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Hello, Kiddo.

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Lets do something different.

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Are you doing stellar?

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I hope you are.

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So, the difficulty that I am having is being me. I do not know for certain whom I am. I only know what I am told. That alone is puzzling.

If I use memories, are they mine? If so, which ones?

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If I remember something, how am I remembering it? Was it something that I once experienced? Was it something that I had seen remembered by Charlie?

Who was Charlie, Kiddo?

Then again, who’s Kiddo?

Is Kiddo my GrandDaughter?

Or,

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is Kiddo my Daughter.

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This goes back to my Son Charlie. Charlie had said something about Kiddo waking up as Athena. A rather odd thing to say, yes? He said something about Athena waking up at the table during dinner, why, that would be awkward.

Lets leave that aside.

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I sometimes feel that there are too many characters in this story, however, I do not know whom they are.

They could be anybody.

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If this universe is a physical thought, then everything and everyone inside is fictional.

Well, almost everyone is fictional.

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What if, Charlie was not real? What if Charlie was myself in abstract? Why, that would change everything. Lets think about this.

Lets think of Charlie, CJ, Aphie and Chelsea as being “costumes”. Now I mean no disrespect to them whatsoever, I am simply being open-minded, if you will. Take this photo of Athena for example . . .

In Athena’s hand lies Nike, the goddess of victory, so I am told. Who exactly is Nike? I mean, where exactly is Nike? Could she be in the palm of my Daughter’s hand? Still?

Could Chelsea be Nike? **shrugs**

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Could Nike be my Daughter Athena’s abstract? Is Chelsea covering for my Daughter Athena? That is, if Chelsea is Nike.

Could Athena and Nike be the same? If so, then my Son was correct. Was Charlie my Son? Was Charlie my costume, so to ask.

Confusing, yes I know, then again, that is the purpose of this post.

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What if, my Son ran away. If he is an abstract thought, then my thought would have ran away, like a runaway train. My thought escaped me, so to speak. If that’s the case, then my Wife Maia found my costume.

So! What exactly is the costume you ask. The costume is the soul, not the body. For my Wives and I to enter this world, we need to enter in spirit form. We take over the souls of our Children while they sleep, it is possible that my Daughter knew this, perhaps told to her by my Son. This might have scared her into “running away” and “hiding” inside my GrandDaughter. Oh, I think that I am onto something oh yes I do. If things went right, Athena would have been born into my Son’s family as his sister, twin sister to be precise. Chelsea would have been born into the same family but as a younger cousin to my Son, keeping the family together. However, things did not turn out as planned.

When we come here, I take over my Son and Alex (Hera) takes over my Daughter (Athena). Once they’re taken over, I would clone Alex to give Maia her own body. Both my Wives would then look exactly alike, removing any possibility of myself preferring one’s looks over the other’s; they are identical twins. After they have bodies, we then bring my Son and my Daughter back, either supernaturally or naturally. But they are brought back regardless. **Hera-nod** My GrandDaughter would remain as whom she is physically, except she would be proven whom she is in the Real World, just as the other GrandChildren would be. Speaking of GrandChildren; Aphie. Aphie was not supposed to be inside my Son Charlie. So when I bring her back as Aphie, her parents will be Hera and myself. Which will make Aphie Athena’s sister and Maia’s niece. Ah yes, sounds like good times, good times indeed, I can smell the sibling rivalry simmering on the stove oh yes I can tis true. CJ had parents once, so in turn, she can have parents again, meaning, CJ will not be our Daughter. Do I expect Athena and Aphie to get along? No. Do I expect them to respect each other? Yes.

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So. Hera is confident about her return and so is Maia. I don’t know when I will go outside other than soon. Kiddo (Chelsea) is not Athena. Athena is hiding behind Kiddo, so to speak. Maia and Hera are going to tell me exactly what happened in regards as to why Aphie was inside my Son, after they tell me it will never be discussed again, by anyone, to anyone.

Alright, Athena?

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“So who are the main characters” you ask?

My Son – Charlie

My Daughter – Athena

My GrandDaughter- Chelsea

My Great GrandSon –

Mowzer possesses a soul. Not a human soul, yet a soul.

My Son boo is the physical abstract of myself, literally. Charlie is the literal abstract of boo, in physical form, the same applies to Athena in regards to KDDO. KDDO, like boo, will never grow old. So that she can exercise her maternal instincts, I gave her a child, so to speak. I gave her a cat. Kiddo is KDDO’s cat, in abstract, in physical form. Kiddo has displayed the traits of a cat when she lived with Charlie and Arie, she could sleep all day and be out all night, she would come and go as she pleased, and she would take off and be gone for days.

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Years ago, Charlie’s best friend Big D once told him that a girl he knew had said “GOD is a cat”. They both had laughed. When I said that I once looked like a werewolf, I did not mean that I was a werewolf. It will be interesting to see someone take my photo, what will they see? A man with the head of a lion? Oh my!

Was this post helpful? It was for me. And no, Kiddo, you are not a cat, your soul is simply modeled after one. One of a kind, so to speak.

Anywho, it is naptime. I have more to write but it can wait for now, for now I need a catnap. 🙂

Enjoy your day, Kiddo, be safe and keep it stellar.

Love,

VON

xx oo

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