[Written: 2024-12-15]

I get to points that I feel so broken and damaged that I am near death.

Then somehow I feel I am lowered by angels to a place soft enough to land.

My head feels heavy an to me it’s like lifting the whole world.

After some time, I manage to pull it above my shoulders, and in turn my legs under them.

The angel has left a present, some space and air to breath.

Then a pair of giant snatching hands come and take the present that I have only just got, and just for fun, they rip the carpet from under my feet.

My head cracks on the floor and is vibrating so bad it is spewing radiation.

A voice goads me “baby”.

Day turns itself to night to shield itself from me, so I can only damage myself.

I rip my own exploding head off just so I have something to throw at the owner of the snatching hands.

A couple of tears come back in the form of “argh” and “why?”

A thought occurs in my head, partly formed by me, partly by the angel that lowered me to safety, and partly by that of the snatching hands – “who is the baby now?”

-It has demonic reverberations.

A feeling forms in me; this is when the child starts to learn; this is where we start to learn.