I've managed to propagate a god.
Just a little one, a wild god of place. I've made a little mountain valley for it, on a table by the window.
I'm working on the assumption that the Baas-Becking conjecture applies to gods. That seeds of divinity are everywhere all the time, and grow where conditions are most suitable.
So I've made a loci. Two big rocks and some soil, all covered in moss. A little pump keeps a waterfall flowing down between the rocks, into a pool. I've planted an oak sapling too. It's just 6 inches high right now but looks nice and healthy.
I've been leaving offerings. Little things, a few times a day. Tiny silk strings on the tree, like clootie cloths. Crumbs near the pool, or a candle at night.
I poured out some whiskey last night and - just for a second - I could smell heather blossom and sun warmed bracken. Best of all was when I dropped a silver coin into the pool. It fell slowly into depths that weren't there, much much deeper than the tray, and the oak tree burst into flower. A flowering oak tree! Must be a whimsical god.
I suppose I'll have to plant it out one day, once it gets too big.















