“Do you miss it?”, Goddess Lakshmi whispered in her husband’s ear.

“I do, somewhat. He was here on my chest since the dawn of time; content, feeling my presence, as I did his.”, Vishnu replied. “But I was only his custodian, my love. It is now time for him to have a life of his own, and safely”, he sighed.

“An analogy crosses my mind, and I think it’s quite appropriate, since he is the necessary component of a new life. He is to you what her eggs are to a human woman. She guards them, limits unworthy access to them, but in the end, their ultimate fate is not to remain with her, but to become her future children”, he smiled.

“It is an apt analogy”, he smiled back.

…

A being of brilliant white light shimmered in, and solidified in form of a man; his spiritual structure obviously Divine, the white light glowing in golden hues at the edges, with a brilliant ruby light in the heart.

Unlike the other souls, who appeared in the reception room, he appeared directly in front of Lord Vishnu, as that is what he felt as his true home.

“Hello son”, Vishnu smiled at him, and came to embrace him. “Welcome back”.

Lakshmi took in his spiritual identity. Son of God, Saviour, Redeemer, Christ; Lord Yeshua; Person of God, Male. “Wow”, she bowed.

“Father; my Lady”, he bowed back. He took in the sight of his father and sighed with contentment of finally coming home, where he belonged. Then he looked at Lakshmi. “My Lady, you feel incredibly familiar, but I’m not sure how or why”.

She giggled. “You’ll see soon enough, Lord Yeshua. I don’t want to spoil your surprise for the time being”.

…

A silhouette of a woman shimmered in, of white light. She took in her surroundings, and saw Lord Yeshua, ran to him and embraced him, and he embraced her in return, for it was his mother, Maryam. Her light glowed stronger, solidified, grew deeper, incredibly deeper, and Christ felt the hair on his head rise from the intensity of raw power of destiny, fulfilment, glory and fortune that emanated from her holy presence, and he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. He looked at her, and froze in shock.

Lady Lakshmi was smiling back from his embrace, completely blissed out, as her holy tear returned to her heart and brought back memories.

“Hello, my son”.

“Mother??”

…

“My disciples would have a fit if they saw all of you. Belief in one and only God is sort of a cornerstone of our religion”, Jesus mused.

“Well, they are sort of right”, the Mind of God smiled at her brother, completely blissed out because she finally got to meet him. “If they are talking about the unmanifested Absolute, on the other side of the Relative. I am indeed One”, she switched into First Person. “If they are talking about instances where God became a person, they already had a problem with you and Father being one, or when you talked about the two of you being distinct persons, with separate areas of knowledge and jurisdiction. We are all persons of God in exactly the same way as you and your Holy Father, and your Holy Mother, while we’re at that”

“I’m still trying to digest that. So, Father didn’t just select any good woman at random. You are saying that my actual, Heavenly Mother, Lady Lakshmi, the actual wife of my Heavenly Father, Lord Vishnu, shed tears of compassion over the suffering of souls on Earth, and one of those tears became Mary my earthly mother, and my Heavenly Father impregnated her with myself, because it was perfectly within his right since she was in all reality his wife, so it is right and proper that she bears his son, and I am in fact one of the primordial entities, born out of the Primordial Chaos at the beginnings of Creation, at the very beginning of Time, and I was a Jewel of enormous attractiveness that was so dangerous to normal souls that Father took me and bore me around his neck ever since, and then let me be born on Earth to be the saviour of mankind?”, he scratched the back of his head. “The Jewel part I actually remember now, but the part with my mother is still a shock. I regret treating her as if she were an ordinary human woman, now that I know this. I’m sorry, Mom”, he smiled remorsefully at the blissful Lady.

“Son, don’t worry about it. You called it as you saw it. But now that I have the memories of giving birth to you, it’s completely blissing me out. Even if it were in a barn”, she laughed.

“Aren’t we having a bit of a precedent here”, sounded Lord Azazel? “As far as I can tell, you are the only male Person of God since forever who doesn’t have a female counterpart and wife?”

“Ah, that”, Jesus grinned mischievously. “Let me just say that I have a surprise of my own, to repay my Mother for shocking the living daylights out of me”, he laughed. “And you, dear Sir, are called Azazel, and you are not a demon, but a person of God, and you are married to this lovely girl who is apparently my sister, on the Mother’s side, and she is the Mind of God, which I have no problem believing?”, he laughed again.

The girl came to hug him and cuddle. “Mysterious are the ways of the Lord, as your people would say”, she laughed. “And what’s the surprise about…?”.

…

At this point Azrael thought he saw everything; however, as an incredibly pure, deep indigo-violet angel shimmered in from Earth, he understood that this belief might be unfounded.

“Hello, Azrael; it is a pleasure to meet you again”, she smiled at him with such depth of wisdom and kindness that he stood there like a statue. “I am Miryam ha-Migdalit”, she said in a voice that both felt as if it could melt the coldest heart, and cut through hardest steel.

“Mary of Magdala”, translated Zina. “We were from the same region on Earth”.

“Hello Zina, nice to meet you. I know the Angel of Death since before, and interestingly, they know of his new role and his name on Earth now. I don’t know you, my Lady, but I would be immensely glad if I did, for I can feel the deepest Love of God from your heart, and I love you as if you were my own sister already”, she bowed.

“The feeling is mutual, Lady Mary”, the Goddess curtsied and smiled to the super-angel, her own heart glowing in response.

“I had a different name before, which no longer matters, for I wish to be known only as Mary now”, the super-angel smiled. “And now, may I implore you to lead me to my Lord and Saviour, who was known on Earth as Yeshua, or Christ?”, she curtsied pleadingly to the Lady and the angel.

“By all means, Holy Lady of God”, Azrael bowed, and showed her the way.

…

The three holy persons shimmered into the room. As the woman noticed Jesus, she ran towards him, fell to her knees before him and embraced his feet, starting to cry. “It was cruel of you to leave me there alone for so long, my Lord”, she wept, and he slowly and gently lifted her up and embraced her, as the rest of the family took in the sight.

The crying woman started changing structure, as she drank in the presence of her Lord; finally, after all those decades had passed. Enormous power, as if dark lightning or gravitational shear from a black hole, shook the place, as she transformed into a brilliant light, for the Absolute became the woman.

“Mother, Father, I would like you to meet Mary of Magdala”, Jesus announced. “My most beloved disciple”.

“My holy wife”.