MOSSAD 3

Trisha flew once again into the air, up-the-airs of consciousness, a staircase of Airs, spirits who fueled her flight. Then, there were the Passions, Fires who burned her heart into purest gold. Earths, who gave her new life and renewal. Her red hair began to grow longer and longer til it seemed to emcompass the entire Universe and silvery stars landed snowflake-like on her hair. Her green-blue eyes glowed and then opened. The Waters turned her soul into pleroma.

"There is no need for thought anymore. Everything is intuition," Trisha stated.
"You are no longer the Lady of the Sword, Trisha."
"You have the sign of the Goddess, 432."
"What is 432?"
"Trisha, it is not in your place to know these things." Gabriel stated.
"Where did you come from?"
"Nowhere."
"You really don't want to be 432."
"Why not?"
"You'll be sacrified to the Head of the Freemasons."
"33."
"But there is a 34, who will save you."
"Why?"
"Because you are Jewish."
"But I'm not really Jewish. You made me into a Jewish-French, perfect character with almost no faults. I'm just a confused American girl."
She started to weep.
"She's quite an actress, isn't she?"
"A regular shaman."

"OK, Gabriel. Why can't God be the first cause of the Universe?"
"What is a first cause? Who writes a text? Does just one person write a text? Let's take the text of a Saturday Night Live Episode. Do you know how many people write and rewrite the text? And what is that text based upon? Thousands and thousands of years of comedy and what is comedy based upon? A democratic impulse to deflate the tension between high and low cultures? What is comedy?"
"I really don't know."
"So you don't know everything."
"I know that I hate you."
"Good."

Trisha flew to Las Vegas and started to gamble. She won every time. She could almost sense what the next card was going to be. The rhythms of the Universe made perfect sense. Again, everyone was staring at her. She had a golden halo about her Head.

"Am I the Goddess?"
"You could be."
"What is the Goddess?"
"You are a female incarnation of the highest actualization of female ideals."
"But I feel so dangerous."
"Build your house on the hills of Vesuvius. Glory in your time."

She went outside and Las Vegas felt so light and then she disappeared into heaven.