Alien Relations ~ a true story

She was a receptionist in a dermatologist’s office and he came in with significant issues. That’s how they met.

And he was appealing, in a charismatic and exotic way… but very strange.

Debbie figured out his name before he signed in, before he mentioned it. Anyone could have, even though it was not on a name tag nor written on his forehead. It was obvious.

He was very likeable, but, as mentioned, strange. He had been altered. He was not the man he would have been naturally. She had never met anyone like him before, nor would she ever again. And she had to admit there was some attraction, though she would soon learn that she would never, could never, fall in love with him… even after they married.

He carried a baby in his arms that first day. At least it looked like a baby. It looked like a baby, I say, at first glance.

It was a doll. And he cared for his doll like a six year old girl might care for it, pretending, finding something comforting in the pretense.

They say you can quiet a new pet puppy, away from its mother for the first time, by putting a ticking clock in its bed and the sound reminds the puppy of its mother’s heart beat. The clock is like a surrogate.  

Such was his power that Debbie would knowingly become a surrogate for him, an actor in his contrivance. Marrying, but not sleeping with him. Carrying two children in her body, but not his children. And not her children. Surrogate children that were to give him the same thing the doll had. And the nanny that raised them would eventually have to hide the children, his toys, from him… ‘til his mind wandered.

They were, and are, lost children: the purchased ones. The children America abandoned in its indifference to the sex lives of consenting adults. The high-cost, disguised, children who dreaded the father that was not their father but was their owner. The children who were forced to wear masks, born by the woman who was never their mother. Children, then and now, the property of the courtroom. These cursed, unloved, vagabonds of mortgaged mansions and falling kingdoms.

These children are the children of the gay rights movement, the sexual revolution, the enlightenment. Because “family” is now synthetic; constructed of human components recklessly conjoined for personal amusement. The families of the new gods, the men who created their own genders. Children in masks used as props in simulated families.  

And now we set about, with our own hands, to destroy the framework of natural humanity. Now men may change their voice and nose and  race and  sex and can build, at whim, in defiance of God, flower arrangements made of human flesh, made of innocent children torn from mechanical wombs, without their consent, to sterile lives without fathers or mothers or escape. Sad, lonely, desperate, hopeless children.

And if we continue, He who loves those children, more than we, will save them from us, will take back all that we have held in defiance of Him and remove us from this place and put here another people.

 And those children will be avenged of us.

 

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