<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>…  we go to the University … casual introductions … an American researcher with a line that cannot be done there … they’ve heard it before … we go to a small conference room with a very large marker board … and there I show them … first the biochemistry … variations on progesterone … they are not impressed nor do I expect them to be … yet then I discuss the data … Kimie, but not by name … mice and rhesus monkeys … and data … and a desire to rebuild the data here and build six sigma statistics … and a few get it … the promise, not the destroyed data … ‘show me’ … over lunch, tentative support .. over lunch too, Carlotta intrudes and I stop … hold up a hand … and feel her pass … her chrystal is so clear … Gurdjieff would be happy had he known … accept Carlotta’s gift … part of it personal to only me … most though for me to share with our company and the wider sisterhood …  such wonder … the redemptive … to give one’s life so willingly and the energy in that is passed top those one chooses … <br/><br/>… return to the conversation … I have a lab! … animals … rats and soon rhesus … an amazingly enough, possible human volunteers … several sceptics around the lunch table … hear my voice enlist them as contemporaneous auditors … smiles all around …<br/><br/>… the afternoon is spent identifying facilities … until 4 o’clock anyway … two who are working on uterus transplant … with the door closed and trust promised, I show them something else … how to make stem cells that form into a womb and ovaries … and how to build that from male testicles .... we talk a long time … none of us are certain … we design biochemistry and experiments and one of them is more than willing to embark on this new avenue … frustration plus an idea is powerful …<br/><br/>… Tangie listens and watches and in the car to our quarters, expresses optimism …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Tangie, you are the morals and ethics for this. Make us explain it! We do things no one has ever contemplated except in fiction. Please be brutal.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  she agrees … we arrive at our building and proceed to dinner … Kimmie is already there … go to her .. perhaps she sees the weariness behind my smile … she is a sight for my sore eyes …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I think we succeeded today. Better than I’d hoped. I have news too. Peace, Kimmie.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… we sit together and I’m happy simply holding hands with the other parent of the child I carry … the others join us … I summon the sisters who serve us too … when all are gathered … and with Huguette’s help, join with our Sisters around Gaia…</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Sisters all. Hear and spread the word. The Eldest Carlotta has passed into the hands of the goddess. She passed gloriously. She has named me, Chloe Dawson as her successor. I am not worthy and need all of your support to do what must be done in these increasingly troubled times. Gird yourself for war!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Carlotta’s locket burns! … holding hands with Kimmie … the rest around our table seem joined … the energy from the global sisterhood surges … waiting to be focused …<br/><br/>… a thought only … ’abide, Sisters … not yet’ …<br/><br/>… squeeze Kimmie’s hand … release the larger gathering … back to here with my Kimmie … she has been through the ringer! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “You okay baby? Tell me about your day.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… salads are served … I’m hungrier than I though  …</em></span></span><br/>