Gelatine – Goddess of Wobbly Desserts

April 23, 2019October 15, 2020 ~ Hannah ~ Leave a comment

A Goddess set in a perfect mould. One is always certain when one has seen a vision of Gelatine – because Jam don’t shake like that. In her mythology she seduces allsorts of unsuspecting mortals to bear an army of children, known as the Geli Babies. She raises and trains these demi-god warriors to fight the demons Aspic and Vegan. She is not a goddess to be trifled with. When not procreating and waging war she resides on a remote dessert aisle.

Her temples are delicate architectural shells that are sometimes made of plastic, ceramic or glass. However, the highest of her churches are always made of brilliant burnished copper. The shapes vary, but interconnected ascending domes and sweeping arches are common themes. The altar is always laden with a display of delectable dessert offerings. The altar constantly gently oscillates by means of a cunning concealed mechanism. During a typical rite at one of Gelatine’s temples, one will partake of a communion of bread and wine gums.

Gelatine has a somewhat rubenesque priesthood. They will daily engage in at least an hour of meditative jiggling. This is said to be quite a sight to see. The High Priestess or Priest is known as “The Great Haribo”. The high priest has exclusive access to air travel in the church’s Jellycopter which can often be seen wobbling through the sky as The Great Haribo goes about the Goddess’ work. The current Great Haribo is called Mr Gerry Bean.

Gelatine the kind of deity one often finds where one least expects her to be. She is also a guardian of medicines and washing detergent. However, she not an all powerful deity. She is vulnerable to water, high temperatures and pineapples.

In pre-congregation times she was Christianised and later appropriated by the Roman Catholic Church as St Blancmange.

Thank you to Pascal Harper for suggesting Gelatine.

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Dave – God of Perfect Mates

April 22, 2019October 15, 2020 ~ Hannah ~ Leave a comment

Dave is a legend and top quality banter merchant. He is a deity who will always stand his round. He is the god you can call on at 3 am. The god who you know would help you with anything from moving house to hiding the bodies. Dave works in IT and he WILL fix your laptop.

In his mythology Dave is the wing man of the gods. Happily married to “Beckki – Goddess of BFFs”, Dave will happily introduce his single friends to the disappointed deities who approach him. He can also be pursuaded to remove his shirt on hot days in the Olympic Park to entice passing gaggles of Goddesses into striking up an idle conversation.

Followers will greet each other warmly with bone-crushing hugs, where the groins remain a respectable distance apart, and the words “How are you, you old bastard!”.

What happens in the Temple of Dave stays in the Temple of Dave. When a true devotee of Dave enters his temple, their wi-fi connects automatically. The temple has many attractions including; a superb collection of games consoles, a big-screen TV (Dave gets all the sports and movie channels), Pool Table, Luxury Coffee Machine (Dave is Italian by descent) and a Darts Board. There are no hard wooden pews in Dave’s temple. It’s sofas and reclining massage chairs all the way.

The grounds of the temple house a comprehensively equipped workshop where Dave’s priests will happily help a devotee fix their car or lawnmower. Next to this is a soundproof band rehearsal and recording studio with a collection of vintage guitars for improptu jam sessions. There is also a basketball hoop and enough lawn for a kick about (the congregation are shirts, the priesthood are skins). On visiting his temple, you may be asked to donate a tenner. Don’t worry. Dave will always pay you back.

The priests of Dave are renowned for being larger than life and excellent home-brewers. During communion with Dave the beer flows freely and worshippers consume this with “Friend Chips”. You can even take a six-pack of “Dave” away with you. If you imbibe, the priests will let you sleep over or see you safely home. Dave does not let his followers drive drunk.

Sadly, Dave has been barred from “The Virgin’s Arms” over a bit of a disagreement over the tab. His sacred animal is a slightly wiffy mongrel dog that cadges crisps by doing tricks.

Inspiration for Dave came entirely from Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni. Cheers Mick! Yer a true mate!

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Ganache – God of Chocolate, Cream, Cakes and Words that Sound Rude but Aren’t.

April 7, 2019October 15, 2020 ~ Hannah ~ Leave a comment

Ganache is a kindly deity who watches over bakers and confectioners. He may have a rotund figure, but he still has amazing buns. Offering a prayer to Ganache as you add the cocoa to your cake recipe is said to prevent soggy bottoms, provided you also give the batter a good ritual forking. He is the remover of bits of stray egg shell.

