Supreme God, at the blast of your nostrils, the waters gathered in heaps, the floods stood upright like a wall, and the deep waters of the sea congealed.
Chariots, soldiers, and mortals had been cast into the sea by Him; the chosen shepherds had all sunk to the seabed.
You blew with your wind, and the sea drowned them;
They sank like lead in the mighty waters.
He had seen the affliction our forefathers suffered in Egypt, yet He had not heeded their pleas by the sea,
He alone stretched out the heavens and walked upon the waves of the sea.
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Leodero's consciousness briefly grew hazy. He watched the believers below, who were working through the night to hang blue-and-white flags and insignia symbolizing the God of Thunder and Truth inside the Earth Mother's churches. The faint chanting in his ears seemed to draw a little closer again.
He was gradually able to make out what those noisy, unceasing voices were saying. They were life-forms from past worlds and other planets, praising the might of the supreme Creator.
Countless alien languages mingled among them. Leodero had never left Earth, but now he could understand their words.
Because he "was their god now, too."
More interestingly, once Leodero understood the languages of these alien life-forms, he also naturally came to know everything about those civilizations and beings, as though he had known it all along and was merely remembering it now... It was so natural that there was not even the basic rejection response that ought to have occurred: "a headache caused by temporary difficulty adjusting to a massive influx of information."
Leodero felt no love for these races. He did not consider them his believers, nor did he think he needed to show them any special concern. Yet, like