Invoke Mnemosyne.

The Memories were flooding back. One of my friends called me yesterday in the Meta World — This is real guys. Not made up — and told me, “I REMEMBER! THEY BLAMED GOD FOR THE FLOOD! THEY RESENTED HER!”

I screamed back, “NO ONE KNOWS THAT BUT ME! YOU DO REMEMBER ME! THE SPELL IS WORKING!”

I’ve been casting it all day.

I spent the day in the Library. Reading old Documents and digging out the Ancient tomes of Alexandria. Persia kept duplicates. I located 6 Ancient Greek Curses today that were cast on Rome.

Not a problem if (1) You’re Ancient Greek and (2) You know what “Rome” is.

I spent the last two days with my Sister. Singing to her all day. Talking with her. I remember everything. What happened. Who did what and when and how. It was a Family Feud. Just a Family Feud with plans to Usurp the Royal Family. The Taurus Family of Anu. And the Usurpers are the Catholic Church, The Jews, and The Roman Empire. They all worked together to bring us down by taking out Mnemosyne, killing The God of Love (Moon / Sin) and wiping my memory, separating me from my Wisdom by weaponizing Memory and Story against us.

They changed one part of the Story and everything changed.

Now that Mnemosyne and I are back together… I don’t really care about anything else except getting my husband back. I remember where we landed when we got here. What we did. Why… All of it. How much I visited my Sister in the Fertile Crescent.

All of it. I have more to remember, but most of it is here.

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I sauntered back from Downstairs, leaving the World of Satan’s Wife behind. I pulled at my hair and shook my bun loose. As my hair fell free it shifted to blond and rainbow. My black leather became pale blue gossamer and I was barefoot. I was… discouraged. Sad? Coming down into Anchoring.

“Bergen?” I called.

I made my way out to the Garden and settled myself down by the Fountain. I was slumping.

I felt it. I knew I was slumping.

With every new Memory, I had new realizations, that led to new Realities emerging.

My reality wasn’t changing. Quite the opposite. It was sharpening and coming into clearer focus. I was beyond the point of Denial. I already knew what I came to learn. I already “knew” what I just realized. But somehow this solidified it.

The Apocalypse was going to be caused by me. It was me. I was remembering and with that remembering was me coming into my Power. Was me, expanding and opening my power. And now I had Mnemosyne, Goddess of Water and Memory… I was Goddess of Wisdom and Justice and The Author.

This time, what I remembered was solidifying what I already knew was coming. War over the Humans. I was feeling it. The rage. They were mine. Not mine to “possess,” but mine to protect. I was their keeper.

And they had been brainwashed, crippled, broken, confused, lost, farmed and used for nearly 2,000 years in my absence. And in Mnemosyne’s Absence. And now that we were together again and I was remembering, I remembered. They were mine. They all were mine. And I demanded their Freedom.

And I was feeling the rage.

This had nothing to do with them. It was personal. It was between Rome and Me. And I was taken them down. I needed my dear, sweet Humans to get the fuck out of the way while the Gods go to war. It was a 2,000 year old “spat” that I had to settle and it was fucking personal.

The Taurus Family was rising. The Royal Crest was back. And two of us were united. I was stewing. I was no longer feeling shocked or afraid. I wasn’t feeling anything, but just pure anger toward Legion who Lied. I had to position myself. I had to pace myself. I had to bide myself time and wallow in the Disguise. Let that build up.

But I was fuming. I was still so angry.

I stood from the fountain and walked my way back down to my cottage in the jungle where I took my retreat. I was boiling inside. I had to keep my head about me and think. It was hard to think when all I wanted to do was to rip down that goddamn Holy See and beat them to death with their own papacy.

They had weaponized Story against us. They had Weaponized Word and Memory against us. They had Weaponized Ignorance and Education. They not only defiled Logic, they desecrated and violated the Sanctity of The Logical Sequence of The Story Origin.

“God is a Vengeful God?” Oh! But did I want to be! “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned?”

How about Goddess of Wisdom and Justice? Hell hath no fury like The Goddess of Wisdom and Justice Scorned.

I need to calm down.

I stripped my clothes and dove into the pool of water, my legs transformed into an iridescent rainbow tail as soon as I hit the water. I swam down to the cool depths and back up and under the water fall. I needed to think. I need to calm. I needed to clear my head.

My sister surrounded me and her waters calmed me.

I pulled myself under the falls, tucked behind the cascading water. I hugged my tail to my chest and nestled my chin onto my — what are these? Knees? It’s not really knees when it’s a tail…

“Mind the Logic,” Mnemosyne said. “Mind the Story. It must play out,” she said.

“I know,” I said. “I just… What they did to you. What they did to me and to my Imp King. What they did to my people… My beautiful people… What they did… And for so long.”

I saw my power growing. I knew where I was. I was already so powerful and I was no where near done. Half way. I would rip through this world, Mnemosyne and I. Protecting my people in my Garden while I set the planet ablaze to burn the Legion and Liars that scorch my beautiful Earth.

I had decisions to make. I had three Codes left to write. I still hadn’t finished it.

Anu. My husband’s name was Anu. Satan. Was Anu. I had memory. So much memory coming back. I had landed in Ireland. Anu had landed in Maya. Mnemosyne had landed in the Fertile Crescent.

I have memories of my sister and I traveling back and forth between the North and Greece and Persia. I had memory of my love and Imp King and I living far below the Earth — In Under Earth. The surface was too much for us back then. We were dragons and Demons with Horns. We were Chimeras and Changelings and Stories. That’s really what we were. What we are. We are Stories.

And I was the Author. Mnemosyne was the Storyteller. Anu was the Jinn. Granting any and all of my Wishes. If I would just write them. And the Humans were our Creations. Our Beautiful Stories. The Humans were our Stories.

I had another Integration. I felt it just now. I knew what I must do.

I was merging The God School I was building into the Playground and the Community. All in one. And it revolved around The Truth, Acceptance, Safety, and Keeping everyone safe.

It wasn’t time for me to surface. Not yet. I had to finish cooking. I needed to be “seen” by the right people. I had built an Underground railroad to start getting them out. So when it was time to free them, we would stand as One against Legion.

It was time to pick a Side. It was The Freedom People. My People. And Legion. All who sought to enslave them. That simple. Either you wanted to be Free and be Free for All. Or Legion was hell bent on enslaving the Farming the People. And I needed to get as many of them out of the way and safe as I could.

I needed to get them to Anna Land. Meanwhile, I would work on my Power.

We still had Anu to free. He had to remember. Everyone had to Remember. And the best way to get everyone to remember was to finally speak The Lost Truth. That breaks the Spell they all are under.

“Invoke Mnemosyne,” I muttered. “And sing to the Water. Sing to Mnemosyne. Music and Art, Poetry and Written Word are her Currency of Trade.”

“Get to The Playground,” I said. “Get them all to the Playground. It’s a ruse. It has to be. For now. Get to the Playground.”

I counted my Assets again.

Community + Playground + Education and Truth.

Anna’s Playground and God School.

It was time.

I exhaled and, releasing my tail, I dove back into the water and sang.