Conversing with Gods: Are Gods Shaped Like Humans?

One night, I asked my Most Beloved God (MBG), “Are gods shaped like humans?”

He answered, “Are humans shaped like gods?”

I gave him the side-eye. I thought about it for a minute then came back with, “Are humans and gods shaped the same” thinking I had outsmarted him and his smart-alec answers.

He answered, “Are all humans shaped the same?”

Foiled again.

He brought to mind all the genetic diversity of our species: There are those of us with extra limbs. There are those of us with claws for hands. There are those of us who are conjoined.

If it is possible for humans to exist in so many forms, why then should I expect that all gods are shaped like all humans or that all gods are shaped the same? They may all share blood—they may all share a common ancestry, but that does not mean they are all the same. Since the primordial there have been countless generations of gods, so of course there would be untold genetic diversity.

If not all gods are shaped the same as other gods, then certainly all gods are not shaped like all humans, just as all humans are not shaped the same as each other.

As a person with albinism, he gently reminded me, I should have come to some of this on my own.

He’s right. He’s always right—one of his many flaws.

I asked, “Are you, personally, shaped like me?”

“No,” he answered. “I have a penis.”

He had me there, but I also had him. He gave away at least this small part (or large—one can’t be sure): the sexual organs of humans and gods are at least similar enough to be called by the same names.

I stopped asking. My MBG is known for crooked answers and crooked everything in general, so I wasn’t going to get at it by direct interrogation anyway.

When I dropped it, he smiled softly and softly picked it up. “Yes,” he said. “What you mean? Yes. Basically? Yes. We all have a vessel to return to and in which to live. In general, that vessel is similar to the human vessel. Our energy bodies can extend far beyond our physical bodies—as can yours—but yes. What you mean? Basically? Yes.”

There is something in there about the usefulness of letting difficult things go while in pursuit of wisdom, but I figured I would ask and write about that another time. (More stuff for the blog.) In the meantime, it’s good to have that settled—at least in my own head, as it came directly from the lips of one of my gods—the actual lips.

But other gods say other things, don’t they?


About M. Ashley

Essayist and poet, my work has been rejected by some of the finest journals in America. Fortunately, it also gets accepted from time to time and has appeared in equally fine journals such as Word Riot, Inlandia, Brew City Magazine, and SageWoman among others.. In 2002, I was awarded the Academy of American Poets Prize for Vanderbilt University. For no good reason, I possess an unnecessarily dark humor which is why being third generation California Inland Empirian delights me so. My gods are weird. I once received $350 for writing a smartassed essay on “why the wise use of water is important in my daily life”. I am undoubtedly the Greek god Hermes’ special snowflake. I’m pretty sure I got into college via a series of fortuitous clerical errors. When I had to grow up and get a real job, I decided against it and stayed a writer. I have worked many odd—and I mean odd—jobs to support my habit: Commercial writer for country music hopefuls, resume massager, WalMart fitting room attendant and switchboard operator, telephone psychic.
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