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.
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.
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.
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.