Which Mamonian Goddess are You? The quiz does not include every Mamonian goddess as an result, there are way too many to choose from, but it does include my favourite four. This quiz is made by a real Mamonian. SparksInTheNight published 18 days ago0 responses 0 « Previous Next » Questions in vertical order 1/16 Choose a time of year. When the winter’s snow is first beginning to melt. Everything is crisp and sharp and flowing with life. The energy of spring is waiting to flow. In the middle of the winter, when everything is covered with a blanket of snow, and it feels so right, it feels so peaceful. You feel so alive. The beginning of autumn when all the trees are burning warm with colours and the last of the summer’s heat still coats the winds as they blow. The height of summer when the sun is blazing down on you with scorching rays that seem to melt your insides and burn your skin. 2/16 Choose a time of day. The end of twilight, when the sky is almost dark, but not quite. When all the clouds are a deep, electric blue and the people are winding down for the day, coming together after all the harsh work of the day. There are stories in the blue of this sky. Stories that are about to be told. The time right before the sun starts to rise, when the world feels liminal, when everything feels as if it’s awaiting the new day and all of the new experiences it will bring. When the silence carries promise in it. And there is a sense of defiant, terrifying freedom in the air. The darkness of the night just before people are about to go to sleep. Everyone is together, everyone is at rest, mothers hold their children and siblings whisper softly to each other. The night shields everyone from the harshness of the day with the softness of its dark. The morning, right after the sun is finished rising, where everything is sharp and crisp and full of new life and new energy. It’s bright, and you can see everything. But there is still a softness to the brightness. A softness that takes off the hardest edges of the world. 3/16 Choose a type of weather. The first snow of winter. Snowflakes coming down to turn the world white. The cold that is warm in its own strange way. The world becomes so soft. So bright. So calm. So beautiful. The dark, cloudy windstorm that sweeps through your hair and almost takes you off of your feet. The rage and the power held inside the rolling sky. The strength held in the wind. The rainstorm, when all the world is in a strange, liminal time. The energy and the healing in the cascading torrent of droplets. How it washes everything clean and brings life to the earth. A bright, sunny day. So bright and so sunny that the world seems to be glowing. The light seems to almost be burning. But somehow, it isn’t hot. The sun’s rays penetrate through the darkest of cities. 4/16 Choose a promise. I promise I will always put your needs ahead of my own, and I will do whatever is necessary for me to do in order to make you rise. I will give you all I can. I promise that you will find a place where you can be free, where you can be at peace, where you can be held and regarded as the person you are. I will love you forever and ever, no matter how far we are parted or how much we are put through. I will always try my best to bring you whatever peace and joy I can. I will always remember you, and I will always long for you, no matter how far we are parted or how long we are parted for. I will do my best to return to you. 5/16 Why are you crying? Because it hurts. The way they are treating you hurts so much. All they have taken from you hurt so much. They have taken a piece of your soul. And they expect you now to live without it. Because it’s not fair. Everything that they are telling you to do, to accept, to be, it’s all not fair. The world burns and you conscience burns along with it. Burns you down to ashes. Because it’s never enough. Everything that you do for everyone who comes to you for love, for help, for support, it’s all not ever enough. You are swamped with sorrow and anger. Because there are so many people who are depending on you and you don’t know if you’ll ever be enough for them, you don’t know if you’re strong enough to be what they need you to be. 6/16 Why are you fighting? For revenge against all the times they have hurt anyone that you loved. Revenge for all the times they made it so you couldn’t help them. Revenge for all the pain you’ve had to see people endure. Revenge for all the heartbreak they have put you through. All the grief and the loss. And for hope. Hope for a better world. Because there are so, so many people throughout your life who wanted you to be free. Who wanted you to be free but couldn’t set you free. And now that you are free, you have to honour them, and you have to honour all the ways that they helped you, by fighting for the freedom of all the people who are in chains. You fight because you have seen all the loss that this world has caused you and your people to go through. You fight because to stand and fight, that is a way to reclaim your power. It is a way for all of your people to reclaim their power. And it is a way to bring about a better world for all the generations who will live after you. You fight because of all the injustice and the inequality that festers through everything. You fight to bring justice, to uplift all the people who are held down by the world’s cruel boot. You fight because you are indebted to the people forever, and you owe them your strength and your rage and your hate. You owe them your courage. 