she came through this realm

she was by herself
the doctors and nurses all smiled at her
It's A Girl
later she was a toddler
then off into school
what a place what a place
all these people  all these colors
the faces the races   But Wait,
these faces these races
everyone will sit together sit alike sit
with them those
people
Those

Friends.

after years and years after they all leave each other and bleed each other out and drain each other

they Kill each other. they don't see it for it's not in their
will to foresee the evil they can all be
they much rather all play pretend and sit so comfortably in the deathbeds that they refer to as lives as friends as a society

not her. She is alone…
and so
a few good pine cones caught that eye
the one we all have  the center she was naturally attuned to
they were aware
Fully
that they were pinecones who knew we were all as well in our mind
they told her so and told her to keep her Seven centers clear and powerful
they taught her to pray and so she sought out to those that had passed through this realm already
they would help but in no amount would they make this plane painless for her because of it
Pain is the reason we are here the old pinecones thought into her

to experience. to suffer. to love. to live. to learn.

Once you have learned enough you will pass down your force
you will readily enter that plane above the lower one
the beginning of perfection would commence.

this was all to her  so bearing in guidance that she realized she was not alone
at all time she would pray for those faces and races and places  one day she would send them her divinity and encourage theirs

Until that day
she was here
never alone
to learn how to suffer so that maybe one day she would become
Perfect.