However you conceive of Maya – goddess of the palace of delusion, head nurse in the human funny-farm, or warden of our dreamstate prison – you are being fanciful and inaccurate if you make her seem somehow other than yourself. As with your Little Bastard, Maya is an aspect of you, so you can imagine this querulous couple sitting on your shoulders urging you in opposite directions. Which is angel and which is demon depends on which way you want to go; upward into awakening or deeper into sleep.