<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? … oh … Mother! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Don’t go far Kimmie, this won’t take long!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… glare at Mother, daring her … she doesn’t disappoint …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Chloe, Uncle Joel is ridden. You know what that means. You felt it when you performed the cleansing. We need you to continue your training because more and more like Joel are succumbing to the forces we know are deployed against our species. Please Chloe, I beg of you, please reassociate with the elders here and carry through with what the can teach you. I know you’re very busy and have taken on a partner which will consume even more of your time. But you know that you have the rare talent and you know how to learn and …”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she sputters out … reach across the table and take her hands …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, I will consider it. I promise I will visit with the goddess and seek her counsel.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  her eyes plead …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, dearest Mother. Circe. Look into my heart. What I do is all with her counsel. You and your associates have a programmed path that she has you follow and you know that my rare talent leads me elsewhere. I will consider what you ask in counsel with the one who guides us all. Trust me Mother, the Kali Yuga is upon us and the goddess dances on the skulls of her enemies. Yes, I have learning I can do if I give it time and sacrifice time for other things  and I promise I will consider. But your sisters fail to understand what I know and you sense, my talent is different. Please Mother Circe, please help them know that I lead and they serve and that we all advance for it.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Mother squeezes my hands … this is not the first such conversation … I don’t like bludgeoning her this way yet Kali dances and she and they fail to catch the beat … Maitreya may approach and they have no clue … and I fight to stay humble and accept what the goddess counsels … the other way is the real death and to that we all cannot surrender …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Breathe Mother. Joel may be lost and we can do nothing. We can save Elizabeth and Daddy. We always start small, so let’s do that!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  her shudder and grip tells me she surrenders to what I have been entrusted with … we as yet have no name for this and I’m the only one we know yet we suspect there are others like me or will be soon … I relax my grip on her hands and let go … sit back … realize I’m bathed in sweat and my clothes are soaked …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Mother, I am Kali! Acknowledge that! Please Mother who bore me. I like this less than you! Much must change and we know not how to do so yet we cannot stop the dance. I’m sorry for Joel, truly. But he is why we dance, why I must dance even though I desire to still my feet on his skull.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Circe’s eyes blaze and finally surrender … the curse when a mother has no choice but to yield to her daughter … our lights go back to the turtle emerging with the lotus when Tiamat calmed chaos … I’ve no clue how I find calm within yet the goddess within counsels calm and biology and accepts Kimmie … alas, poor Kimmie …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  I stand … lift Mother and embrace her … then turn to look for Kimmie … Kimmie with whom the child may be borne in me … a wonder I cannot comprehend …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Kimmie! Please, we need you!”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  Kimmie is how I stay grounded … she is Joel reborn …</em></span></span><br/>