<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  Chloe! … dear Goddess no not my Chloe! … no please no … but everything she says rings true against the most ancient prophecies … that it is possible to see the future … that one of the descendents would be the first … never a when or a why or a how … yet the what of this was so very clear in the deep teaching …  teaching Chloe had never received … icy knowledge … now I must serve … now I must support …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  I hold them both … dear children … Chloe does what she must to clear the cusp … a cusp, a razor’s edge in time and space where the tiniest decision can move the universe … and she knows and can see down the many ways that all converge here … Kimmie chooses … feel Chloe accept Kimmie’s choice … a choice I can only assume was taken freely yewt none of us can move freely … maybe Chloe can … maybe … Kimmie takes my hand … I kiss her forehead … then Chloe’s …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Chloe. Baby. My daughter. I’m so very sorry! So very very sorry!”</span></span><br/><br/><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>… Kimmie makes the choice I had hoped she would … selfish hope … very selfish … feel her choice and futures disappear as possibilities slam close like doors before a hurricane … feel her join in what is here and what is to come … now to Mother … Mother I sense knows more of this than I did … I learned in my cells of something from long ago … I wil learn what Mother knows but not now … Mother’s kiss is ice … she expresses her sadness … a deep sigh ripples through me …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, the hand of she who rides the turtle is on this. I can feel her in my core. But enough. the struggle is not yet upon us. Let’s go to Aunt Becky’s. Uncle Joel is being taken care of and we have nothing more to do here.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  relax my arms around them both … MOther starts … asks what I know of Joel …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “He played his part Mother. He is part of the force that brought Kimmie into my life and the opening of my eyes. Amor fati, if we do not love our fate, it will ride us to our death. Joel rejected his fate. Perhaps our sister can save him. We cannot. We will mourn him in time but that is not now.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… it’s so interesting how this works … I have choices to look down paths or not … and for many paths I have foreknowledge of where it leads which makes the path unworthy of examination in the my new vision … others will require that and those I must choose carefully … so many roads and only enough time and energy to look down a few … we reach the car and I fish the keys out …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, please take the back seat please. Kimmie needs to learn how to get to Aunt Becky’s.”</span></span><br/>