How to Have Sex with a Goddess

How to Have Sex With a Goddess

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Diana was driving with her usual airy and easy manner. The car seemed an extension of her being, and seeing her drive was a real delight. She was just taking a dangerous curve when, all of a sudden, came to me the idea to kiss her. As if she had heard my thought, she turned her head towards me. Just then a huge truck, with deafening horns, came furiously down the slope, toward us ...

I woke up all sweaty, my hands pushing the nonexistent wheel and trying -- I do not remember for how many times and for how many dreams? -- to avoid the inevitable. I woke up, and,- filled with the same terror I felt after each dream, I went to the bathroom, where, in the medicine cupboard, I would find relief. The doctor told me, after recommending the sleeping pills, that one pill every night would be enough, that I would not have nightmares anymore, and that I would fall into a deep sleep. The only problem was that, before falling asleep, a thought would come to me: if I had not come toward her to kiss her, would she have been able to avoid the accident? After that, sleep would not come, even after two or three pills. The old doctor was terrified when he found out what I was doing. He recommended that I try anything else -- sports to get me tired, perhaps -- and eventually, try to replace Diana in my soul. It was easy for him to talk, because he did not love Diana, and maybe he had never been in love. He was definitely not like me. It may seem absurd to say that you have only one love, but I can say for sure that I loved only once, and I will never be able to replace her with anyone.

I took another pill from the bottle and thought again of Diana before sinking into the thick mist of the brutal sleep induced by the sleeping pill. Sometimes she was so alive in my memory that it seemed as though I could stretch my hand out to touch her. Or that I could just call her and she would answer every time. Then I would open my eyes and realize that all was just an illusion. She was living only in me and through me...

* * *

Two years after the accident, it seemed I was the only one who remembered her. Our few common friends would not talk about her at all, and it seemed strange to me to mention her in their presence. The dead with the dead and the living with the living... It was as if she had never existed, and it seemed so unfair for such a gorgeous being to disappear like that into nowhere. When I was thinking deeply about her, it seemed as if the furniture started to crack all of a sudden and in the sounds made by the wood, I recognized her voice. It was unnatural for a girl so full of life to die so young... It was terribly unfair... and sometimes I would blame myself because so little had to change then so that she could still be alive now. Even if I were the one to die. Usually, in the evening I drove... but when we were at the party, I, who usually do not drink, felt the need to have a glass of cognac with an old colleague whom I had not seen for many years.

"Be careful," he told me, after I introduced him to Diana. "You know what they say: a beautiful woman brings trouble into the house..."

I waved my hand carelessly.

"I have heard that before," I said, bored. "Only you see, Diana and I are really in love. That is what nobody seems to understand."

He wanted to insist on it, but I did not let him. I clinked glasses with him and drank the cognac all at once; then I left furiously. Every time, at each party, there had to be one person who would spoil my mood. All because of Diana's looks. She was a gorgeous girl, and she was usually the center of attention anywhere we went. I was envied and pitied at the same time, because I, with my ordinary looks, do not give the impression that could attract her. It is true that I seemed dull and insignificant next to her, but we really were in love. And despite all their gossip, we got along very well. It is also true that everywhere we went, she was immediately surrounded by handsome men who tried hard to win her attention. It was enough for her to catch my eye over their heads and wave to me discretely so that I would not worry about anything. She was mine! I could feel that, and the rest did not matter. Of course some friends told me that her love for me began almost at the same time that I received an inheritance from my aunt from Canada, but I could read the envy in their eyes, I knew that's all it was....

Thinking about her continued to torment to me so strongly that even if I felt the chemistry of the sleeping pill trying to defeat me, I simply could not fall asleep. I thought about the money I inherited, a very large amount for me. It was useless now, and I would have given it all if only I could bring Diana back to life -- even if for just a second. Finally I drifted off, and through the misty waves of sleep that surrounded me, an idea came to me... something about the miracles from Lourdes...

