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The Birthday

 

 

 

We think that you are killing your children when you try to set their future birthday. Birth is not what you think it is. . .

 

The Past must come first. . .     Three months before conception. . .          It will wait for this conception. . .     and if it does not happen, the Past will die. . .          In the uterus. . .

 

The Past can only be known. . .     Know what it was. . .

It chooses who to come to. . .         I don’t know if you can feel it.

 

 

An hour before conception comes The Present. . .

It does not live long and dies if it is not expected. . .         You can’t talk about it. . .

It’s always a special Day.    If you’ve had it, you know, . . .       you’ve felt it. . . 

If you didn’t have it, it can’t be explained. . .      and there is no need to.

 

Three days before the fetus leaves the uterus, the Future comes. . .              The Future of this child. . . 

If the Future has not entered, then the uterus does not release the fetus . . .       If the future is bad, then it rejects the fetus of the womb before. . .      because the uterus knows when the bad future comes. . .

It knows in advance. . 

 

Sometimes the uterus wants to kill its fetus. . .       and die itself. . .                cries for it, but there is no other way – it knows what the head does not know.

 

If the uterus dies with the fetus in it, it becomes a Grave.   So it is necessary. 

You can stop it from doing what it has to do, but it won’t change the future.

 

 

When the Future came in, that was the real birthday.

 

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Usually you do not think about us and do not expect, . . .      and somehow imagine the Future without the Future itself: “… when the child grows up then he will become… “. 

This is not the Future. . .    it’s a void.

 

 

And the child grows up and begins to build his own future, then the present, . . .      sometimes it even comes to the past.

 

This is not our Past, . . .      Present, . . .           Future. . .

So. . .

 

 

Death can take such a child. . .     without the Past. . .

It rarely takes him away. . .          No one needs the damage. . .      even Death.

You didn’t call for the Present or the Future, did you?. . .

Yes, and you often want this. . .       so that he is not born. . .           well, for a while. . .

 

 

And he’s still born sometimes. . .       this child. . .     the damage. . .                Without the Past, Present, or Future. . .        The Shit.

Don’t take offense at him. . .              You wanted it that way. . .

You decided so. . .         planned it. . .     his birthday.

 

 

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We only come when people think of us.

Then your child’s soul is born. . .     The way it should be.

If we did not come, then the soul cannot be whole.          Soon it becomes noticeable. . .

At six and a half. . .          then at thirteen. . .           then. . .

Then you don’t want to watch it yourself.

 

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That winter, the uterus pushed him out late. . .      – it didn’t know what to do with him. . . with this child. . .

He was her first. . .     then he died.         Then he came to life again, but he was no longer hers, but Death’s. . .

So he was born colorless – white. . .      .                A stranger. . .

So he lived as a stranger. . .      with them. . .           with parents.

 

 

The Future?       Well, it stayed small. . .         it couldn’t grow. . .            the shit took everything.

The Shit feeds on the Future, after all. . .           sucks like a helminth out of it.

 

If you really love the Future in a child, then it will grow up and be able to destroy the Shit. . . 

           . . .      maybe. . .

Only you have to love very much. . .       his future.

 

 

The future that is not loved dies in the child, and the shit. . .              the shit grows.

 

 

 

 

You want me to tell about the Future? . . .

 

 

No one knows what it really is. . .

It may look different. . .

To me, it looks like a little bird without wings. . .             like an egg hatched. . .          light. . .   alive.

 

We do not know where it comes from, we only see what surrounds it at this time.

We want to see the good next to it. . .          It has not been seen. . .             for a long time.

We don’t want Life to go away completely. . .

So it stays with the Future that surrounded him. . .       the Shit. . .       that looks like These. .

 

 

 

That is how they usually live. . .           until the Future dies completely. . .

Life dies too then. . .

That’s the way it works. . .

That’s how the Universe works.

 

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