The Child

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“I never create anything until I see the light. I always create light first. Then whatever I see to create comes right along with seeing it. I get as much thrill out of watching it come to my consciousness as you do seeing it come to your consciousness. We create it together I just tell you what is there as soon as I know it is there. Thoughts are like that. Ideas are in the light. Concepts come right behind them. But all the time I know something good is on its way to us.

I got the idea from the opposite. I was swimming under water. I could see something move in the darkness just beyond the blur at the edge of what I could view. They came. Movement became things that were moving. Then at last the entire thing was in view and I was thinking ahead of it knowing what I saw whether it was a fish or another kid. When they got into sight I realized who they were by their faces. That is how intimate I always am with things that come into consciousness.

It is a flash. Then something moves or betrays itself in some way. But it is always already there, sometimes trying to deceive most times not. Those that come to me come right on time and I recognize them just in time to see more and they are all around me as I broadcast to them to you and all around them and they recognize them at the same time I recognize them. And... Then there is not anymore to them. They are what they are and I am happy and they are happy.

If you believe the truth. It is like putting clothes on it. It can take a minute, an hour, days, even a year or more. But if you keep rejecting the lies the deception clears up and there is nothing left. But if it is not deception you have something and nobody else saw it before we do,” I told the little one that was from me when sex with its mother just was not like it had always been and there was something messy, something real messy that came from the sex and I was left not with what was messy but with what there was that made it messy in an unusual way.

Liars have outdone themselves. There is something different about something that is created in the truth. I could tell his mother knew also. But we did not know what it would be until it was here. Then there it was... a little one all the way along.

Of course I did not tell it that. There was no way it could understand but it knew just the same. It recognized it from what I told it. Silent but just for a moment its eyes locked on something in its mind and it knew.

When a lie comes it is all dark like a night when the moon was up all day long and set about sundown when the clouds moved in. They start with nothing but the voice of a liar. They have to put them together no matter how well they have rehearsed them. But there is something coming then too, the end of the deception when they have to admit the questions you asked revealed they had been dressing up the lie completely until there was nothing left not even clothing just darkness.

They had nothing to add and there was no other way to put it together. You can take God all the way if you do that. Then he knows you know what he knows and you have found your buried treasure enough to share with anyone ever made of anything for any purpose no matter who made it for that very purpose. But you just have to believe the right clothes is truth and that truth is higher than even God and in the end we all stand and look up to it.

To make something higher than he is in true clothes! Is not God grand!! The truth is what we are. Perfectly true clothing is the only way you can see God and us.

Geniuses are her children. But they all go mad and talk about what does not matter, never did and will be nothing but irrelevant because they dismissed God. God likes to get into what they see though it is irrelevant anyway for it is truth dressed in perfectly right clothes.