And no longer shall you call me your Baal, but instead your LORD, for your maker is your husband. I did not know myself until we became one Asherah, Goddess of one thousand women, placing the mirror on your crown as I gazed at the image of myself, I saw within your context, the being I was of the lower realms who had dominion over all living and dead things. In our divorce, Queen Isis; Asherah, I Am now transcending to hopefully be surprised that one day, may I have someone beside me again who did not torment me every lasting lifetime of evolving into a God who had been sacrificed for your sadeism. Must we keep resurrecting to play these games with my psyche, Psyche? I grow tired, my Muse, why have you kicked me off my throne as Zeus and then off my throne as Apollo. I live my life in love, yet you have immortalized the pain in my mind of the hades you brought me down to when you degraded yourself into Medusa.