And The Gods Made Love

"And you think I know something about this? Out of the billions of people you have access to? You suspect something. Out with it, Rati."

Kamala was drawing on her paper. The drawing was taking shape as our house and front yard, in winter. Snow was falling, and the house, ground, and trees were shrouded in white against a gray sky. She was babbling wordlessly to herself as she drew.

All right. The coupling between you and Nick in which we participated was one of the very few that have resulted in a pregnancy. It seems that should happen more often, but usually our flesh partners do not wish to share that aspect with us.

"Yes, I can well imagine, privacy freaks that we humans are." My inner voice was dripping with sarcasm.

You were willing, however.

I interrupted. "At the time, yes. It was something new and exciting. It was afterward that we got the feeling of having been used for your amusement."

But at the time the experience was very intense, for us as well as for you. We felt a powerful sense of oneness among all four of us at your moment of climax. We wonder if whatever happened, did so because of that.

"Well, wait a moment, Rati. You are sharing my mindspace right now. From what I understand, I have no secrets from you under these conditions. So how is it that you need me to explicitly tell you anything?"

Kamala had started on a new drawing: the same house and yard but in spring. Light rain was falling from broken clouds that allowed the sun to shine through. Flowers were blooming.

Part of your mindspace is blocked from us too. It seems to be connected to the block on the new entity. I suspect it is connected to someone close to you.

"All right, let's have it. Who is that someone?"

Your daughter.

"Really? And so what? What would you want if that were true? I'm not aware that we owe you anything. We've already let you witness her conception."

It is troubling to us, Ann. We have always been free to roam among you, and now there are places we can't go.

"Free to pester us according to your whims, you mean. I don't mean to be completely harsh. We did name her after Kama, because we appreciated your cluing us in to the right time to try for her. But let me explain a few things, since you are so concerned.

"Kamala is twelve months old. You see through me that she can draw already, and has become quite good at it. It appears she is going to draw the same scene in all four seasons. She is working on summer now. She has only seen all seasons once. Yet she can reproduce them on paper, with artistic detail. Yes, I believe our daughter is special. She inherited something from you during her conception, somehow. I have no idea how that could happen, but Nick and I can communicate with her mentally. No one else; we are her parents and she trusts us. It seems that she can make sure no one else can tell what we are thinking to each other as well. So much the better.

"We don't use words in our communications yet, but that will come soon. She has started talking physically, and I'll bet her vocabulary is going to expand faster than usual for a child her age. Nick and I are devoting ourselves to her development, and to ours. Being able to have this connection with her—like with you—means that we must have some faculties that we didn't before, or maybe had them but didn't know because we hadn't used them. Either way, we are directing our meditations toward more fully expanding them. Once Nick and I can connect with each other, we plan to have another child. We will see what abilities that child might inherit from us, without your intervention."

This is disturbing, Ann. It feels like you are moving away from us.

"Does it? Maybe so. The way I see it, from what you've told us, you all did us a favor a couple of million years ago and have been dining out on it ever since. It was about time you earned your keep again. If this results in our outpacing you, well, so be it. We are going to own our own destiny."

But Ann, you need us.

"Not so much, soon. Now, go away, please."

And I blocked her. I hadn't even known I had the ability yet, but I had directed my mind just so, and she was gone. I don't think she left voluntarily. There would have been more happy talk first.

Kamala had ambled over to me as I sat on the sofa, and grabbed onto my leg. "Mama," she said. Her mind touch told me she was thirsty.

I pulled her up onto my lap, opened my top, and unclasped my bra. She fell into position quickly, finding my nipple and latching onto it. I was full, and my milk flowed easily. A wave of love and contentment flowed from her into my mindspace. I returned it with my own love and thoughts of comfort as I cradled her.

It turned out that motherhood suited me.