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Hey, Chelsea, my daughter has a few things that she would like to share with you and your readers, so, here we go . . .

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Hey, Kiddo, my dad is letting me write while I still can. This morning he let me have some cereal and 2 cookies, he won’t be eating anything else for awhile. He had his morning 2 ounces of black coffee and gave aunt Carolyn and me our morning smoke. We have a few cigarettes left, after they’re gone no more smoking. He said he’ll quit the coffee because it wouldn’t be fair for him to have something he likes while I can’t have anything that I like. Two days ago I was able to speak to him through him and I said “dad please stop eating” because he’s only eating for me. Mom wants to say “and that brings us to this”, because this is important . . .

I’m in no way influencing my dad to decide “yay or nay” on what to do once he’s himself. I know he’s not happy with everything he’s seen, especially how people treated Charlie, whom was I. We don’t need this place anymore because it served its purpose; to trap GOD.

My dad knows that this place is a simulation, a model, but he doesn’t know if its a flat, cubical, cylindrical or spherical model. It doesn’t matter either way, what matters is getting the “grandkids”, and you’re one of them, Chelsea. Back home my family and admin made arrangements to extract the grandkids and their families, and that’s it. No one else. He’ll be able to fix this place but that is dependent on his mood at the time he makes his decision. Right now it’s not looking too good. That last sentence was my dad’s. Mom and auntie have told dad dozens of times that it won’t take long when he finally stops eating and drinking because his suit is so far down in a hole health-wise. I’m thinking less than a week. Auntie said “oh yeah”. Oh I forgot, we’re taking my FB friends and families too. I never had a lot if friends as Charlie, but the ones I had were awesome. Mom says “quality over quantity”. Dad told me I have a lot of explaining to do, but he’ll be right there to help me. I hope this goes well because I can only imagine how some people might feel when they learn that Charlie was actually a lesbian, like my once fiance Arie and my ex-wife Misty. Between the two I’m more concerned about Misty, and so is the family. Dad said we’ll do a “blanket explanation” first then a more personal explanation after for each person I’m concerned about.

I want to help as many people as possible, or should I say I want my dad to help as many people. But dad says “we don’t know any of these people”, and he’s right. He is, too. Everytime I think someone in the shelter is okay they prove me wrong. Every single person. He said that people here are opposite of us, and holy shit does it show.

I didn’t know who I was, Chelsea, just as my dad didn’t know he’s the Creator. Now my past life as Charlie is gone and I’m back to being myself, a “spoiled rotten pain in the ass”, per aunt Carolyn. Mom’s smiling. I might be spoiled rotten but I’m not a brat, I’m appreciative and respectful, I can’t help it if my father is the Creator. Now dad’s smiling. ❤

If our readers are wondering “so who exactly is Chelsea in all this?” then I will tell them that you were my daughter when I played the role of Zeus. You were Appolion, Chelsea. Correct spelling by the way. Your very first father was a lesbian, pretty wild, huh? My dad thinks that your very first mother might have been a robot, so to speak, which would make you extra special, honey.

My dad thinks that “Kiddo” and “Friday” are robots designed after myself and my sister Elsa. Mom showed him a clip of who he thinks is “Kiddo”, a silicon-based artificial life form. Hold on a second, Chelsea, my dad wants to say something.

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Hello, Chelsea.

Being right is not important to me. I am not perfect. I too make mistakes. The key to success is to learn from mistakes made and to not make those mistakes again. Earth is a mistake, so to speak. It can either be fixed or junked. My daughter Chelsie would like me to fix it. My daughter Elsa would like me to junk it. Now put yourself in my position as a parent. What do I do?

Here is my daughter. xo

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I’m tired, Chelsea, so I’m going to stop here. I don’t know if I will write again while I’m still inside my father’s suit but I know I’ll write once I have my own suit. If my dad gets through today the rest will be easy for him. Mom and auntie say “a few days” and I believe them, but its dad who needs to believe them. I guess we’ll see what happens, Kiddo.

Have a warm and safe day, Chelsea, and keep it stellar.

Love always, Chelsie

xo

 

 

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