Of course this made me laugh, the smart professional who was too good to talk to me a month ago now sobbing her heart out to me in my hallway. I was nearly cruel, but stopped myself, after all she might be useful. How intriguing though, that she was having visions too, but why?
So I told her a story, and I told her that half of it was true and half of it was a lie, and which part is true and which part is a lie is very much dependent on the time and place you happen to be in.
Once there was an egg that hatched into a God who sat in the moon and looked down on to the earth. He didn’t do a lot to be honest.
One day he had a particularly large meal of, say, space dust, his belly rumbled and gurgled and then split open. From it there came 14 other gods and goddesses. They moved with great elegance and in their hands they each carried a bowl of water.
These goddesses and gods travelled gracefully down to earth. When they got there they held their bowls of water high above their heads and slowly, ever so slowly, tipped it all over themselves. They giggled and danced in the water which soaked them and flowed down into the earth and there it became the oceans and seas and rivers and ponds. And in this water the first creatures began to grow, tiny at first but gradually developing into huge beasts. Then some of them took to the land. Seeds grew into bushes grew into trees, and the trees reared other creatures beneath their dense foliage. The cycles of life played out their dark rituals and the goddesses and gods were excited by this. So fond were they of what had been created that they too decided to join in, for in a way they already had. They danced and danced and danced about the earth until they dissolved into the seas, the trees, the creatures, and there they continued to live within their creation, as they still do today.
Now the human was part of all this but came along a bit late, got a bit cocky. Proclaimed he was separate from the rest of it, better somehow. Consequently he lost touch with the old gods and made himself new creations to worship. He got a knife and cut the tubes that connected him to the rest and with that the part of the human brain that could experience the gods wilted and frizzled up.
Every now and then though, due to some error, some old connection being kicked into action, some spark egniting the old bit of the brain, a human will experience the gods and goddesses in all their might and fall to the ground. And sometimes a tablet or potion or other will give hints of them lurking on the edges of our new found controllable world, and such hints are mighty addictive.