Divine Consciousness for Busy Professionals Pt.2
Well, some folks just weren't buying it!
Welcome, pilgrim! Check Pt. 1 of my serial novel for the story from the beginning. And no offense to your faith, this is fiction.
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There were holdouts.
Say a mother of two decided to follow the simple steps of focused mastery, allowing her to evolve her mind to manipulate space and matter.
After a few hours of gentle meditation and exploring her abilities and even with a little helpful coaching from a god. She ascended, immediately fulfilling the wishes and whims of her beloved children and husband. Then, she got bored. She realized she was spoiling her kids (and husband. Sex with a god must be amazing!).
Mrs. Mom would go about the task of convincing her mortal family to ascend the physical constraints of mortals. And most listened to dear old Ma.
Because there were holdouts, more fascinated with the spectacle than the idea, the first dozen-something gods became daytime talk show celebrities immediately.
As agreed, the obvious, attention-seeking adventure guy glitzes into existence on The Talk, a show about kitchen appliances and meditation retreats. Ginny Susan was the host and Ginny was not buying this shit.
Obnoxious Adventure god-Guy said, “Watch me break your phone without touching it.”
The lady started to protest, but he simply swiped his hand over the phone inches away. A duplicate phone began to coalesce out of thin air until it was solid and present and levitating a foot away from the real thing. He then spun his hand and with a flourish, propelled the phone down hard on the hard TV set floor. The faceplate shattered and a little part broke off and skittered under some furniture.
“See, I broke it.”
“But mine is fine,” Ginny said, quickly unlocking the phone in her hand.
“Is it really? Maybe you had two. Now you only have one. No, I won’t replace the second phone you never knew you had.”
Half smiling, half angry, Ginny look at the god and cried, “god, you’re an ass!”