Lament of the Ultimate Receptive; or A Mother’s Grief as She Watches Her Children Choose Lies Over Life

When the Soulless come,
All smarmy words, all used car salesman charm
Impatient that my life here is not fast enough cut off,

I laugh.

I laugh in their faces.

But why, you ask? Aren’t these beings Gods? Are they not Angels? Or at least Much Smarter & More Powerful than me?

Oh Little Ones,
There are a multitude of beings in the storied multiverse.
Most of them don’t want anything to do with you;

Humans are the epitome of unimportant,
To those who see themselves as Sentient.

This world is little more than a warning;
 
~If a species is preying on the Humans,
then they’re the galactic equivalent of serial killers
who simply haven’t graduated to destroying sentient species yet.~

(Sort of like how you feel when you realize that, as a child,
Cousin Edgar Matthew Coleridge-Jones

-this is not a real person-

tortured kittens and you, well,
you only realize what that MEANS when you suddenly are confronted
with his mugshot along with the headline
that he’d just been arrested for kililng 23 schoolgirls on the evening news.)

Every religion in the world tells you all the warning signs
of those who work toward evil ends;

imbalance, disharmony, entropy, death of any sort;
a lack of reason, but not of sanity …

But do you children pay attention?  No.

And I laugh a bitter tasting gem

because I taught you,

Athena taught you,

Nut and Freya

Odin, Loki, Dionysius,

The Spirit Mother of the West PRACTICALLY SCREAMED IT
and in every Spirit Parent’s rage at your danger,

Durga, Kali, Sekhmet and

every Clan Mother of the Fox Peoples across Asia and North America
stand up and with their wolf siblings,
howl,

enraged at your refusal to learn.
to accept what is and work with it

(it’s not pretty.  It’s not comfortable.  I don’t want to, the humans say)

and because of this, your world dies
watching  you all go down with it is not on my bucket list, people.
But, being here, right here, right now

I supposed I chose this road.

It’s not pretty. 
It’s not comfortable. 
I don’t want to.

But I know my work.  And I will save as many as I can,
before the ship sinks forever.

Like I do.