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In its mother's womb. a tiny baby grows, explores the waters, and talks with the angel who is there.

~*Angel in The Waters*~

In the beginning. I was...
I was for a long time.
Then things began to happen.

Inside me, something was beating fast,
and outside, something beating slower.
For a long time, that was all I knew.

There was something soft and warm beside me.
food came from it.

My angel was there. But I did not know that.

"Who are you?"
I asked my angel.

"You will know," said my angel.
"Eat now."

The I could hear, and see.
I saw dark, and sometimes less dark.
I heard the beating inside me.
and the slow beating outside.
I heard other things,
but I did not know what they were.
"Where am I ?" I asked my angel.
"Mother," said the angel.
Mother was dark and full of Water.
There was room to swim.

There were bumps on my hands.
They grew larger and longer.
I could move them.
I put one in my mouth.
It felt good.
I put it there often.
Sometimes it was dark,
and soemtimes it was less dark.
I liked the less dark,
better than the dark.
Sounds come from there.

Sometimes...
something came, pushing.
touched it with my hand, but it always went away.

"What is it?" I asked my angel.
"That is the other world," said the angel.
"Someday you will go there."
"What is the other world like?" I asked my angel.
"It is not like this world," said the angel.
"When you go there, you will find out."

Food always came, and I ate it.
I slept with the angel close to me.
The angel was always there, in the dark and warm.

There were sounds I liked
and some sounds I did not like as well.
I heard more and more.
I listened more and more.
Sometimes things moved,
and sometimes things did not move.
When things did not move, I did.

There was one thing I did not understand.
Mother got smaller and smaller.
There was a time when I could swim,
and touch Mother was everywhere.
It became harder and harder to move.

"What is happening?" I asked my angel.
"You are growing," said my angel.
But I did not know what "growing" meant.
I slept and dreamt of swimming.

Then, when I was moving.
I suddenly found a bit more room.
Room for my head.
It felt odd, but I kept it there.
I did not know why.

"Something is going to happen," I said to my angel. "That is right," said the angel.
"It is time for you to go soon. There is not enaugh room for you here."

"When I go to the other world, where will you be?"
I asked my angel. "

"I will be there," said the angel.
"I will always be with you.
You may not see me or hear me".
"In the otehr world there are many things
to see and hear, but I will awlays be with you."
I did not want to go to the other world.
But I knew I had to.

For now, I slept.

I waited, with my angel,
and I looked at the less dark.
"She wants you to come out," the angel said.

"Who"
"Mother," said the angel.
"But I thought Mother was a place."
"She is more than a place," the angel said.
"You will find out soon."

It was dark...
and the less dark.
I needed room for my head.
I decided to go.

Then everything moved.
Things pushed me.
The waters began to leave.
I tried to hold on to them, but they left.
I was sad, but there was no room to swim anyway.

There was a long time, everything moving.

And nothing else.
No Mother.
No angel.
Nothing

Sounds came out of me.
Oh!
Loud sounds!
Nothing was anywhere!

And then something new was around me,
warm and oft.
I knew it was Mother, but different.
I was less cold.
I saw someone.
I was quiet.
It was Mother, but not all around me.
There were sounds that were new and not new.
Then I slept.

I woke up.
I was cold.
I was alone.
Where was my angel?
Oh, where was my angel?
Sounds came out of me.

Mother came.
She was all around me, just about.
I felt warm.
Things were better.
But I missed the waters.
I missed my angel.

It was quiet.
All was quiet.
I looked, and saw my angel.
It was not warm. I
t was much less dark.
But my angel was there.
"I will always be with you," said my angel.
"There are many things in this world to hear.
There are many things to see.
You will not always hear me.
You will not always see me,
but I will always be here."

"How will I know you are here?" I asked.

"When you are quiet, you will know," said my angel.

"But I like to see you and hear you and feel you," I said.
"I don't like this world.
It is too cold.
It is too big."

"It is very big, but you will grow big.
It will feel beter and warmer when you are bigger.
But there is another,
bigger world outside this one.
Someday I will take you there."

"When?" I asked my angel.
"When it is time," said my angel.

It has now been many days
since I left the waters.
There is so much to see,
and much to learn.
I like many things.

Sometimes...
when I am in my bath,
I remember the waters, and swimming.

And my angel is always there

(H B'day mom, 28Okto, fa, 7Dese, Mom's day, 22Dese)

Posted by me Wednesday, December 22, 2004

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