The Story of Bags and The Unemployed Goddess of Memory

07/4/3000 Sanctuary of Epidaurus Dear Bags, I am writing from the year 3000 but that means nothing in eternal life and most likely a different counting system to yours. Rest assured, you are alive and kicking with your memory still intact where it should be. For me, my dear, time possesses no beginning and no […]

07/4/3000

Sanctuary of Epidaurus

Dear Bags,

I am writing from the year 3000 but that means nothing in eternal life and most likely a different counting system to yours. Rest assured, you are alive and kicking with your memory still intact where it should be. For me, my dear, time possesses no beginning and no end. It is limitless, just like our universe.

It is a huge shame humans have brought so much damage to your shores with an unknown material and for sure, not made by Mother Nature. You see, the idea of having Gods and Goddesses responsible for different areas of responsibility was the beginning of the end for the natural rule of law. There was an equal balance between all of us. Of course, once humans became powerful and the dominant life form, they soon realised we were not needed. They thought they could do everything themselves and that is why they did away with us. As you have already pointed out, one God cannot control the universe, but this was man’s making and in doing so nature took a back role.

Unfortunately, I cannot interrogate memories of those who have left us as these are administered by moles under the ground where you live, and therefore unable to find out what this damaging material is. The best course of action is exactly what you propose and publish about it in your palm leaf journals. Maybe, just maybe, people will read about it and learn in the future, and thanks to my gift of languages and words, that is possible.

If I were Head Goddess, I would support you in your quest to take care of the seas, nature, agriculture and nurturing your people via Mother Earth. Alas, I am unemployed and see no prospect of being allocated my previous job again. It is up to you now to take a stand as the planet cannot sustain this constant rate of abuse. Nature must regain the upper hand.

Food and languages are two subjects close to my heart and share the same name. My favourite language I created is called PIE. You might know it as Proto Indo-European and the source of many languages today from India all the way to Europe. My favourite food is also PIE, because I can make a yummy pastry and then hide anything I want in it. Enjoying healthy, and sometimes unhealthy, savouries away from Asclepius’s inquisitive eyes is always a good trick to play. He is so caring but always counting my calories! Mole mail can carry food so I am looking forward to trying out your delicacies, but can I hide Shahi Pulao in a PIE?

I know you are a busy princess and have a lot to organise. Not only becoming Queen but also saving the planet. I wish you success and look forward to hearing about your news.

Best wishes from my Sanctuary!

Mnemosyne

Unemployed Goddess of Memory

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