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Purpose of Conception-Origin/Creation Myth


How does conception process? Why do we take days on end to become a being of someone else? What happens as God looks down at the child, telling her, ¨You shall live¨.

He tells Little Seed, ¨I will give you to someone who will love you, nurture you, care for you, little seed. If not, I´ll still be here for you.¨

As the mighty God gives her a spell of love, she begins to sprout. The cells that make her up turn into tiny shapes of fists, thumbs, toes, and many more. He shapes her little human snout identical to her mother´s.

Little Seed looks round as she sucks her thumb, where am I? She thinks to herself, anxious to find out more.

Mother whispers to little seed, ¨Almost Little Seed, almost.¨ What does that mean? Whose voice is that?

Fathers voice sounds, ¨I can't wait to meet you, Little Seed.¨

Little Seeds lays back and listens. This wasn't God talking to her, she knew that.

¨Who are these voices that speak to me?¨ Little Seed asks God.

¨You´ll find out soon, Little Seed.¨ He says.

Little Seed lays back again and sucks her thumb, taking in the warmth of the womb. She keeps hearing the voices talk to her with loving words.

¨We have a room just for you!¨

¨Fido wants to see you too, Little Seed!¨

¨I know you will be as beautiful as your Mommy, Little Seed!¨

¨Little Seed, it's almost time for us to meet!¨

What does that mean? Little Seed thinks to herself. Why do these voices keep saying these things to me?

Little Seed becomes conscious of her space in the comforting womb she has known as home. Her tiny toes tipped the walls, and her arms felt cramped against her chest.

¨Mighty Father, I am feeling rather uncomfortable.¨ Little Seed calls up to God.

¨Hang tight little seed, I will give you a bigger home soon.¨ God replies.

Little Seed sits back, again, and sucks her thumb.

She begins to hear more voices speak to her.

¨You´ll be meeting your mommy soon, Little Seed!¨

Not another voice! Little Seed thinks to herself. She knew they weren't the angels that cared for her in heaven, and she for sure knew it wasn't God.

All of a sudden, Little Seed feels tug, a discomforting tug.

¨Mighty Father, what is happening to me?¨ Little Seed asks God.

¨I am bringing you to your new home, Little Seed.¨”God replies.

But the tugging went on, and Little Seed feels herself move! Before she knew it, she was no longing sitting in a warm, comfortable womb, but in a cold, bright room. Little Seed cries as soon as she felt the cold air hits her bare skin.

¨Where am I! I am cold! I want to go back to where it's warm!¨ Little Seed cries.

¨You won't be cold for much longer, Little Seed.¨ God tells her.

Then, she felt the cold hands, place her on a soothing, warm, warmer than her womb, soft surface.

¨Hi there, Little Seed! I finally have you in my arms!¨ A voice says.

That's one of the voices that spoke to me! Little Seed thinks to herself.

She looks up at the voice, and see´s the blurry face of her mother. Little Seed feels her kissed in her head, like the ones the Angels would give her.

¨God, what is happening?¨ Little Seed asks.

¨This is your family, Little Seed. A son of Adam, and a daughter of Eve. They will care for you, nurture you, and love you. If not, I´ll still be here for you.¨ God tells her, reciting what he said when he first placed her in the womb.

Little Seed keeps feeling herself being moved around to different places. She looks around, though she can't quite understand her surroundings. She no longer feels the cold air, but a soft layer around her, similar to how the Angels would cover her.

Little Seed finds herself in the arms of her mother. How her voice stands out the most.

¨Why do so many sons´s and daughters come to see me, mighty father?¨ She asks God.

¨They have been waiting for you, Little Seed. Don´t you remember what they told you in the womb?

¨Yes, but I´m just a little seed.¨

God chuckles and places his vibes on her.

¨Little Seed, you are more than that. I create all my seeds so that they can blossom some day, and that includes you.¨ He says.

 
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