Delicious cooking smells waft from his temple, luring in new devotees. Every year at his festival, the priests make a giant cream horn (said to represent his tusk) which is shared amongst his followers as a fertility rite. Followers of Ganache define a “balanced diet” as a cupcake in each hand.

Ganache has a mischievous side and a prehensile trunk for snatching delicious treats. When a Ganachite baker places 12 cakes on the cooling rack and returns to find only 11, instead of shouting at his apprentices he will shrug and say, “I see Ganache has taken his own offering.” It is considered a divine endorsement of your skill and a blessing if Ganache just could not resist.

Ganache is also the God of words that sound a bit rude, but actually aren’t. Like “masticate” and “kumquat”.

Ganache is said to be quite an emotionally sensitive deity. When something goes wrong, he takes a while to gateauxverit. He is often in tiers.

Followers of Ganache believe that you only get out what you pudding. They also value the pursuit of independence, it is frowned upon to sponge off anyone. Ganache is a very popular deity and is followed by hundreds and thousands.

If you believe in Ganache you are encouraged to d’éclair it loudly and proudly.

Thank you to Sarah Shepton for suggesting Ganache.

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Tequila – Goddess of Regret

April 4, 2019October 15, 2020 ~ Hannah ~ Leave a comment

When life gives you lemons, then you need to find Tequila… …and salt. Originating amongst the ancient Mayan civilisation, Tequila may be the only holy spirit you can bottle. It is a very friendly religion. Every other follower is your besht mate in the whole damn world and you love them man.

Tequila (or Mescal in the ancient Mayan religion), was appropriated by the Catholics as Santa Margarita, her feast coinciding with Shrove Tuesday, (as in don’t forget the Jiff Lemon on Santa Margarita Day). Her sacred animal is the Tequila Mockingbird.

Her temple houses a large distillery surrounded by picturesque gardens of spiky agave plants. The air is filled with the sound of the faithful chanting the mantra “Lick, Swallow, Suck”. Visitors can obtain (in return for an offering) a bottle of Tequila’s sacred libation. The floor is pocked with innumerable dents from where thousands of pilgrims have passed out over the centuries. As the saying goes, “One Tequila, two Tequila, three Tequila, FLOOR!”.

It is said that the spirit of Tequila has many mystical powers. These include the ability to turn a dog into a fox and to make you believe that you are an Adonis when naked. Each bottle contains what appears to be a dead worm. However, it is said that after three shots of sacrament the worm will speak to you, but it will only speak utter bollocks.

The Tequilan’s have an ancient calendar but it is incomplete. Her scholars figured it wouldn’t be the end of the world if they never finished it.

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Perineum – God of the Middle World

April 3, 2019October 15, 2020 ~ Hannah ~ Leave a comment

Stuck Between Heaven and a Very Dark Place.

Neither one thing nor the other in all aspects. His followers believe that the path to true happiness is indecision. If you never resolve anything, no one will ask you to do anything ever again and inner peace will be achieved. Pain and suffering occur when others force you to choose. His most famous hymn is “Meh, meh, meh, meh, s’alright I ‘s’pose”.

Each temple of Perineum is of a similar and unassuming design. They each have two doors. One pink, one brown. The most profound act of worship in this faith is to hover around the two doors to the temple nervously for an hour but never go in. Once inside, there are no pews to sit on. Instead there are rows and rows of Theological Fences upon which one must perch. Perineum’s sacred animal is the common domestic cat. His temples always have a resident sanctified clowder. They display the epitome of indecisiveness as they stand at the temple door asking to go out, and come in, and go out, and come in, and go out and come in. The primary temple of Perineum is located by the bridge over the river Biffin, in the quaint town of Tinter, (Tinter can be found in Barseshire).

One of the roles of the Priesthood of Perineum is to dispense justice. Unfortunately, no trials are ever resolved. Every single one ends in a hung jury. Never go out for a restaurant meal with a group of Perineum worshippers. Firstly, your fellow diners may never make it to the restaurant, many casualties may be trapped in their dressing rooms trying to select the perfect outfit for infinity. Even if you do manage to arrive before 6pm, you still wont have ordered by midnight. (This is probably where the dark rumours about cannibalism in the distant history of the faith stem from.) Followers of Perineum never plan their lives, they just lurch from indecision to indecision.

The most famous ancient Perineal philosopher, Maybemonides, once said, “Indecision is preferable to the terror of a wrong decision.”

In mythology Perineum is a somewhat sensitive deity, that feels like they never get enough attention. Traditionally one has to be careful not to offend Perineum. One slip and you will be in the deep brown.

