Mankind is like a baby in a womb so outer space to us is like being born into the world. Momma Earth sits in space but we often forget that, she protect us, connects us to God because her raft of violent storms, her heat that scorns, her land that shakes can leave life in mourn, her continents torn and her oceans that form precipitation from the heavens and provide us with life, they provide us with food, her whole body is shelter, or as we call it home, the house, the crib, momma why won’t you let me live? Because she said, “Your father and I when we decided to create you, I was still in turn moil; life around me was dangerous and harsh, I myself couldn’t birth you because my body was full of poison and gases, so he took me to a rehab and I passed all my classes, my body 70% water and my land was perfect, he saw that I was fertile so we decided to birth you, part of my dirt and 70% of me is you, and a light spark from your dad, boom you were created the perfect image of us! You have elements of the stars, and minerals from me, you’re dad, well he created the pineal gland so that you can see…….
You were such a happy baby, you laughed and roam the land, when you were hungry, I made sure you were fed, the cattle, the fruit, the vegetable’s when you were sick, the fruit and vegetables grinded up made medicine, you used the water so that you’re body understood this just wasn’t regular lettuce and, the herbs I provided help you grow closer to your dad, he showed you love and I showered you with gifts. You started to grow and you began to speak, me, me, me, me, we were so proud of you, you’re intelligence was growing and we were excited to see what you would become…..well, as time grew I noticed you started to get a little darker…..you still showed love but this inner hate was starting to show….I ignored it, your father said I was being paranoid….some part of him knew that once you hit adolescence you grew into gloom. The creativity you had as a kid seem to take a turn for the worse, you went into the dark ages and you became mad with yourself. You started wars, you killed for the sport, threw part of yourself to the lions and burned part of yourself with a torch, witch hunts and lies--- Aye! Who the fuck is this kid?? I never taught you how to lie, I never taught you how to kill yourself for religion, your father installed that pineal gland for you to connect with him…I realized you were a teenager and teenagers go through crazy times….than one day, I saw a part of you come back in the renaissance period but you were still dark….
Your art was beautiful but you still seemed lost, you still seemed blood thirsty and confused, you asked questions, questions you knew the answers to…I passed it off as you trying to find yourself, I should’ve never listened to your father he said you weren’t a “bother” until you started destroying home. You started to get smarter, you begin to create, but your pineal gland was slowly over the years becoming outdated, you started to lose vision and you glasses became a book of stories that showed you right from wrong…the book had good stories but Mankind my child, please talk to your father? NO!!! This masculine energy of a rage, your outburst of wars, bombs, explosions, smoke, gases, stuff I had not experienced since before you were born, these drugs started entering my body and I was torn, pollution and trash, and you seem to not care, I was going crazy and I started to lash out with powerful storms that were out of season! “FUCK YOU!!” you demon child I lashed out, my earth started to shake and I cried, I trembled, my child is 21 and he hates me….mankind I love you….Please, I love you, please don’t leave me ravished without trees, please don’t leave, you are too young for the world and you can’t take care of home…I love you mankind, I’m sorry about my outburst….these drugs you’re putting into my system are making my seasons all quirky….please mankind, my child I love you….Momma, I love you too but please let me go, please let me grow, I’m an adult now and I want to find other life, I’m lonely in this world I want to go out and find my wife. My child, the way you are nobody is going to want to be with you, I don’t want to be an embarrassment when you visit other homes….Momma, I won’t embarrass you and I’m sorry my teen years were rough, but I had to grow from who I was, momma you know, a diamond in the rough….yes mankind my child I know, my pressure creates diamonds, so I guess my gravity created science…get it? Gravity is pressure…Yes mom, I get it… I’m sorry I didn’t realize my ways…is Dad mad? No he just wants to know why you ignore him.
I don’t ignore him…just when I was a teenager, I was conflicted about who I was and who he was….I’m starting to see now…those bible glasses helped a little and my hate starting to dwindle. Momma I’m truly sorry I will fix this mess. Thank you my child…my earthquakes, long out of season heat waves, tsunamis, and powerful hurricanes combined with blizzards….yeah what was that? I’m your mother sweetie I can only take so much, I had to punish you…I don’t care how old you are mankind, Momma has always got some tricks up her sleeve, I can bring you to your knees, so when you go out into the universe to find a splitting image of me, someone similar to you, when you get down on one knee and propose I can say I raised that man……kind. =)