The second day, the thought about Lourdes followed me everywhere I went. I felt it was important, something about me and Diana, but I could not remember anything precisely. About lunch time, not being able to endure the tension anymore, I went to a public library and asked for everything they had about Lourdes. The books did not give me anything more than I had already known: it was a holy place, like many others, where miracles would happen. Incurably ill people, certified as such by serious and responsible doctors, after drinking the water from the healing spring, would return home cured, stunning the skeptical and serious doctors, who had been treating them until then with no result. The number of diseases and of ill people was remarkable. Cancer, AIDS, leprosy, psoriasis, sclerosis, and many other diseases that modern medicine still could not treat: now they declare them cured.

"Why is Lourdes obsessing me? And what does it have to do with Diana? As if death were a disease which a holy place could heal..."

Towards the evening, I finally remembered. It was a magazine article in which a doctor was trying to explain the miracles from Lourdes, and also the fact that in such places, surrounded by believers, would be created a psychical space where mysterious energies would make any miracle possible... The place where thought and belief would work towards cure... The ill ones were sinking in an ocean of faith and had nothing left but to accept it, to let themselves penetrated by it, and the transformations would come naturally...

The places where thought transformed in something else... This is how he explained the phenomena that were not yet elucidated. In the psychical spaces, thoughts, t beliefs, and ideas can easily transform, materialize and interact with matter. And with the lack of respect for divinity which characterizes any scientist, he proposed a very interesting experiment: to use the power of belief of these people to produce a touchable, measurable, and controllable, and especially repeatable effect, which would demonstrate with no doubt the truthfulness of his hypothesis.

I should have felt relieved, but still I did not know why I associated that old article, hanging in the tormented waves of my subconscious, with Diana. With her coming back to me! Is this what I wanted? Yes, of course that is what I wanted! But is it not the first step towards madness? My old doctor had already sent me to a psychiatrist when I told him that sometimes I seemed to hear Diana talking to me. When I was a child, I read a book whose author and title I have forgotten, but a passage from it remained in my memory:

"Gods are truly forever and immortal, with a little amendment: only as long as we believe in them!"

Although it was a simple essay, the author speculated on the idea that the old Gods had really existed and that they had their period of glory. Then, as newer gods appeared and the belief in the older gods disappeared, their powers would disappear as well as their capacity to manifest themselves in the world. With the gods missing from the public life, little by little the number of believers became fewer, and in this way, one by one disappeared. Starting from the population of ancient Greece and from the rich pantheon of gods and the manner in which each of them manifested, the author reached the conclusion that, in order to exist, a god needs at least ten thousand believers, without being very active or bringing sacrifices, believers who think of that god at least once a day.

I fell asleep with this thought in mind... Tens of thousands of believers. Tens of thousands of people who would think of a... goddess. At the time I had pronounced the word goddess I knew I thought of her. I got up and ignoring the effect of the sleeping pill, I hurried to the safe where my monthly bank statements lay sealed.

I wondered how much money I had? Would it be enough to "buy" -- I cannot find another suitable word -- sufficient believers so that I could create a goddess? Diana, of course. Looking at the long row of zeros on the checks, I thanked my aunt, and for a moment the idea came to me: what if I had to use the money to bring my aunt to life, supposing that such craziness were possible.

But, remembering her character, truly disagreeable, I decided to try with Diana.

***

A month passed from the evening in which the idea came to me. With money, it seems easy to accomplish anything. Creating a goddess seems like baking a cake, and I cannot but reveal the recipe to others, too. It is expensive, however; I must mention that from the beginning.

