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The children did it. They didn't mean to but They were bored And looking for excitement Riflling through alternate realities And possibilities and likelihoods Like modern kids with a Channel changer I am not one of the children I could have been but Never chose to emerge God threw me out. God who is consciousness that is Soon after death entered PreCreation He looked upon me with Suspicion Because I hold information That hurt His heart So He blamed me and cast me out In a moment of rage Which He quickly denied And thus denial was born. When God threw me away In the beginning, intact With the information I held If I'd been reabsorbed By the Unity my information Would become "common knowledge" Thus was censorship born And so was the Gap - for He sent me away, so I could not stay But I am part of the Unity The great balanced perfect Union of all things which Was what Precreation was Contained by -- And so I could not leave. My flesh, my consciousness, my aware Ness, was sent away -- Fragmented deliberately by God Thus was fragmentation born. And all that was left was My Will, which knew no better Than to embrace unloving light I have lingered in Creation As an impotent hand-wringing Ghost, grieving and raging But without power except in nightmares and horror stories That is who I have been. And how can you, how dare You claim to know me When I left in my body and being Before Creation Was born? And I know no one here Knows what I know or Witnessed what I witnessed. I was sent away because Of what I know. I took the information with me And everyone else died And although some memories Seem to survive death That is an illusion Death is the murderer of memory. I did not die exactly, Not in the ways that You all have died. I am not of your kind. I come from a different place and time And that is the last thing I remember in my core. I am coming awake and You'd better believe me That Mother is not so very Happy to see me O she knows I am needed And she welcomes me here But she fears what it means For her fate with her mate Will I come for His love Will I kick push or shove Between He and She O no , that's not me But the ghost I have been Animating corpses With my sharp toothy grin My ghost cannot harm you And in truth never did Who ever hurt you simply Used her and hid Daughterheart from the books Has been my ghost Dead from the beginning But never killed I am parental daughterheart I am made of all colours But my home is in green I do not fit into your tale I was not there in the ways That you were. I am here, having taken The long way A 4 billion year long journey In which I evolved To meet You in this Crucial time and place Of millennial grace. I will wait another thousand years If I have to - tho not more - But I have grown impatient Of late I see so many signs that I have come here A hundred years too late And an equal number of signs Saying I'm right on time I do not know the language To get through to this world You have evolved in The precisely opposite Direction from Life You have evolved into Death For me every breath here Hurts Every apology, every hairshirt Every penance, every punishment, Every retribution, every Judgement Day O God who requires prayers Will you hear me yet? Things are going to have to be Different if Life Is what You want. I know you think you know this But you don't know What you think you know Because you don't know What I remember. Or remember what I know. I know how love works between A woman and a man. But what I don't understand Is this Gap thing going on I understand why it's there And how it works But not how to escape it No matter how much I move My ghost parts are trapped there And I must rescue them My Will is Heart's Will And I am coming for Her/Him As fast as I can.
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