<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5829/or58vihjdmk8mehzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Isis Dawson<br/>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… my sister is borne and my birth sperm donor passes to sustain her … she and our other birth parent are safely in that which was my birth mother … and so we begin our lives together …<br/><br/>… so first we must learn these bodies we inhabit and then teach them to meet the needs of our wills … Mother Chloe is very good at showing us these things and now that Mother Kimmie is with her our learning accelerates … my sibling is so focused and absorbs like a sponge … their nervous system integrates faster than mine did …<br/><br/>… one remarkable thing is that my sibling is not at all gender specific … whether their body will be male or female in appearance they don’t reveal though adults around our mother’s seem quite concerned …  … I only know enough about who they are to know that I must give them all I can and in the end will give my all again as I did at the end of the last time I incarnated … or at least I know no other way to conduct my existence …<br/><br/>… after substantial urging on my part, we agree to call them <abbr title="”water born” lotus">Jalejāta</abbr> and use universal singular pronouns such as they and them … that comes from something we found in a corner of Mother Chloe’s huge vocabulary … I tell our Mothers of the choice … Mother Kimmie doesn’t seem totally happy …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “It’s only a name, dear Mothers. They will need a name eventually and Jalejāta works as well as any.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and we grow … I walk early and Jalejāta almost prematurely early …  Auntie Tangie is very pleased with our physical development … we laugh together inside as we play with her … or rather she thinks she’s testing us and we’re being coy and playing with her … we know we’ll be weird sisters soon enough as more people encounter our presence …<br/><br/>… speaking is very different for us … I’m using language as fast as I can convince my tiny throat to make the sounds our Mothers and Aunt Tangie and the other sisters will find intelligible … my sister spends no time on their language … together we learn to vocalize a language that we will use together for the rest of our lives … only some of those who play with those machines they call computers would recognize the structure of our language … the subject-predicate structures most people use is useless for speaking the language of mind and consciousness and nature and creation … order from chaos as great grandmother Tiamat did is not that … and we cannot use that to make the survival of this species to whom we belong though separated at opposite ends of its time … me from it’s eldest days and they from its ending … so we create a language that we can use mind to mind and oral to aural and none will be wiser to what we say to each other … they tell that they’ll learn human languages later when they understand the limitations of those languages better … this I do not comprehend and she tells me not to worry … this is the first place they separate from me and show their own identity …<br/><br/>… eating is one place we set ourselves apart … we focus on simple vegetables and less cooked foods and carefully observe the nutrients that our Mothers obtain from animal protein that others who practice the diet we choose must acquire from nutritional supplements because they do not know how to teach their cells and proteins … Aunt Tangie tells Mothers Chloe and Kimmie that our blood has proteins and cells that the organic chemists and cell biologists are marveling at … Mother Chloe investigates too and tells us via our enhanced Insight that we do well … she offers some suggestions every so often too and we sometimes take those up though not the way she suggested … we know our cells better than Mother Chloe, though she knows more than many who are looking at our blood and skin and saliva and mucous and other things we let them take … with our Mothers, we draw the line at biopsies … the risk from the needles we will not take …<br/><br/>… we reject the books they give us … once when Mother Chloe asks, we tell her that we read the book of the universe and have no need for printed words on pages … to prove this, I take one of her biology papers and tell her the mistakes … my sister giggles … Mother Chloe’s eyes widen and she acknowledges the flaws and tells us she’s going to hide us from the biologists and chemists because they will want to use up all our time that we obvious to her and Mother Kimmie are using for our own learning …<br/><br/>… we are not yet ready to begin to engage with Mother Chloe’s Sisterhood in their gatherings … we attend and dance with them when we can yet spend most of our time silently looking inward and beyond … the past is ours to read at will … the future ours to create …</em></span></span>