So: first you buy space on a web server, enough to host several pages. Then, with the help of good webmasters, you enter the picture of the one you want to transform into a god. Explain in a few simple words that this is a scientific experiment and that the participants must be volunteers of good faith who will pray hard to this goddess. Through this simple experiment, we only want to test a hypothesis: whether prayer and faith can be created a psychical space which can in turn create gods -- in other words, to test whether it is true that people create gods, as the brilliant minds of the world have always stated. Then, for this effort, you offer a small amount of money. I offered a dollar for each time the web page was accessed during an established time interval. There is, of course, the possibility so that somebody opens the page and takes the money without thinking and praying to the goddess. But, as the endeavor was presented as a scientific experiment, I doubted that I would have many unpleasant surprises, especially since I was paying in real time: every hour I would transfer the money into the account of those who had visited the web page until then. So I can tell you precisely that you need 9,830 believers to make a god appear. The figure stated by the ancient Greek researcher proved to be surprisingly exact.

At first, a few night at a row, the figure oscillated between two thousand and three thousand "believers" who accessed my page; then it seemed that the news about it traveled fast -- and also about my reliability and especially my promptness regarding the payment, because the number of visitors increased every night until it reached 9,830.

"Are you waiting for me?" whispered a soft voice behind me and, when I turned, there she was smiling more than ever... Diana.

"Diana!" I was ecstatic! I wanted to go to her.

She squelched my enthusiasm with a wave of her hand. "Stop George! I am a goddess now! Do you know what this means?"

I shook my head no. It was all too strange. I had apparently resurrected Diana, but I could not understand why she was acting so cold to me.

She gave me a long look for some moments, then she sighed. "George, I am grateful that you brought me to life, and especially as a goddess... but I must tell you some things. I have never loved you! I stayed with you only because of what you could offer me. But now I am a goddess and I have the powers of a goddess... I want to enjoy it... Do not try to stop me!"

She headed towards the door to leave, then hesitated in the doorway and turned again towards me:

"And one more thing: you were never the only man in my life."

I wanted to say something, but the words stuck painfully in my throat.

I do not know whether it was Diana's attractive face or my money, but around 12 o'clock during night, her number of believers reached 14,000. I was just on the verge of transferring the money to them when Diana, accompanied by two muscular males appeared, giggling a little wasted.

They passed near me without seeing me, heading toward the bedroom. From the door, Diana turned back to me, as if she suddenly remembered that I was there, too:

"I know how you created me! Only now I don't have to depend on you. I have real powers, and even if they are not as spectacular as the powers of Zeus, I can produce a little lightening to stop you from doing anything on that computer..".

She stretched a hand towards the monitor in front of me and "a little lightening" hit my old computer, which broke down in a rain of sparks.

"Diana, what are you doing? Let me explain..."

"Don't you dare!" She whispered with a voice that stopped me cold. "Or else you will end up in a pile of ashes like that monitor!" she threatened me and went into the bedroom slamming the door.

From the noises coming through the bedroom door, it seemed she was having a blast.

I did not know what else to do. Go look for a computer and connect to the internet so I could pay the visitors to the web page, or wait to see what happened? If an hour passed without my making the payment, the number of visitors to the web page would suddenly diminish--and consequently, the number of Diana's worshipers. But what if, as she said, she had enough powers and did not depend on them anymore?

I was curious to see what would happen next, but worse, Diana's new behavior frightened me. I did not have to wait long... Over the pleasure moans from the bedroom, I suddenly heard a terrible cry all of a sudden.

The bedroom door slammed against the wall:

"You beast! What have you done?"

"Nothing"... I said frightened by her look. "I did nothing!" And my answer was perfectly true.

"You are lying! Look at me, you bastard!"

Beyond her hand stretched toward me, I could see her tense expression. She was naked, but I did not have time to admire her body, because she was losing substance every minute... Next to her, holding their clothes in their hands and avoiding touching her, with the two fellows she came with slipped away.. They ran outside without looking back.

I wanted to get close to her, to touch her, but she was now a thin smoke...

***

My goddess disappeared into nowhere, and sometimes, in the long nights when I wait for the sleeping pills to act, I wonder whether the entire memory was nothing but a mere extension of my old nightmares...