shrine to me and in a late night clandestine ceremony, sought to bring me to them in a body they had selected to provide me with corporeal form. They had only made two mistakes. The first was the body they selected had been the young daughter of Pharoah who quickly used all the resources of Egypt to find her and them. Who the Pharoah was is not important as his reign was short lived and even your modern Egyptologists have forgotten his name. The second mistake was that to try to make incarnate any of the gods was deemed a sin amongst the Egyptians. They were quickly put to death, and my shrine was cleansed of all artifacts and the altar encased in stone and sealed off in a tomb to forever remain unmarked and shamed. The Pharoah and his priests prayed for days, offering sacrifice to beg forgiveness for those that had tried to bring me forward. Only I did not hear their prayers, for in stopping the ceremony, they succeeded in binding me to that very same altar they had encased in stone. It was the first and only time that man has succeeded in imprisoning one of their gods. I did not curse them for their actions, for they did act out of respect and fear of me and their gods, but all the while I knew that should I be free, I would also have to enact vengeance upon them for having so blindly enslaved me.
For centuries I lied in wait as their empire fell and watched as others rose and subsequently fall as well. I heard the diminishing voices of worship fade out to nothingness as men cast us aside and embraced the belief of one true deity. A deity that has no more power as a single unit then the multitude of my brothers and sisters did combined. Remember mortals, just because you no longer believe or worship me, does not mean I do not exist.
Then, when enough time had passed that even a goddess can despair, someone entered my forgotten prison. A woman, fairer of skin and bluer of eye then those that had worshipped me in centuries gone by, had the stone door of my crypt pried away and sun entered the tomb where my followers had left me imprisoned. Even before she lifted the stone lid of my plain and unadorned sarcophagus, I could hear the devotion of her soul to my own beloved Egypt. Only it was saddened. Saddened that you, the modern men and women of the world, no longer respected us as was our due, but considered us fodder for your tales of horror and awe. Centuries ago followers of mine that had also felt love this deeply for me and Egypt had sought to give me physical embodiment. Now, another had come to me, and this time, there were no Pharoah’s priests to stop her. She lifted the lid of my now dusty and decrepit altar and at that moment, I was released.
My will to be free far exceeded my concern for a mortal’s safety, and my spirit that had been called forth took over the first and closet physical form before it. I moved into this mortal woman’s body much the same way you take residence in your homes. I felt her consciousness scream and then wither away as my Godly will forced it deep into the recess of her mind. My mind, my will, now inhabited her body. It was the first time that I had felt the experience of being made flesh, although I had brethren that had done so before, their words of the pleasure of corporeal existence could not do the actual experience justice.
I set out to see what had become of my beautiful Egypt, only to be angered by what I found, or to be precise, what I learned from the mind of my new human host. The travesty that you have made of my Egypt, of my brethren gods and goddesses, and of each other sickened me to the point that the only clear path open to me was to purge you all from the planet. Only the voice of the young woman I had possessed was not as quiet as I had believed. Her spirit was strong, and she spoke to me from the recesses of the mind we now shared. Rebuild Egypt. Reclaim Earth. She promised that if I would but let her consciousness share in my deeds, she would show me a world that we together could make even greater than our beloved Egypt had been.
Thus I struck a bargain with this woman, this Rebecca MacKenzie. She then bade me to let her lead and we headed into the city of Cairo, where I first discovered all the pleasures of being corporeal had to offer. I experienced the feel of wind in my hair, sunlight on my face, the taste of food and drink, and the embraces of others. I indulged in the myriad of physical pleasures now available to me and learned I liked having physical form. What you humans can experience physically is a gift we gave to you, and yet even that you squander.
Months had passed as the human woman allowed me to do whatever I wished with her body, whenever I wanted and with whomever I chose. Finally, it was time to discover where my Egypt had gone, and she led me to the Cairo Museum. It was there, while studying the mummified remains of those who had previously worshipped me that it happened. I watched as a mummy opened its eyes and look up at me. None of the other humans there could see it, or if they did, they did not believe in it. I left the museum, the human girl’s fright taking hold so fiercely that I could not control our shared body, but I returned that night, to the courtyard outside. There, I called out with my mind, with my divine right and commanded my Pharoahs to come to me. The ground bubbled as if melting and the soil parted as they rose from the Earth.
I, Nebthet, Goddess of the Dead, who could control and command their spirits in the afterlife, could now control their corpses in the physical world. This then would be my army to restore what you have so callously ignored and destroyed. I set out to begin my conquest and Rebecca assured me that the place to start was the land now considered Earth’s greatest empire, America. As I command your dead, so too can I draw the very life from the living to sustain myself and my undead Pharoahs.
I have come to reclaim Earth and build a new Egypt. Already my powers grow the longer I remain in physical form. I have discovered that I can defy the pull of the Earth itself and can even restore life to the fallen by transferring life energy from one still alive. You ask, why should you worship me, and I ask of you, where do you want to spend your afterlife? Do you wish to spend it as one of my chosen warriors, or forever stuck in the abyss of nonexistence?
I have had many names throughout your history and cultures, but the one you shall know me by is the one that the glorious people of Egypt knew me by, Nebthet. You ask why I choose to use my Egyptian moniker and not one more familiar to you. The people of your ancient Egypt were the most beautiful and faithful of followers. Theirs was a time when men and women knew to properly respect their elders and their gods and goddesses. You, in what you view your current day; do not pay the respect that you should to me. I hear you asking yourself why you, the living, should pay respect to a Goddess of the Deceased. I ask you, why wouldn’t you? You must realize that life does not end when your mortal shell here dies. I am the one that will ensure that your afterlife is as pleasant as your mortal life. I am the one that will determine if your spirit will reside in bliss, or in torment.
