The Gods used to be… Adults. But… They didn’t know how to use their power. So they willed it that the… Gods… would grow from Infancy to Adult Hood to God-Hood… Because a Baby God weilding their Emotions and Imagination caused a lot less damage than an Adult God.

That is what we are. We are Baby Gods. And we’re growing up. You could say… I’m the oldest. The Firstborn.

I can feel the power in my solar plexus. I’m not afraid anymore. I miss my Imp. I wish he remembers soon. I wish for him and all to heal. I wish this world to be so safe that no one would ever have greater fear than they have courage with which to overcome it.

If this is real, then that would make me the first. And if I am a god, I would wish for The Great Healing and the Age of Authenticity. And I would make it so.

If this is a story, then I would make it into such a story so as to give hope to any and all who hear it. That… I See you. I understand your pain. That is the thing about Truth.

You are the Only One who can decide which Truths will be Yours for your I.

That is all that Belief is. The Solid Decision an I makes to claim a Truth for their Story and Dimension so… make it a good One.