{"id":501,"date":"2015-04-30T13:35:04","date_gmt":"2015-04-30T17:35:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/?p=501"},"modified":"2015-05-13T13:27:02","modified_gmt":"2015-05-13T17:27:02","slug":"good-news","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/chitlinchildren.com\/?p=501","title":{"rendered":"Good News!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>She\u00a0sat alone in her room when the golden\u00a0light came. Shaded daylight\u00a0illuminated the room\u00a0from two open windows and\u00a0she didn&#8217;t notice the glowing golden light at first. Instead, she was contemplating a sizable bag of clothing on her bed. About four or five feet from the floor and in the center of the room an amorphous, ethereal\u00a0haze of swirling golden light grew larger and brighter.<\/p>\n<p>When the young woman finally\u00a0did notice the phenomenon she caught her breath. What?!<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDo not be afraid,\u201d she heard a voice in her head say. \u201cI have some good news for you.\u201d The glowing light grew larger and brighter and was beginning to take shape.<\/p>\n<p>I must be cracking up, she thought. This can&#8217;t be happening.<\/p>\n<p>The ethereal globe of light began to solidify, arms, legs, torso, head, and what looked like wings to her on its back, a very human looking body coalesced. The light faded and a dark haired, dark complected man stood before her. He was dressed in a simple white tunic with a cincture tied around his middle.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you an angel?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf it pleases you to think of me as such,\u201d the man said.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou have wings.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAhh, I see you could think so. They are but receptors that allow me to be here with you at this point in time.\u201d He smiled a charming smile and nodded. \u201cIn a way, they are wings.\u201d He showed her the palms of his empty hands, \u201cI truly mean you no harm,\u201d he said. \u201cMy name is Gay Bree Al and I belong to a race of people that live very far away from here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The young woman knew she should be terrified by this unnatural experience but somehow, strangely, she felt great inner calm and serenity. \u201cWhy have you come?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n<p>The charming smile appeared on the man&#8217;s face once again. \u201cTo tell you that you are about to become a mother.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She was engaged to be married, to be sure. However, unlike many others, she and her intended had never had sexual intercourse. \u201cI certainly hope so,\u201d she said. \u201cI want a great family, with many sons and daughters!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt&#8217;s going to be sooner than later,\u201d the man said. \u201cThe seed already has begun to sprout in your womb. Soon you will give birth to a very special person.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow is that possible? I&#8217;m a virgin,\u201d she countered.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIn your womb are many seeds in waiting. Waiting to be consummated,\u201d he explained. \u201cInside them is a plan, a code, if you will, for making a human being. But it&#8217;s only part of the plan. We&#8217;ve simply provided the missing parts for one of them.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAnd that will make me pregnant?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The dark man&#8217;s smile was soothing. \u201cIndeed,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n<p>Infectious smile or no, she thought as a frown took shape on her youthful face, this will be a big problem. \u201cBut I&#8217;m a virgin,\u201d she reiterated.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey&#8217;ll stone me to death in the plaza!\u201d she cried.<\/p>\n<p>He smiled once more, \u201cNo, they won&#8217;t. We&#8217;ll have a little talk with your fiance and things will work out. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>As that sank in, she thought to ask, \u201cWhy are you doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat&#8217;s the good question,\u201d he said, scratching at his close cropped beard. \u201cWe&#8217;ve been watching your species from afar for quite some time now. From very early on your great, great ancestors\u2014small creatures that lived in trees\u2014showed the aptitude for self sacrifice and commitment to each other in spite of the overwhelming influence of your will to survive.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe wish to fortify that attitude in your species as it&#8217;s the only way you can survive long enough to grow and leave your nest, which, at the moment, is this tiny little planet.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMost species, when left alone, will destroy themselves fighting over material possessions or even abstract ideas. We intend to keep you from doing that.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYour will to survive, your greatest strength, is also the source of your greatest downfall.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo what does that have to do with me getting pregnant?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSelfishness? . . . Everything!\u201d The dark man grew pensive. \u201cWe can&#8217;t just come down here and tell you all you must cooperate, work together, share together\u2014<i>love<\/i> each other, if you wish to survive as a species and go on to join the greater community that exists beyond your knowledge. Simply knowing of our existence would wreck your entire, frankly primitive, society.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo we&#8217;re giving you one of your own, a teacher, as it were, to lead you to the proper path. To help him, we&#8217;ve given him some abilities your species won&#8217;t develop until the distant future.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>She pondered that for a moment. He&#8217;s right about the chaos, she thought. All those self righteous religious folks who think they&#8217;re running things would be left twisting in the wind if they ever found out about this. \u201cAnd you want me to be its mother? Why me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201c<i>His<\/i> mother,\u201d the dark man stressed. \u201cHe will be male, due to the strictures of your society. It was felt a female would not have as great a chance of success in this endeavor.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou didn&#8217;t answer my question,\u201d she said, \u201cwhy me?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe&#8217;ve studied your psychological profile and feel confident you can follow this through without losing your mind.\u201d His smile was beaming now. \u201cYou are a very strong woman, even if you don&#8217;t know it yet.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>What&#8217;s a &#8216;psychological?&#8217; For that matter, what&#8217;s a &#8216;planet?&#8217; she thought. I <i>am<\/i> losing it. This has to be a really bad dream.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo dream, young lady,\u201d the dark man said. His image began to glow that golden glow and fade. \u201cYou are blessed among women and your legacy will save your species!\u201d She heard the last like an echo as the strange apparition faded completely and vanished.<\/p>\n<p>She sat alone in her room, dumbfounded, for a long time. Did that really just happen? Brilliant chisels of light had come in through the windows and begun their march across the floor. She looked at the bag of laundry on the table before her. With a little shrug and a wry smile she said to herself, \u201cSomebody&#8217;s got to do it.\u201d She got up, hefted the laundry and left.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She\u00a0sat alone in her room when the golden\u00a0light came. Shaded daylight\u00a0illuminated the room\u00a0from two open windows and\u00a0she didn&#8217;t notice the glowing golden light at first. Instead, she was contemplating a sizable bag of clothing on her bed. 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