Ni mama she shei?

[sotongeistooc.livejournal.com]

I like churches. I do. They’re big and empty and have lots of lovely seats. And they have lots of candles, burning away, pouring wax all over the floors, and little graves that are at the wrong angle so the headstone is on the floor, so you can rub over them with crayons and paper. And stained glass windows! Pretty, in their own way.

A lot of people probably think I don’t like churches. Because I don’t follow the baby Jesus. But that doesn’t mean I make the baby Jesus cry! I respect churches immensely, and feel that they should be looked after. Not, you see, because I believe; but because someone else believes.

That’s sort of how the Crone works. People talk about different aspects, and that’s true, but it’s all a big steamy pile of hodge-podge that works. A grab-bag, take what you want and throw the rest away: which is pretty much how Chinese mythology rolls! Dim Sum for the religious!

NI MAMA SHE SHEI????? NI MAMA SHE SHEI? WO BU DONG!* <<Who’s your mother? Who’s your mother? I don’t know!>>

Tin Hau is how I revere the Mother, Mazu, the old woman of the sea. She wants gold. But what does a sea goddess want with gold? So you just pretend to give it to her, and it’s the thought that counts. That’s a very pragmatic religion, and far better than the Baby Jesus, who commands his missionaries to pollute the minds of fools and massacre the innocent, and won’t let women be bishops and wear fancy hats.

That’s not a God I want to associate myself with: everyone has the right to a fancy hat. But each to their own! Live and let live. That’s the Crone way. Just with more blood, and so long as everyone’s striving to improve themselves. If not, then we must make them think the world has ended and their family is dead and they are being attacked by zombies, like Derren Brown’s cruel ‘TV special’ mind torture!

I don’t worry about where the Crone came from. I follow the Chinese pantheon, and that means that we can be promoted or demoted in the celestial court, and anyone can become a God or a Demon or a Horse if his joss is right. Or her joss. Or just joss in general. Where someone comes from is less important than where someone's going. And where you should be going is a constant twisty-road, aiming to improve your excellence to even further excellence.

In short, and in the wise words of Mr T: “Mother! There is no other! Your mother! So treat her right! Treat her right!”

Because if you believe it, that makes it important.

Comments

[akonken.livejournal.com]

Every time I think you can't get any more awesome, you do. <3

[lucifermourning.livejournal.com]

so i've decided that rather than ignoring fics where i have this question, i will just ask.

i do not know who you are, due to not knowing your LJ name, and therefore have no idea who this fic is about.

what character is it?

[sotongeistooc.livejournal.com]

I'm Chris, I am a raving lunatic. The character in question is Seigwailo, or Dr Bob, from Essex Requiem.

[lucifermourning.livejournal.com]

thanks! have not met your character (or you since the days of Runnymede Mortals) but heard of him by reputation!

[sotongeistooc.livejournal.com]

Oh, from back when I got to dress like a Ghostbuster?

Fun times. Now I just wear a creepy mask and do my utmost to carry freaky props in many pockets.

[lucifermourning.livejournal.com]

yes indeed!

though the freaky props thing sounds about the same...