goddesses

A man is the creator _ he creates everything _ all these deities. Nobody wants to keep a man like man. They will always try to drag down human being from his higher place and so they created different gods and goddesses. Seeing all these anomalies it seems that all these people have tried to displace man from his higher place to downwards.

Gods are cold. War, killing, and stabbing each other in the back is really what we do best.

Listen,_ whispers Dario. __ow still it is._ They stand under a darkened archway, the only sound a whispered squeak where docked gondolas rub against each other. Negative ions from the lapping water release serotonin, and the brains of these two flood with the nourishment of each other__ breath, each other__ chi.

After several stages of individualistic austerity the foundation is made for universalism. So this individualistic austerity should not be considered as illusion. From this Causal body so many forms of gods and goddesses like Shiva, Krishna, Kali can be seen. This has two aspects. One, by self-exertion and another is spontaneous.

Aretmis gripped her bow. __et us pray I am wrong.__an goddesses pray?

Tis the unexpected that makes life interesting.

When Morrigan and Brighid created Aerric, he had no need for emotions, he only needed to be a great warrior, and for thousands of years he was just that_ the perfect killing machine.

The scent of the leather and the feel of the cold steel transported her back in time. __ut Daddy, why can__ I have a sword and a scabbard? Dillon and Tynan have one and look, I can lift it above my head, too._ Kylah chuckled because she hadn__ lifted it above her head; she__ barely lifted the broadsword off the floor. But Cearnach was always supportive. He__ told her, __omeday, little one_ someday you will be a great warrior just like your brothers.

I never seem to have any level of restraint with you, woman.

Aerric took another sip of his whiskey as his manservant left the room. His thoughts had distracted him from the truth of the moment_. His mate, his love, and how she had betrayed him. He wasn__ sure if he could find his way back, no matter how much he loved her. Aerric waved his hand and the fire in the hearth died out. He sat in his pitch-black office, hoping the memories of her and their love would become like the room_ perfect darkness.

Her __eath_ was the only way for her to live.

He brightened. "Are you Irish then?" "My last name is McNally. I'm as Irish as Paddy's pig.

In art and mythology, the Goddess appears in three forms. White represents the virgin, red the mother, and black, the crone, or the death-goddess.

How foolish of me to have disregarded you, dear goddess. I won__ make that mistake again.

Kids these days," Dragos said quietly. "They grow up so fast." "Supersonic fast," Pia said just as quietly.

If your life is a blank page, that only means you have room to write your story. You have the power to tell that story the way you want to.