Part one: The first time I was human.

It was love that drove the Adam and the Eve from the "paradise", where they walked with the Elohim.  It's that old story in the Old Testament in which we all heard for the first time in Sunday school or the Temple youth class or wherever you may have had the first lessons of the faith your parents or guardians practiced.  It's not the faith you decided to practice though..  If you were given a choice in the matter, you most likely rejected the concept of organized religion instinctively..  Do you ever wonder why that is?  Why would a child elect what would be considered by most, a godless path?  What the adults did not realize, and you may have had several opinions at the time, because being a child means being spiritually wise, but not necessarily conventionally candid with yourself, the adult did not see the brilliance of the truth of your actions because they were too worried with your reasoning...and of course, the misguided concept of rejection of Gods word.  When you were a child, you possessed an inherent quality of the soul, and the incredible ability to sense truth.  As a child you are still being guided by misunderstood knowledge of an invisible self that may manifest itself as an "imaginary friend" or a highly active "imagination" and sense of creativity.  Having long lost those abilities and extra-sensory perceptions, they can't possibly understand what is going on.  If only they could see what you did.  When I first descended through the spheres of the "heavens" into the world of the physical plane.  I began passing through the atmosphere, and control of my path was lost, and I fell asleep.  I only awoke as a very strange and unsettling phenomena took ahold of me and pulled me through what seemed to be a long tunnel.  Suddenly I was cold...  The light was terribly bright and I could not discern what was occurring.  I had but no control and no understanding of the place I had appeared.  Then I could feel my entire being beginning to get tighter and tighter until with a thrash I belted out with what could only be described as a mighty thunderous yell!!  Well actually it was just a babies cry, but to me it sounded as if the supreme one itself were setting off some kind of divine bomb.  It was at that moment when my lungs filled with earths air for the first time and it was magical in all respects to every life before.  That next moment was the happiest I had ever been on this planet since..  The doctor wrapped my naked body in a warm towel and handed me to a woman who I would come to know as the entity which facilitated my dream of physical existence..  My mother.  The woman that birthed me into this incredibly strange and cruel world that has forgotten what love is.  Though I can say that not every human is this way, and completely ignorant of love.  I can even say that many practice all the time and could easily make a habit of it.  However, I have seen enough to realize that it was not to be a vacation, that my manifestation to the physical plane was committed for purpose and for acedemia.  There was much to learn and apparently much to teach.  So a number of years later as I grew from delicate to breaking delicates, this family I was given decided to expose me to "the church".  I wasn't entirely sure what sort of place it was and the purpose it served.  I do remember really enjoying it because I was left in something called "the nursery" while my parents attended a strange ritual called "service".  I was not concerned at the time only because I knew that mom and dad were very smart humans, and whatever it was that was going on couldn't be bad.  Plus my grandma and great grandma were the nursery attendants and I basically was treated as a god in "gods house", and of course I wasn't completely aware of the irony of my situation, but being a fan of humor (especially of the offensive nature) I inherently enjoyed every moment.  It wasn't until my 5th solar period that my parents asked me to go with them up the stairs and into the service hall.  I was excited at first, as we came in I saw all the other adults in their seats and dressed up.  I felt like I was being honored or something.  We sat up front because I asked to, being anxious to learn everything I can about this weird ritual.  Once we sat down I quickly began scanning the room.  Investigating each wall, crevice, and especially the symbols.  There was symbolism everywhere as it was a hotspot for members of an organization called the FreeMasons.  A lodge in that area apparently agreed to attend the same church.  I wasn't aware of that organization at the time, even though I was perfectly aware of the teachings, practice, and theory of it.  As the service  began, I felt the surge of emotion and almost screamed out loud.  I caught myself though and I remained silent.  I knew immediately what this was and the reason I suddenly felt compelled to remove myself from its lessons.  The priest stood and welcomed everyone and I whispered to my mother that I needed to pee.  She wasn't happy about it considering she asked if I had to go before we ventured up there.  However it was the only way I could deter her from the area.  We went downstairs and I turned around and began telling my mom that this place was not what she thinks.  That we should leave immediately because we were all in danger of being mislead.  She wouldn't listen..  She began getting angry and frustrated with me as I plead with her to see reason.  If only I had the words at that time to explain the things I was feeling!  The language of the Supreme ALL is emotion.  It is a billion words, a million sounds, and one hundred thousand pictures all conveniently compressed into a single feeling.  This is the true language of intelligence and reason.  The fact that I could not properly communicate this expression I so desperately was unveiling to her, meant she was incapable of comprehending it at that time.  I asked if I could stay in the nursery and she accepted.  For the next half hour I pondered a way to explain my position and knew what I had to say.