Thank you to Adam Tomlinson for suggesting Perineum.

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Senna – Goddess of Regular Occurrences

March 31, 2019October 15, 2020 ~ Hannah ~ Leave a comment

Consistency is the watchword of this goddess. Her followers will visit her temple daily without fail, sometimes more often.

Her temple is divided into individual stalls or “Meditation Pods” where worshippers will cogitate in companionable solitude. Each pod is equipped with it’s own throne of contemplation, sacred scroll and library of faith reading such as “Oh Wally, Where Art Thou?” and “The Garfield Philosophy”. Her sacred scrolls are soft, strong and very, very long (and perforated).

The rows of Meditation Pods open out onto a space equipped with basins for ritual cleansing. Unlike other faiths where one ablutes before attending a shrine, worshippers of Senna will wash as they leave.

If you are in need and wrestling to achieve the desired ruminative state, the priests or priestess will give you a chalice of sanctified prune juice, to ease the passing of your spiritual suffering.

Her temple is gloriously decorated by the art, verse and musings of thousands of pilgrims. Such as the famous lines:

“There I sat, broken hearted,
I’d paid a penny and only farted,
My tightened lips in prayer a-quivered,
and Praise be to Senna! I was delivered.”

Thank you to Carrie-May Mealor for suggesting Senna.

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Miiiiiiiss – Goddess of Teachers

March 29, 2019October 15, 2020 ~ Hannah ~ 1 Comment

Shortly after the dawn of time, the earliest two primordial deities were delivered of their first progeny. Being a divine child, it was a matter of minutes before the precocious babe opened it’s lips and asked it’s parents “Why?”. By the end of the day they had been asked this 3,045,867 times. In frustration these first parents took white chalk from the earth, formed it, and poured into it all the knowledge and withering sarcasm they could muster. Then finally they imbued it with a cursed immortal life. Her unique powers are being able to work for 80 hours a week whilst surviving on just coffee and biscuits, and the ability to freeze a miscreant 14 year old at 90 paces with the one word.

Miiiiiiis has three avatars, and sometimes appears as a three headed conjoined deity. She has a Head, a Deputy Head and an Assistant Head. The youngest of these is the comely “Miiiiiiiss Tottey”. She is the embodiment of enthusiasm and idealism, and the favourite of all the boys. She carries the torch of the sacred flame of education and always has traces of glitter somewhere on her. The eldest “Miiiiiiiss Didactia” has been thoroughly desiccated over said flame of education. She carries an expression like a gamma knife and a stick which (you hope) she only uses to point things out on the board. This avatar is a guardian of “the old ways” of golden silence and copying it out again neatly. In the middle there is “Miss Miss Miss Miiiiiiiss” who watches over those with additional responsibility with a kindly professional eye.

Miiiiiiiss does not live on Olympus, Asgard or any of the usual homes of the gods. She is believed to live in a store cupboard in her temple from 3.30pm to 8.30am. For one month a year, in summer, Miiiiiiiss vanishes from this realm entirely. No one knows where she goes. On the rare occasions that she appears to the faithful outside of her temple, they will be overcome with a feeling of excruciating awkwardness and not know what to say to her.

The Temple of Miiiiiiiss is a large institution which smells faintly of fried spam. Be warned, mobile phones are banned here, and if you chew gum be sure to bring enough for everyone. There is a large, ornate clock hanging in each room. Around the bezel of each clock the words “Time shall pass, but will you?” are engraved. One should never actually gaze directly at the face of the Clock of Miiiiiiiss, it is there for her not for you. The Primary Temple of Miiiiiiiss houses a wise Oracle. An offering of chocolate for the staff room is required in order to ask them a question. Then one must raise one’s hand and wait patiently. Unlike every other oracle ever, the Oracle of Miiiiiiiss will ensure you fully and clearly understand their answer. They may even draw diagrams.

Miiiiiiiss is omnipresent and watches the actions of her faithful with interest. The faith of Miiiiiiiss is one of the few that rigorously still records attendance, and may fine a recalcitrant worshipper for their unauthorised absence. If you are using graph paper, the goddess will keep an especially close watch over you. Just in case you are plotting something. It is said that Miiiiiiiss is almost all powerful. She was once, however, overcome by the miasma of 15 teenage boys who had been playing football on a hot day, got rained on and then applied 15 cans of Lynx Africa. Fortunately she was revived by Matronia Goddess of School Nurses with an ice pack.

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