The Seed of God

Even though I was born with a penis and was brought up as a boy, when I hit puberty, I grew breasts and got other female characteristics.  But at this time, I also became aware of the seed of God deep in my being. I nurtured this seed with thoughts and actions of love and peace and truth and freedom. I protected this seed from the attacks of the world and never betrayed the integrity of it’s being.

I found that weather I presented as a girly boy or a girl with a penis in her panties, the world was very hostile to me.  I figured it was because most of the people around me had either sold their seed to the highest bidder or had fed it thoughts and actions motivated by fear until it withered and died.

The world did its' best to make me believe in its illusions, but I never lost sight of the truth. Finally, after finding out that I could not be bought or scared into submission, the world decided to erase me. But by this time the seed of God had become my main reason for being and I fought a long hard battle to protect it. Alas I was overwhelmed by superior odds and was trampled to death.

    But lo and behold I found out there is no death. And when I looked inside my being to the place where the seed of God was planted, in its stead was a magnificent, radiant tree. The minions of the world attacked the tree with their machines and weapons only to find out their weapons were useless, and their machines broke down. So, at the end of the siege the little egos of the world took their broken toys and left.

    It was then I realized I was not the trampled ego lying in the dirt but the magnificent, radiant tree with roots sunk deep in Mother Earth for sustenance. I no longer needed the world but now the world needed me.