Healing
Josh Flores
Jehovah reaches to rub Buddha’s belly. “For good luck, buddy boy!”
The pudgy entity’s perpetual smile provides no acknowledgment, but his aura shines brighter.
Shiva scowls at the exchange. “Enough! The Bridge must be built over the Ring. Time does not favor us.”
“I never said that!” grumbles the old bearded man leaning on a scythe.
Shiva surveys those gathered. Every supernatural being spawned by human imagination to explain creation, cause and effect, and good and evil, stands on a huge circular strip of human potential: the Ring which once was the Mass.
The Monkey King chitters in amusement while dancing in jumps, skips and twirls. A one-eyed Viking shakes his head while petting the North American Coyote, who hungrily eyes the Feathered Serpent. The falcon-hea
