Portal for Re-entry of Human Souls

“You don’t understand - everything - everything that happens here is played out in the Mortal realm. This lake is a portal for the re-entry of the human souls; and on an average day one can see the spirits in the waters circling, waiting, for their personal cosmic configuration to return back into the earthly realm - that time and into what hemisphere the coordinates determine - and it is from this place in Heaven that their passage begins.”

Eve caught her breath, alarmed at Puck’s low level of panic. She looked across at the bubbling mass that extended into the horizon. It had started to ferment on its own filth.

“How in God’s name did this actually happen?” asked Jupiter genuinely perplexed. He looked like a super-hero who had just lost his strength.

“Well,” said Puck, “clearly this is all your fault.”

“Well”, returned Jupiter, “that explains everything of course”, resenting the comment.

“Clearly” he added a moment later, sensing a pun in relation to the mirk before them. Jupiter was usually living on the edge of a frivolity - his light side would always broadcast in preference to his sober side. And this, in part, was his attraction to becoming Granoldi, if for nothing more than the very humour of it.

It was his mother who had first introduced Jupiter to the divine humours. Firstly in form, and then in behaviours - humour, she had said, was really the absolute key to this Universe - would that it was known … for the great Creator of all smiled as He created, and ever since His Creation manifest, smiles also. The four legged, those with wings, those who stand upon two - the rivers, and the stars - all have a playfulness amidst the bump and grind of cyclical eventualities.

And now that part of the Heavens he dwelt in had become so serious, and dark, and, so very smelly.

Eve had gone to sit under a silver boughed tree. The atmosphere was deeply intoxicating to her she was now in a state of half sleep.

“She’ll remember nothing of this when she gets back” said Puck.

“If she gets back," corrected Jupiter, still miffed at Puck’s blaming him.

Puck, who had transported mortals into the upper worlds at times of great grief to give them a reprieve, generally found that solace was a place, a very real place to take them, beside this once beautiful lake. He shuddered at the thought that the contamination might spreading fast now even further.

“Firstly we need to understand exactly how this done.” Jupiter’s eyes stung with tears, and his alabaster skin flushed with heat. The young god with head bowed was taken with grief. Puck clenched his teeth - he had one dozy mortal and one panicked god - not the best team to work with at a time like this. I wonder where Goober is right now? he pondered, scanning the ethers for his old friend.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series