Titles

I feel like talking.

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Sharing, if you will.

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How are you doing, Kiddo? Are you doing stellar? I hope so I hope so.

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So I am thinking. Yes, I am. I am thinking that the end of this year is two days away, depending on how you look at it, of course. Is the end of the world two days away? Methinks “no”, me Kiddo, methinks that I was wrong. I mean, I can make mistakes, maybe what I heard that morning was nothing more than a bad dream. Possible, yes? A bad dream believed to be a premonition out of the desperation of a spirit who yearned for answers like I do. Will the world end by the end of this year?

I don’t know, this year is not over yet.

Regardless of what I think, or, believe, the truth is that I do not know. I hope that you, me Kiddo, and your followers understand my situation and take that into account. I just woke up from a coma not long ago, I have no idea as to what is what and whom is whom and so forth. I am being honest.

However, if what is told to me is true, that I am in fact the Creator, the, Grand Creator, then I need to be myself, quite soon no less. Why? Well, you need not be a rocket scientist to see how bad things are here, why, things are much worse than we have told, on a secular level that is. On a personal level, well, things are worse. To me they are. Both Alex and Maia know what this is in regards to so I will leave this at that.

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Now, if I am in fact the Creator, the, Grand Creator, then I can do anything. Make sense? If you the reader have been following then it should make sense, sparing my time and yours from explaining why this should make sense.

I want this finished.

I need this finished.

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What will I look like. An easy way to describe my appearance is to compare my looks with a cartoon character from the nineteen-eighties known as “He-man”. Are you familiar with “He-man”? If not, Google him. Other than the fact that I will not be a cartoon character in appearance, I will stand approximately at 7 feet tall and weigh approximately 600 pounds, a guesstimate, if you will. My voice will sound that of a lion with sound effects, such as echoes. My demeanor is calm, for the most part. I do not become enraged easily. However, if I should become enraged, it will not be due to something my Family has said or have done. Let that be known.

So what might enrage me?

If a person intentionally hurt someone that I care about. Someone like my Son. Alex and Maia say “They have no idea”. Hmm. What do you think that means, me Kiddo? “They have no idea”? I mean, **shrugs** who is “they”? Could a person, or persons, intentionally hurt my Son? Well, **smiles** I certainly hope not. Wait. **thinks** . . .

Could a person, or, persons, have possibly hurt my Little Girl? Oh, I do hope not. Oh no, me Kiddo. I most certainly hope not. What’s that? “How could someone hurt your Little Angel” you ask? Well there are several ways but I will reference two. One way is to physically harm my GrandDaughter Chelsea. If someone put their hurtful hands upon my GrandDaughter Chelsea they put their hurtful hands upon Daughter as well, which would have been a mistake twice over, for obvious reasons.

Has anyone put their hurtful hands upon you, Chelsea? I hope not.

The second way is for a person, or persons, to say or to write hurtful things about my Little Angel. “Rumours”, or, “hearsay”, if you will. You know, hearsay, things that are not backed by facts, like the Bible.

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So this morning I caved and purchased tobacco for Maia. Yes, I know that She and Alex both told me “no more” but I could feel Maia wanting that morning smoke. Maia not having nicotine would not be cause for an emergency, she could get it from TG whom is now home from the hospital. TG is not in good shape. My Wives tell me that I can help her. To me, that qualifies as an emergency. Am I wrong? My Wives tell me “No”. They also know that I am not using TG’s hardship as an excuse to finish this now, for my feelings are sincere, my feelings towards my GrandDaughter, my friend. I have seen enough bad, I need to see some good, even if I need to provide the good at my expense, which will not cost me anything, not even time.

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That is, if I am in fact the Grand Creator. My Wives are nodding my head to tell me “Yes”.

Why “Grand Creator” and not “Creator” you ask? Well it certainly is not out of arrogance, for I am not arrogant. My Son is also a Creator, he Created the life on this planet. By hand. I Created my Son. By thought. Try to imagine how much work he put into Creating life on this planet, by hand. All that genetic splicing and dicing and all he had to work with was a single strand of bacteria. I didn’t Create “man”, my Son did, with the help of my Daughter and my GrandDaughter, also my Creations. As Maia had said, VON knows more than you think.

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So what do I do, me Kiddo? I mean, do I put my family of three back together? Do I keep them separated? If I put them back together, what do I do with Aphie and CJ? **sighs**

Maybe I should have a little pow-wow with my Wives, CJ, Athena and Chelsea before making a decision? I mean, I don’t know what my Little Angel and my Grand Little Angel might want, they might want something other than what I think they might want, you know?

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You know, that term, “the Grand Creator”, it simply sounds arrogant to me. However, there needs to be something that distinguishes myself from my Son, whom also is a Creator.

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Well, my Son and I are sound artists, perhaps a little play on pronunciation and spelling is of need.

Hmm.

Let me think, me Kiddo . . .

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How about, instead of the “Grand Creator”, this;

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The

(( (((CREATURE))) ))

Sound good?

It can be pronounced “Creator” and its spelling would distinguish me from my Son Charlie. Here, lets try it again;

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The

(((CREATURE)))

Well, my Wives are smiling so they must like it, yes? They nodded my head so methinks “Yes”, me Kiddo. What’s that? “What about your Daughter” you ask? Hmm. “Title-wise” you mean? Well, the public could call her “Daddy’s Little Angel” but that might make her feel uncomfortable. Embarrassed, if you will.

Hmm.

How about . . .

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The

(((CREATESS)))

Sound good?

We think so. If a goddess is the daughter of a god, then the Createss would be the Daughter of the Creature. See?

What’s that? “What about your GrandDaughter” you ask? Oh for Pete’s sake! **throws cellphone down, throws arms up in the air**

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(You know he’s kidding, right, Chelsea?)

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The

CREATINA

She would be the youngest, the “Bambina”, of the Creature’s Family, ergo, “Creatina”. Sound good, Chelsea? I even pronounced it softly with an Italian accent, just for you ☺.

WordPress is freezing up. There is something that still needs to be addressed so I will write a continuation post after I post this. Alright? Alright.

Love, VON

xx oo

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