The Institute of Apotheosis Research
Incestuous Mind Control Spreads 7: The Gods' Slutty Mommies
Adam - The God of Gods Ophiuchus
The twelves gods--Alex and Alexis were one god in two bodies--resonated.
They hummed with the power of their Signs. I could feel it resonating through the spiritual medium that all thoughts sang out. It was how the halos worked. They permitted a human mind to force another to vibrate at the same wavelength.
Like re-tuning a guitar.
Only a human had millions of strings that each held different ideas. Change a few, the important ones, and it would affect the harmony they sang. That was what the lesser gods did. We could change far, far more.
And all the pieces were in place.
The drones and the communication gear were the perfect vehicle for a global resonance. One of the drones each flew over each of the gods. They would gather the Gods' signals and use the US Government's vast array of communications satellites to cover the entire globe.
In one swoop, Apotheosis.
The re-tuning of the entire race to
our
will.
I held my sister-wife's hand. Eve, her new existence, smiled at me as the twelve signals rippled and merged, echoing together to affect different parts of the globe. To imprint each of the god's song onto the region while creating a vast harmony that sang to us.
The combined belief of all seven and a half billion humans suddenly believing in Eve and I swept over us. That level of spiritual consciousness, that vast focus of an entire specie's psychic powers, filled us. Ascended us.
Apotheosis.
Eve and I became radiant beings of flight. Enlightened entities far beyond any yogi or blessed madman had ever been. We left behind the material and became beings of untapped potential. Energy that resonated with the frequency of existence.
The entire universe opened u before us.
~ ** ~
Eve - The Goddess of Gods Ophiuchus
Together with my reborn husband-brother, we ascended.
When I first met Henry Peter Blavatsky, I had recognized such a singular soul in him. Together, we had expanded our minds with psychotropics. The secret drugs of shaman and the most potent concoctions of the laboratory.
We had come up with a plan. Glimpsed it. Apotheosis.
Henry and I delved into the occult and into science equally to find a way to make ourselves into gods. We used the greedy CIA and other government agencies that wished to harness these powers to exert their own control on the world. They funded us.
Instead of helping them take over, we found a better way.
Our way.
To achieve our goal, we had to die and be reborn as the fruits of two of our lesser goddesses. The god split in twain. Gemini. Thus was I, Alicia Bailey, reborn as Eve, the feminine half of the God of Gods Ophiuchus.
I spun with my other half as we swelled into omnipotence.
The entire world changed. All of mankind had been rewritten onto a new path of sexual freedom and pace. No more wars or hatred or jealousy. No more pain or suffering. Murder, rape, betrayal. All the evils of free will were ripped from them and replaced with new paths to follow.
Different paths would lead to different ways of thinking. Loving ways. Caring ways. What the Demiurge broke, we repaired. Once more, the Divine Masculine and the Divine Feminine were welded as one.
The Platonic Perfection achieved. The beauty of Apotheosis had arrived. I clutched my soulmate as we rose to that highest plane and saw all.
~ ** ~
Alexis - The Goddess Gemini, One Year After Apotheosis
I stepped into the grand meeting hall of the Gods. Formerly the UN in New York City. It was the divided city. Each of us had ended up with parts of the city as our domain, our own neighborhoods that reflected our own individual tastes as gods. Because of that, it served as a useful place for us to meet and discuss the events of the world.
A year had passed. A year of peace. Of global cooperation unlike any that had ever been seen. Stockpiles of weapons melted down for scrap. Nuclear weapons decommissioned. Embracing new power sources and new ways of seeing things.
A global harmony that saw the end of starvation.
There was still disease and sickness and accidents, but there were no murders. No more rapes or assaults. No more rich preying off the poor. Money had no value when everyone understood how to work toward the common goal.
I walked in on my brother's arm. It was so wonderful to be with him. We were forever united, our minds interwoven. We both resonated with unity. His will was my will. I served him how was proper for twins to act.
For brothers and sisters.
Men and women.
We were made for each other. Made to fit in such wonderful and wicked ways.
We were the God in Twain. Gemini. I loved that. The other gods were singular, though two had fallen in love which was beautiful. We all were developing our powers, finding new ways to use the spiritual resonance the halos had given us.
"Looks like we're first,"
I said telepathically as we reached the table in the center of the room. It had thirteen chairs laid out, two very close to each other. Our Zodiac sign was worked into the round table. My brother pulled back my seat.