7/16 Why are you laughing? Because your friends told you a resentful, defiant, snark-fuelled joke about the people you have been told by society to hold up as an authority. You laugh because your people are all gathered together. They are all gathered together and they are finding strength in themselves and each other. You laugh because you can see how hard they are trying. How hard they are trying to make you feel better. And for the moment, you feel a bit seen. You laugh because your people are all around you. They are all together. That means that they can begin to undo a bit of the damage to their hearts. 8/16 Why are you dreaming? It’s my duty. My people need me to. My people want me to. The evil forces want me to stop. 9/16 What do you doubt yourself for? Your power seems so limited right now. You cannot stop the destruction the damage and the hurt that rips through all of the people. You cannot stop the sources that wound all of their souls. You can only offer your compassion. And it’s something invaluable. But it’s not enough. You have so, so much to do for all the people. You have so many obligations. And your heart yearns to fulfill them all but you don’t know if you can. You don’t know if you’re enough. You don’t know if the strength within you is enough to take on all the harshness of this world. It’s so much easier to not care. It’s so much easier to put your own needs first. It’s so much easier to not fight, to not hurt, to not sacrifice. But you have to fight, to hurt, to sacrifice. You wonder if you’ll take the easy way out. You wonder if you’ll run when faced with blood. The people who hurt you make you believe that you’re nothing. They make you believe that you are less. That you deserve less. That you’re not a person. It’s so very hard to fight against all their cruelty and their messages. You internalize it. And it haunts each step you take. 10/16 What’s building up inside you? Defiance. Strength. Rage. Hope. 11/16 Pick a plant. A willow tree that shades and shields all that come into the protection of its branches. A rowdy weed that grows where it’s not supposed to, grows strong and vibrant. A flower that grows after the rainstorm hits the ashes in the forest, heralding new life. A palm tree that blows this way and that in the wind but always keeps standing no matter what. 12/16 Pick a way to die. On the battlefield protecting what you love. And the future. For the sake of the people who are hurting. To help them. Avenging every wrongdoing done against your people. In the arms of those who love you and long for you. 13/16 Whose arms would you run into? Your parents you’ve missed so much for so long. Your boyfriend who’s always been there for you. Your mother who helped you shoulder your burden. Your best friend who has always been so kind. 14/16 Pick a moment. Cutting open the palm of your hand and letting the blood drip into the fire as you seal your promise to the great God and Their children. Sitting on the ground with a stranger, both of you crying as you struggle to form words to each other. You hold hands and sit close. Your parents hugging you, tears in their eyes, promising that they will always remember you and pray for you and wish for your happiness. Your mother telling you that she believes in you and she knows that you can do it. Telling you she’s proud of the girl you became. 15/16 Pick a line in the following poem:HiLittle girlRaven black hairWhirlwind dark eyesWhat's your name darling?What's behind those darkened eyes?Loam and rain and riverwater and autumn leavesYou're in painTurn it to powerYou are a prophetessYou're a warrior and a queenIn the sting of night and the burn of dayForge your weapons in the fires of rage and changeThe day will come when we pull ourselves out of the pit by our fingernailsMake them finallyfinally, finallysee Forge your weapons in the fires of rage and change The day will come when we pull ourselves out of the pit by our fingernails Loam and rain and riverwater and autumn leaves What's behind those darkened eyes? 16/16 Which do you want to be? The wolf’s paws that tread silently through the forest. The wolf’s howl that is terrible and tremendous for all. The wolf’s sharp teeth that rip through the human hunter. The wolf’s courage to stand against the human’s weapons.