“It all looks like we went backwards in history, and at least two thousand years of progress and new, improved ideas about God, transcendence, meaning of life and ideals of achievements have been erased, and supplanted by abject savagery, depravity and misery”, Goddess Zina all but whined while she held her noble husband. “When the Blessed Lord Jesus triumphally concluded his incarnation and returned to his Father, only to be joined by his blessed Mother’s tulku, Mary, and his enlightened wife, Mary of Magdala, who immediately became a Goddess at his side; it was such a wonderful moment, that was followed by the appearance of the angelic apostle Paul, and later by the wonderful, noble, virtuous and precious Lady Hypatia, who is now my dear sister, friend and colleague, to be followed by the angelic doctor Augustine. It looked like we’re just getting started, like that world finally lived up to its promise and God was attaining new faces, names and persons left and right. And then, this”, she sighed helplessly. “Astral bullshit, abject idiocy, satanic false teachings and moronic followers, from an age of ignorance, poverty, hunger and sickness. As their technology degraded, from the mechanical computers of Archimedes, to an ox cart, so did their spirituality”.

“I know”, Buddha kissed his wife’s head and rubbed her shoulders to comfort her. “It might be a long time until we get any new additions to our family”.

…

The space in the reception room didn’t shimmer. Instead, it started folding in and out of itself, formulating a complex mandala in multiple dimensions – space, time, sat, cit, ananda, and various vajras. In its centre the world started tearing, as from gravity shear of a black hole, that seemed to manifest in its centre; the shivaratri, Night of Shiva, that kept folding, breaking and tearing reality until it took form of a man, while Buddha and Zina gasped at the sight, with mouths agape and mind in total disbelief.

At his right side, reality started tearing with blissful power that manifested time, space and thought, the white equivalent of shivaratri, the Day of Shakti, blazing with force that incinerates the mind, surrounded with a recursive mandala structure of violet, indigo and blue vajra. Then at his left side, the similar but not quite the same tearing and restructuring of reality occurred, with White Fire surrounded by violet, indigo and blue vajras in fractal structure of dimensions of reality breaking, and two women manifested, one at the man’s each side, as their joint meditation broke the world, and then made it steady again, and the mandala vanished, leaving three Divine Persons behind.

“Greetings, Lord Shakyamuni, and to you, his Divine Consort, Lady Zina”, the man in the middle spoke, in perfect spiritual language of mental objects and deeper meanings, with no trace of human linearity or limitations.

“I am Padmasambhava, and these are my wives, Mandarava and Yeshe Tsogyal. We are honoured to be in your presence”, all three bowed in unison.

“By the tears of the Gods!”, stuttered Lady Zina.

“Literally”, nodded Buddha, as they bowed back.

…

“We have never seen anything of the sort, although I suspected it might be possible. A tear from the eye of Lord Shiva, shed in compassion as the first souls arrived from Earth, and two tears, one from each eye of his Lady, distraught from compassion as she watched Lady Zina, who lay there dying”, Lord Vishnu whispered. “They didn’t just come back to rejoin their casters. They warped the entire reality around themselves, as such was the power of the Primordial Gods in their pain. They grew structure, personality, soul, attained enlightenment and became persons of God in their own right, and all of it down there on Earth”, he smiled. “We are indeed honoured to greet you, my Lord, my Ladies. May I introduce you to the family?”, he glowed as he pointed to the other eleven Gods, who came to embrace them.

And thus the Gods were fifteen.