Omniscient
- Consciousness returns to me very, very slowly and leisurely, like rarely happened before.
Then again, before, even when I was a little child, there were things to get to. Lessons and practises to attend during childhood slowly morphed into duties, quests and projects as I grew. But now, in death, what am I going to do other than contemplating the past and floating about this strange but cosy place with my unnamed, unknown roommate?
And, just as my thoughts stray idly towards it, the said roommate bumps gently, playfully against me, as if welcoming me into the new day with a warm greeting. Quite unexpected… and uncanny.
If I could frown, I would, especially now that I am somehow less drowsy than before.
Why is it so friendly towards me, when neither of us can gain anything but a lot of awkwardness and a smidge of pleasantness by being so? We are strangers to each other, after all; there is no reason to be this nice to each other.
I cannot deny that the attention is rather flattering and heart-warming, however. To find companionship in this strange place….
Well, I bump back against it. It is just the polite thing to do, after all.
It exudes a fuzzy, rather unfocused sort of warm regard, in response.
Oh, damn. What should I do, now? I certainly do not have any warm regard to generate right now, let alone to spare to just respond to it!
Why am I panicking for such a paltry matter, anyway? And now a very, very, very vast presence is bearing down on us; most likely attracted by my stupid, useless fretting….
I find myself cowering at the bottom of the room, trying to hide from the new presence, before I realise that I have moved.
But… the presence… it is not actually, exactly new, is it not? The tensile, almost seamless, almost perfect sphere that surrounds us, it bears a passive ambience of this presence.
It bore a passive ambience, at any rate, before I foolishly attracted its attention.
And now it is specifically bearing down on me.
Lacking anywhere else to flee to, I brace myself.
And flounder, all the same, as warmth and concern suffuse my entire being, flowing fussily all round and in me. Like and yet unlike Mother – no, Frigga – no, Mother – when I was visibly and greatly hurt after one of the escapades Thor led.
Unlike, because Mother did not usually fuss over my smallest hurts, even when I was a little child. And this foolish panic is a small, quite transient thing indeed, even when not compared to other upsets in my life, which would make it seem the most minuscule of all.
Still, if this great power that suffuses this place – which feels clean, unlike Thanos – wishes to coddle me instead of crushing me into nonexistence….
I reach back, just as my roommate does.
And the power cuddles us, exuding delight and curiosity and… just… wonder, before it floods us with an outpouring of something fierce and gentle and devotive and possessive and strong and open!
For an omniscient-seeming, all-powerful-seeming presence, it feels so… vulnerable.
The concept is simply unbelievable. But it happens, nonetheless. It is happening.
Is it one of the Norns? Or all three of them combined into one? But I have never heard nor read anything about them that would even hint at this act of… this act of… well, this act!
If this is none of them and instead a new higher being….
Well, it has me as the first devotee.