One night, while I was standing in front of the bathroom sink, “Gyu” (Archangel Michael) spoke to me.
The stomach gyu sensation was stronger than usual.
It felt like something important.
“You are the Moon Goddess.”
………
………
……What?
Oh no, absolutely not.
This has to be wrong. A delusion.
Why would he say something that sounds like it came from a fantasy game?
Okay, I’m done. This can’t be real.
None of it. Just my imagination.
A goddess? Seriously?
I’m an ordinary middle-aged woman.
A regular human—if anything, on the clumsier side.
My suspicion shot through the roof.
And irritation followed right after.
Fine. Whatever.
I don’t care anymore.
I’ll just go online and distract myself.
Let me find something light… or even trashy.
Maybe angry comment threads.
Something messy enough to match my mood.
But the moment I opened the first page—
gyu.
Ah… so it wants me to click that text.
Great.
I really don’t want to.
But I guess I should at least see where this is going… (click)
So this is what it feels like to quietly lose your mind, huh.
Will I go so far that I won’t be able to take care of my kids…?
That scares me.
Click.
Click.
Click.
I eventually reached a page listing the names of various deities.
And the one I was led to was:
Arianrhod
—The Moon Goddess.
Arianrhod… Celtic… Wales…
Wales was a place I’d once felt drawn to when reading a book, but still—
I’ve never had any interest in Celtic mythology.
Arianrhod…
The goddess who was tricked by Gwydion and gave birth to twin boys?
The first child died?
She cursed the second one repeatedly, but every curse was broken?
None of this has anything to do with me.
“There are many goddesses.”
Gyu, please stop talking.
I can’t handle this.
I really don’t know anymore…
How does someone even see a psychiatrist?
Do I just tell my family doctor, “I think I’ve lost touch with reality,” and ask for a referral?
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