Centuries ago several of my followers knew this fact and endeavored to bring me to them in physical form. They erected a secret shrine to me and in a late night clandestine ceremony, sought to bring me to them in a body they had selected to provide me with corporeal form. They had only made two mistakes. The first was the body they selected had been the young daughter of Pharoah who quickly used all the resources of Egypt to find her and them. Who the Pharoah was is not important as his reign was short lived and even your modern Egyptologists have forgotten his name. The second mistake was that to try to make incarnate any of the gods was deemed a sin amongst the Egyptians. They were quickly put to death, and my shrine was cleansed of all artifacts and the altar encased in stone and sealed off in a tomb to forever remain unmarked and shamed. The Pharoah and his priests prayed for days, offering sacrifice to beg forgiveness for those that had tried to bring me forward. Only I did not hear their prayers, for in stopping the ceremony, they succeeded in binding me to that very same altar they had encased in stone. It was the first and only time that man has succeeded in imprisoning one of their gods. I did not curse them for their actions, for they did act out of respect and fear of me and their gods, but all the while I knew that should I be free, I would also have to enact vengeance upon them for having so blindly enslaved me.
For centuries I lied in wait as their empire fell and watched as others rose and subsequently fall as well. I heard the diminishing voices of worship fade out to nothingness as men cast us aside and embraced the belief of one true deity. A deity that has no more power as a single unit then the multitude of my brothers and sisters did combined. Remember mortals, just because you no longer believe or worship me, does not mean I do not exist.
Then, when enough time had passed that even a goddess can despair, someone entered my forgotten prison. A woman, fairer of skin and bluer of eye then those that had worshipped me in centuries gone by, had the stone door of my crypt pried away and sun entered the tomb where my followers had left me imprisoned. Even before she lifted the stone lid of my plain and unadorned sarcophagus, I could hear the devotion of her soul to my own beloved Egypt. Only it was saddened. Saddened that you, the modern men and women of the world, no longer respected us as was our due, but considered us fodder for your tales of horror and awe. Centuries ago followers of mine that had also felt love this deeply for me and Egypt had sought to give me physical embodiment. Now, another had come to me, and this time, there were no Pharoah’s priests to stop her. She lifted the lid of my now dusty and decrepit altar and at that moment, I was released.
My will to be free far exceeded my concern for a mortal’s safety, and my spirit that had been called forth took over the first and closet physical form before it. I moved into this mortal woman’s body much the same way you take residence in your homes. I felt her consciousness scream and then wither away as my Godly will forced it deep into the recess of her mind. My mind, my will, now inhabited her body. It was the first time that I had felt the experience of being made flesh, although I had brethren that had done so before, their words of the pleasure of corporeal existence could not do the actual experience justice.
I set out to see what had become of my beautiful Egypt, only to be angered by what I found, or to be precise, what I learned from the mind of my new human host. The travesty that you have made of my Egypt, of my brethren gods and goddesses, and of each other sickened me to the point that the only clear path open to me was to purge you all from the planet. Only the voice of the young woman I had possessed was not as quiet as I had believed. Her spirit was strong, and she spoke to me from the recesses of the mind we now shared. Rebuild Egypt. Reclaim Earth. She promised that if I would but let her consciousness share in my deeds, she would show me a world that we together could make even greater than our beloved Egypt had been.
Thus I struck a bargain with this woman, this Rebecca MacKenzie. She then bade me to let her lead and we headed into the city of Cairo, where I first discovered all the pleasures of being corporeal had to offer. I experienced the feel of wind in my hair, sunlight on my face, the taste of food and drink, and the embraces of others. I indulged in the myriad of physical pleasures now available to me and learned I liked having physical form. What you humans can experience physically is a gift we gave to you, and yet even that you squander.
Months had passed as the human woman allowed me to do whatever I wished with her body, whenever I wanted and with whomever I chose. Finally, it was time to discover where my Egypt had gone, and she led me to the Cairo Museum. It was there, while studying the mummified remains of those who had previously worshipped me that it happened. I watched as a mummy opened its eyes and look up at me. None of the other humans there could see it, or if they did, they did not believe in it. I left the museum, the human girl’s fright taking hold so fiercely that I could not control our shared body, but I returned that night, to the courtyard outside. There, I called out with my mind, with my divine right and commanded my Pharoahs to come to me. The ground bubbled as if melting and the soil parted as they rose from the Earth.
I, Nebthet, Goddess of the Dead, who could control and command their spirits in the afterlife, could now control their corpses in the physical world. This then would be my army to restore what you have so callously ignored and destroyed. I set out to begin my conquest and Rebecca assured me that the place to start was the land now considered Earth’s greatest empire, America. As I command your dead, so too can I draw the very life from the living to sustain myself and my undead Pharoahs.
I have come to reclaim Earth and build a new Egypt. Already my powers grow the longer I remain in physical form. I have discovered that I can defy the pull of the Earth itself and can even restore life to the fallen by transferring life energy from one still alive. You ask, why should you worship me, and I ask of you, where do you want to spend your afterlife? Do you wish to spend it as one of my chosen warriors, or forever stuck in the abyss of nonexistence?