روايات وقصص ضمن Mother Is The Name For God On The Lips

I wasn’t so sure why I slipped In the Bible at the end but maybe it could touch the heart of whoever was listening. I scoffed, this was stupidity at this peak. Who the hell was I even talking to? Could that person hear me? “She hears” his voice cut into my thoughts and I turned my head to him, he was looking at me. “She knows you, you know her” “Your god is she?” “They prefer to call her the moon goddess but I don’t call her that” “The moon goddess?” The name rolled off my lips, “that sounds…intense?” “She was the woman in your dreams” he said, “the one you drew and the one who has been parading herself as my mother”

"Every royal must go before Danu to be blessed." "What?" Bailey stared at Beckett, her eyes widening. "Your Goddess is a living being?!" Her voice raised in pitch, and her face became a mask of incredulousness. "Of course she exists." Beckett laughed. "She wouldn't be a very good deity if she maintained her distance, would she? She is the Mother of All, and like any good mother, she meddles in the affairs of her children. That includes you, little Halfling." "I do have a name." Bailey growled, "All of you seem to delight in calling me by what I am, not who."

This was incredible. “Wow this is amazing I had no idea this is how our ancestors begun”. Father was in awe with all the information I had giving him. “So, our kind had a God that is called Mother Luna. She said the reincarnated were becoming too powerful, so she changed how things worked. So, the original ones who were reincarnated over and over do they still get reborn now”? He asked me so I could find out.

For a moment there, it was Mother in place of Nyx. I looked at her from almost closed eyelids. Her black hair so dark it was almost blue. Her eyes were molten gold but still different from mine. Mine burned like the sun. Hers was calmer and serene, like herself. Her lips curled up as she stroked my cheek softly. Her lips moved but I didn't understand the words that came out. As my eyelids closed, I whispered, Mamma. The last thing my brain registered was her smiling down at me affectionately.

"Oh… Are you one of the Goddesses of the Underworld?" "No. I am the Goddess of the Moon." My mouth dropped open as I openly stared at her. That was why her name sounded familiar. My mother used to talk about her. She was the Goddess of love and the moon. She was the one that mated my mother with my stepfather. "My mother and father, are their souls with you…" My body shook for a while before I wiped the tears from my eyes to keep them from trickling down my cheeks. "I tried to find their souls here… I couldn’t find them. I miss them."

God mom is an unusual woman I came to realise. I realised that here is my beloved mother who is incarnation of Rati(Wife of Kamdeo, God of love and passion in Hindu Theology) herself . Her body was everything man ever dreamt of. Soft flowing curves, tall stout legs, shapely breasts and wide pitcher like arse, well what more a man can ask for, best was her prominent mound, which I hadn't seen even in those p**n sites. Her midriff was fleshy, bulging and drooping a little but not ungainly so, it rather gave her form a matronly appeal.

she pleaded. We had this conversation before. It always ends the same. I heaved a sigh, “You know I don’t believe in all these packs, the chosen Alpha, and all, Mom.” “You are disrespecting the Goddess,” she corrected me sternly, “Be careful of your words, Aaron, don’t let the bad omen of disrespecting the Goddess get to you,” she said like she always says.

Through me, he discovered that even in his torment, there was still something worth fighting for. My mother on the other hand, the angel Alexandria—goddess of truth and the fire of light. She was a vision of divine purpose, standing tall beside her father on Judgment Day, guiding his creation toward the salvation of special grace. To her, the order was absolute, unquestionable. She embodied loyalty, purity, and unwavering belief.

But so am I, more so in fact. We walk through the portal. Standing back in Dark Moon feels strange. We walk up to the doors of the packhouse and my heart pounds against my ribcage as the door opens and there stands the woman I called mommy, Gaia, the wolf Goddess of Hell.

And Zeus took Hera’s side every time, scolding my mother for being small-minded. “Semele, can you not be a little more gracious? Hera is the Queen of Heaven. Whatever she says or does, she does for the good of the gods.” That was his favorite line. But watching my mother now, so calm, so far away, I understood. She would never let him wound her again. Her eyes were a pool of dead water that no wind could stir.