Monday, March 14, 2022

Word: Transcendental

transcendental

[ tran-sen-den-tl, -suhn- ]
 
adjective
1.transcendent, surpassing, or superior.
2. being beyond ordinary or common experience, thought, or belief; supernatural.
3. abstract or metaphysical.
4. idealistic, lofty, or extravagant.

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Mike sat back to back with his girlfriend, Sally. At least, he wanted to think of her as his girlfriend. It was hard to know what their relationship was now. Yesterday, everything was fine. Today she was eight feet tall, radiating holy light, and was so beautiful that his mortal mind struggled to comprehend her visage. Needless to say, there would be a few changes in how they treated each other.

“So.” He said.

“So.” She echoed. Her voice rang with a pure tone that nearly made him weep from hearing something so flawless.

“So, you’re a goddess now, huh?”

“You know, I’m not actually sure. I don’t think I’m a proper goddess. I’m not quite sure what to call myself, really. Let’s go with transcendental being for now.”

It was a struggle to remain seated, instead of falling to his knees in prayer to her. “Ah, I see. So, uh, any idea how it happened?”

“I think it had something to do with that new crystal I bought.”

“Crystal, huh?” Mike had always doubted the supernatural claims the new agers made about crystals. But if Sally was saying it, it was probably true. At least partially. “I thought you didn’t subscribe to that whole magic crystal stuff.”

“I don’t. Never did. I just think they’re pretty and make nice decorations. But, well, my new extra special awareness is telling me that new one is, or I guess was, a lot different than normal.”

“Makes about as much sense as anything, I guess. So, uh, what’s it like?”

“It’s taking some getting used to. The senses in particular. Did you know I can see the fundamental forces of nature now?”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Gravity is kind of…purple, I guess. It’s hard to give any actual color to them, but that’s close enough.”

“Huh, neat. Hey, uh, Sally? Do you think you can turn down the holy-ness of your, well, everything so I can actually look at you without my mind breaking?”

“Oh, yeah, sure. Hang on a sec.”

He could feel her body shrinking down, and the holy radiance coming from her dissipated. When she gave the go ahead, he turned to face her. She had gone from literal perfection to the single most flawlessly beautiful woman in the world. But at least he could look at her, so that was a plus.

“Sally, I have to know. What happens now? With us, I mean. People will literally be worshiping you pretty soon. Hell, even now it’s hard for me not to do that, and you’re keeping yourself from looking too goddess-like. So what happens with us?”

Sally closed her eyes and tilted her head up, towards the sky. “I’m not sure. I mean, I do like you, Mike. A lot, actually, and I don’t want to end our relationship. But at the same time, I’m not sure if I can physically be with a mortal. It might be hazardous to your long-term health. We might not have much choice but to put a pin in this until we can figure things out more.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of what I figured. I always thought you were too good for me anyway. At least now it’s pretty much a matter of fact instead of opinion.” Although he said the words, his heart felt like it had been twisted into knots. “Hey, do you think I can at least be your high priest or something?”

Even restrained, the sound of her laughter made the world brighter. Literally. “Maybe. If I decide to start a church. Not sure how that’ll work though. I mean, I think I have to go through a few more steps before I can have a dedicated religion.”

“Well, when you do, I’ll be the first in line to convert.”

“Thanks, Mike. And I really am sorry that I have to do this.” She turned away from him and let out a heavy sigh that made him feel heavier as well. “I really don’t want to, and I wish there was another way. But there isn’t. Well, unless we find another of those crystals that did this to me. I mean, imagine the stuff we can get into if we both had neigh-limitless power.”

He could not help letting out a short chuckle. “Yeah, that would be pretty fun. But I don’t think that’s going to happen any time soon, is it?”

Her eyes glowed, and she stared off into the distance. “No. No it isn’t. Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s fine, really.” It was not fine. “But I guess you have to go soon, don’t you?” He did not want her to go. “Off to do whatever it is transcendental beings do, right?” He silently cursed whatever power had elevated her so much.

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I do.” She leaned in and gave him a tiny kiss on the cheek. He could feel a  warm power flowing from that place and filling the rest of his body. Sally stood and took a few steps back. “You might want to turn around now.”

He nodded and did so. He could see and feel the light when she began radiating it again.

               “Bye.” He said.

               “Good bye. Hopefully not forever.”

               And then, she was gone. Mike sat there, hugging his knees to his chest. He did not want to believe she was gone, even after an hour of sitting there. But eventually he had to move. He knew he would need to keep living his life, even without he in it. He did have an idea of what to do though.

               It was time to start writing the first draft of the Book of Sally.

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If you woke up with god-like powers, what would you do with them? Would you even do anything at all? What kind of deity would you become?

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