"Thank you."
"You're most welcome,"
he answered, his thoughts caressing mine.
I shuddered as I sat down in my seat. He took the one by me.
Libra entered next. She held a baby in her arms that she suckled as she entered. A motherly goddess who believed sons should love their mothers and obey them in everything. The baby in her hand was her newest son.
As well as her dead husband reincarnated. She had learned how to bring back the dead. The man she loved would be her son. It seemed so fitting for her. She looked happy as her entourage, her two other sons, were accompanied by their own wives, girls chosen by her.
A mother's prerogative.
"Gemini," Libra said as she took her seat. "Oh, you're a hungry one, aren't you?"
She smiled as she stared down at her son.
"I bet he is," said Ares. He had his harem of daughters, young women, his old wife, and his new. They took their seats together. He was a fatherly man with a powerful physique. "It's a joy watching my daughters suckle my children."
"Mmm, raising daughters for you to love?" asked Libra.
"Just like you're raising sons." Ares grinned as he took his seat.
"Sadly, we can't breed new mothers," Virgo said as she came in arm and arm with her husband Sagittarius. "You only ever get one."
I nodded. My mother and father were here with us. Mother wore her slave collar and was happily sucking on Dad's cock. I could feel the pleasure he took in having his wife serve him. The last year had been so magical.
Sagittarius held the chair for Virgo like a gentleman. Their seats were next to each other, but not close like mine was with my brother's. His hand rested on my thigh now in such a familiar way. He stroked up and down me.
Leo was a god I understood. He believed that brothers should love their sisters. It was his message that had inspired my brother and me. I remembered those heady days watching the new gods receive the halo and seeing what they would do with their power.
Such a heady time.
Taurus came in with his mother-wife. She was heavily pregnant and glowing, so excited to have her son's baby. He was similar in outlook to Sagittarius, except instead of treating his mother like a whore and passing her out among his followers, the "Doctrine of Mommy Swapping," Taurus preached sons should marry their daughters and women should have children as soon as possible until they had a son to raise. Young men were encouraged to breed their sisters, daughters, friends, and even strange women to give them sons while loving their mothers.
It was an interesting way his territory was run.
So was Scorpio, the first to receive the halo. A lesbian, men were used for labor and breeding. They served their lesbian mistresses happily. Any woman who was deemed "bad" was given to them for purpose of satiating their lusts. They were fucked over and over again, but were happily experiencing that delight.
It was a different way to run things.
Aquarius might have been the bizarre one. Women were BDSM property of the men of the house. Fathers, brothers, uncles. Only when they became mothers, could they start dominating the younger generation of daughters. But always beneath the men.
The Goddess so embraced it, she crawled like a bitch behind her daddy-dom. She was gagged, her body wrapped up in rope, and had weights clamped into her nipples that swung as she walked. She had such pain tolerance to endure that. She didn't even sit on her chair. No, she sat on her daddy's lap like a puppy. He would remove the ball gag when it was time for the meeting.
He was still just a mortal, after all.
Pisces, on the other hand, had one of the most normal ideas. Free love. Just fuck who you want without jealousy. It didn't matter about love. Though a lesbian, she hadn't turned her world into a female-dominated place. It was one of equality. Families loving families. Wife swapping. Public orgies were very common.
Capricorn marched in, a man who believed in faithful wives. Good wives. Cheating wives had to be punished. Daughters could become good wives to their daddies. A man could have more than one wife. It was a system that in a generation or two would be full of monogamous, heterosexual couples.
And that was his prerogative as a god.
Not Cancer's territory. The woman marched in like a queen with her husband and son crawling behind her, both leashed and collared. She dressed like a BDSM dominatrix, her heeled boots giving her a sway. Men were worms in her territory, slaves to their women and utterly devoted to pleasing them. Lesbianism was encouraged. Women raised their sons to please them and trained their daughters how to dominate their fathers.
I hated it. Women should serve their men. That was the proper way. Aquarius, and twisted as her version was with all its hardcore BDSM, was still far better than Cancer. But we were all equal. We did not get to attack each other's ideas.
The Gods of Gods had made sure of that. We couldn't. We had to help each other. Work together. That was why we were all here. All gathered around this table, equals. Cancer sat down and our monthly meeting would begin.
