Why do you Fight?

A snake. With fangs and venom so that everyone and everything thinks twice before crossing you. So that you have what you need to strike at those who seek to strike on the defenceless.

A raven. With feathers as black as the night sky and a cry as rough and wild as the dry desert. A piece of the wild lands that can flourish in the city, as a reminder to everyone that nature exists. That nature can be alive.

A giant tortoise. You will carry decades of truth and history and memory upon the heavy weight you carry all around. You will see all. And you will serve as a reminder to the world. A reminder that time can never be erased.

A dove. Carrying the signs of hope and peace and new life with you in your beak. Wherever you fly, you will be a symbol to the people. A symbol of all they long for and all they dream about, made flesh and feather and bone.

The spirit of inequality. The spirit that keeps the comfortable up on their great towers and keeps the masses clawing and writhing against the stones below. The spirit that keeps those at the top from realization and those at the bottom from voice.

The spirit of inertia. The spirit that keeps everything going as it is, everything going as it is, everything going as it has been going, everything going wrong. The spirit that stops your people from being able to change the trajectory of the world.

The spirit of cruelty. The spirit that hurts the young ones, that hurts the ones at the end of their lives, that hurts all the ones in between. The spirit that takes the rights of the people and strips them away. The spirit that does not care.

The spirit of ignorance. The spirit that hides the truth from the minds and the hearts of the people. That teaches them lies and falsehoods that they then mire themselves with, that they mire the power structures with.

Hopeful, even though you lost. Because despite your loss, you still gave it your all. You still sacrificed your blood and your bone and your heart. And that has to mean something. It will eventually mean something.

Sad. Extremely sad. Because now the world will be just as it was before, and now all the horrors that the people are having to face, they will still have to face throughout time uncountable. You tried. You failed.

Searching. There had to have been a reason why you failed. Something happened that made you lose. And something can happen that will make you win. You just have to find out what it is. And you know you can. And you know you will.

Angry. Beyond angry. So angry that you could set the whole wide world on fire, and then maybe some more. They always win. They always win. Why do they always win? What you need now is more power. To make them fall.

Because it will grow up tall and maybe create a forest around it. And nature is sacred. We all need nature around us, to teach us and guide us and help us transform ourselves as we transform the world around us.

Because trees give us air. And the people need air. They need it to live, they need it to love, they need it to build the revolution in ways both big and small. And you must give the people what they need. Even if it’s in a small way.

Because trees carry spirits unknown, all flowing through them. They connect people to the world that exists beyond the world that we are in now. They connect people to all life forms and the souls running through them.

Because trees make oxygen and oxygen is free. It’s free for now. And it can help the people who have nothing to pay with. It can help the people who have nothing at all. You need to help those people, however you can.

A desert. Hot and dry and blindingly bright. Stretching as far as the heart can feel in all four sacred directions. Full of life, but only the life that can grow and breathe and thrive in the harshness all around.

A prairie made up of many grasses and herbs and shrubs, scattered amongst the arid lands. Bright and growing and sparking with life under a blue sky that offers protection and promise to all the many creatures that call you home.

The open ocean. Extending miles and miles deep, miles and miles wide. Providing a home to all kinds of creatures from the smallest bacteria to the largest whales. Harbouring things unknown, things unseen, things living and growing in mystery.

An old growth forest full of trees that are so ancient that they existed before empires rose in the land. A forest filled with fresh air that holds more than air within it. A place where people can lose their selfhood and become one with all life.

You think of what this omen could mean. You think of all the truths that the universe wants to show you by giving you this experience. And you do not know and you do know both at the same time. And you remember.

You think of the warriors of old times now long forgotten by everyone. Warriors who went into battle with feathers braided into their hair to give them strength. You hope that you can live up to their legacy.

You think of how this means that birds are still in the sky. The sky is still up there, still free and untameable. And if the birds are still alive, that means that there is still hope. That means that there still has got to be hope.

You think of the many, many people across many many generations who have shared this one tiny, simple moment with you. You think of how for time immemorial people have been finding feathers on the ground. And no matter how much they were hurting, they were still, for the briefest moment, amazed.

The young girl god of healing and rebirth. The god that soothes the disturbed and bandages the bleeding. The god who makes green things grow and fruit ripen on trees. Who gives hope to those who have none.

The woman god who sees all. Who sees the rage and the apathy and the ego and the avarice of the comfortable and keeps a careful record of it. The god who knows all the twisting, howling, raging emotions within the people, who sees their hopelessness and their sorrow, and bears witness to it.

The woman god who rises up from death and destruction each and every time. The god who suffers all the injustice and the anguish caused by the comfortable and does not die. But rather she stands in front of them each time whole and unbowed.

The teenaged girl god who gives her life in order to find the truth. The god who dies painfully in order to chase what is true and what is good and what is right in the world, for all of the people both living and dead and not yet born.

The boy god who defeated the evil king who held his people under oppression. The god who survived many attempts on his life in order to rise from the ashes of despair to bring hope to the people.

The teenaged boy god who howls and screams in agony at all the pain that is inflicted upon him. The god who will become more powerful than any weapon and will bring bloody vengeance upon all who have wronged him and his people.

The man god who seeks to know all that there is to know about the universe, about why it was made, about what forces mold and shape it into what it is, and most importantly, who seeks to know what it will become. And what forces will mold it into what it becomes.

The young boy god who got taken from his family. But he remembers his parents in everything that he does and everything that he is, and when he is finally freed he fights in their name and he fights for the freedom of all.

The genderfluid god who brings chaos and destruction in their wake, who will lead the armies that will fight those in power and fight the forces of the old world. The god who will burn it all to the ground so that a new world can emerge.

The nonbinary god who is the resilience and the rage and the endurance and the strength of all the people, whose power gets stronger and stronger as new generations are born and live and die, as new generations add their own power to the power of the god.

The God that is everyone, and all of nature, and all the other gods brought into one being. The all-gendered parent of all of nature and divinity. And nature is divinity. And we are a part of nature and of the great God as well.

The bigendered god who brings life to all creatures and gives us the magical, intangible essences that make us who we are. The god who brings balance to the cycles of night and day that pattern our lives.