What on earth are you talking about? And you’re giving me an attitude in what was supposed to be a fun and silly thread why exactly?
I’m going to be generous and say you’re reading some sort of intention in my OP that isn’t there.
A noneuclidean mass of geometric shapes constantly shifting and moving and changing both size and color. A halo of staring unblinking eyes will orbit me, inscrutable, indefatigable and all-seeing. A miasma of ozone-scented purple fog will flank me and black detritus will dance and eddy about in the still air. A low resonance will issue forth unceasingly and none will escape it.
You know, it has been a long time since GOD has revealed itself through food or sex.
Imagine a news report saying that the residents of Blyth all, simultaneously, enjoyed an especially wonderful cup of tea yesterday - a fact so remarkable that many have seen it as a sign from God.
Or, all of the residents of Fordbridge (ages 21 and older) all had the most impossibly good sexual experience yesterday. “Oh, it was a bit tiring, but it was very nice. I would definitely do it again.” said one council member.
I wouldn’t. I would remain inscrutably numinous and unknowably mysterious.
I would, presumably, already have a pretty clear understanding of how demanding the invocations of the god-botherers are, and of how unresolvable the general mess made by everybody is.
Better to let them get on with it while I remain ineffable, enigmatic and cocooned in the clouds.
Dire wolf … glowing red eyes … drooling blood …
Skunk … a la Pepe LePew
Dede … from Dexter’s Laboratory
A god of many faucets …
To the lesser folk living quiet unremarkable lives, I would appear as an ineffable beautiful unicorn. Wht? Because the unicorn is a lovely concept and at least one should exist and because ordinary people living worth yet unremarkable lives deserve one experience of absolute beauty.
To the lesser folk living venal or evil lives supported by the misery of others, I would appear as a living version of Lucifer, the enormous devil horse statue that looms over the Denver Int’l Airport. He may well be evil, having killed his creator when the partially completed statue fell on the artist, crushing him. I would be a constant, fearsome presence in their lives, giving them no rest or peace, until they changed their ways.
Brekekekcoaxcoax!
Go full archangel with the wings and robe and fiery sword and all that (I’m choosing not to do the more abstract “wheel of eyes”, etc) and pass myself off as one of my many Host. Sort of answering the phone and pretending to be your own secretary.
“Joph? Yeah, he’s awesome. You can’t see him because your mortal brain would melt but he’s just amazing…”
Alternate plan: Appear before evangelicals as Jack Chick’s faceless throne God.