The Queen of Heaven
Sophia, the Queen of Heaven, was troubled by the ignorance of the humans in the world below. Humans were stuck, mired in their material view of reality. When she discovered Dr. Raphael Quinn, an obscure professor of psychology, she thought she had finally found her agent of change. However, reaching Quinn, let alone educating him, was no simple matter. She tried a prophetic dream, and when that failed a vision. When the vision failed to awaken Quinn, she realized she needed to assume a corporal form which she built up out of Quinn’s mind and came to earth via a chariot of the gods (what modern humans perceive as a UFO). She did not anticipate that the energy expenditure of physical manifestation would be so great that she would be trapped in the material world. If she were ever to leave Earth she would need the assistance of her sister, the Blessed Virgin Mary.
An excerpt from the Queen of Heaven:
There were not many humans in the Apple Store. It was a good thing that Sophia went unnoticed, because it allowed her to watch, simply watch, the humans without intruding. She stood absolutely still and followed one woman with her eyes. The female stopped at the third pedestal over and lightly ran her finger across a flat surface in a light caress. She must have received some sort of message because her face lit up momentarily in response, but almost as suddenly her face darkened. She moved on to the next pedestal, and the next, each time swiping her finger lightly. Each time there was a gentle, almost loving smile on her face, each time followed by a slight frown. Finally, the woman came to a pedestal with a surface that involved her more deeply. The look on her face was one of rapture.
Sophia now began to understand the power, the raw power! of the idols. Watching the woman, Sophia could see that she had chosen, no doubt about it. Something special had developed between this woman and the last device. Sophia expected that the woman would leave something of hers next to the pedestal as a sign of respect—a flower perhaps, a thimble-full of wine—but there was nothing, nothing! No, instead the woman called the priest over, they went into the back, she gave the priest a card that contained credits, and she left the Apple Store with her little god in a bag.