<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Chloe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… I can no longer travel and keep my doctors from unwarranted yet sincere concern for the one I carry … and indeed it is no longer necessary … for each day and night we gather in Insight from, round the globe … <br/><br/>… we share lives … experiences … and we practice … far from our home planet,. a small metallic object heads back toward Sol from the Oort Cloud … we find it somehow … Isis? … we learn it … oh do we learn it … ancient from the days when Sol warmed and congealed the planets ‘round her … when Tiamah formed our home and then those who preceded us and then us … a wise little hunk of metal … very massive and very small … and she will suit ours and her purposes when Isis is ready … we even have a date, time and place … and so much to do before then to prepare for what must be done after to survive and thrive and mitigate the ills in the human spirit that lead to the action we chose to take …<br/><br/>… yes, that we choose! … we pass moral judgement on the vile culture and society men have built with their drive to conquer and dominate … never again … our vow … most importantly, not next … for after next we will have ot leave this that Tiamah made for us and find a new place … for all too soon this place will not be viable for us …<br/><br/>… so Isis and I approach the day when we have decided she is to take her first breath … I am so in awe of our daughter … she has slowly revealed her awareness to us … and made ever so certain to us that it will take her years to learn to manifest herself in the body she’s developing and has yet to even begin to manage …<br/><br/>… I sit with Kimmie and Huguette and Mernon and Tangie after a dinner where I ate sparsely … all my inner space is taken by Isis’ body …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So tomorrow is the equinox and our time, me and Isis. We’ve decided. She’s full term, right Tangie? So it’s time for her soul to learn to operate the body built for her. She says her sister will be born on the solstice, Kimmie. Somehow and I’m, certainly unaware, the two communicate. The language they use and communications channel are ones I don’t recognize. Yet Isis represents herself as her sister’s speaker. Good enough for me.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… take a tiny sip of the red wine that we all – including Isis – agree suits our current needs … she has been very clear about her dietary needs … and I’m happy too oblige … even the dill pickles …</em></span></span><br/>