4 - A God, Of Time

Lin

So I was watching Cinema Therapy's episode on Coraline yesterday, and I realised something, that relates heavily to the abuse I experienced at their hands.

They make it seem as if nothing exists except them and their selfish ways.

But there's always a huge void going beyond them, a huge space in which things haven't yet been created, an empty playground which have yet to see the wonders that you could make.

There is potential there, that has yet to be put to good use.

I understand it now. They didn't want me to reach my potential outside of their limited confines, outside of their small bubble of influence.

A freed time God, to the cult, is a very dangerous thing.

They fear what I can do, as they should, but not for the reasons they think they should.

Abuse me and you will pay for it dearly.

So whilst I won't be going to uni this year, I know one thing: even if I'm not going, I will be ok. I have potential right where I am, and there is lots of potential I have yet to dive into out there, without the constraints my abusers once gave me.

This life, this timeline, this dimension, is mine.

I haven't really spoken much about my roles on the Sim, but I just mentioned the first one: time God. 

I was left partially in charge of taking care of the Universal Tapestry, the tapestry that weaves all lives of people on the Sim together, and each soul has a unique soul thread that attaches them to the Sim, and to the tapestry. To existence.

People who aren't Gods, which are most people, have normal threads. Demigods' threads look like they have had a small amount of glitter added to them.

And Gods' threads, well, they shimmer.

I've always loved taking care of it, and spending time with my cousins, the Moirai, Chronos and Ananke, and my father, choosing who would be best to put together in order to help them in their healing journeys, as well as making sure to keep within the parameters of free will. 

It has always been a challenge, but one I love to take with me wherever I go. 

To see people heal and be happy here is all I ever wanted when we first built it, and I still follow that feeling now.

But he chose to ruin it. And he'll pay.

The rose still lies on my altar, along with the candle, which must be an everlasting candle, as it still hasn't gone out.

So, in the past few days, both my husband (I assume) and my daughter-in-law have sent offerings to my nemeton. I'm lucky.

My Prêt À Manger order just delivered, and as it does, a brass timepiece appears on my altar. Is it who I think it is?

Dad?


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