It's next to nothing in trying to get one of my children's story publish. I'll send one of them to a publisher and they'll disappear into the black hole. I'll never see the manuscript again and I'm tired of doing that so this children is going on my blog and let a publisher come to me.
                                                         
                               This is what older me would say to little me.          

Sometimes being a little child can be really scary. When your so small  in a world of adults who are so big and tall and you don't understand them at all. You wonder why they say and do mean things to you that hurt you and make you cry. You wonder what did you do to them to make them want to hurt you. Why do they hate you so much when you couldn't hurt them if you tried. Your just a little child, just a little soul.

A Heavenly voice tells you that they don't really hate you at all and that you're really safe in your Heavenly father arms dreaming of a world that isn't real and the adults really hate themselves and if they knew what you knew   that they are the dreamer of a dream in a world that isn't real they wouldn't be so angry or be so concern about the way  of the world and that  it has no meaning, it isn't real, it's all a dream and one day we'll all wake-up from a really bad dream and realize that we never left  our heavenly home.

A Heavenly voice tells you to forgive them for the mean things that they did to hurt you  and made you cry and to tell them that you love them no matter how much they try to hurt you. You'll love them to the end and maybe they wouldn't hate themselves if they knew that someone loved them too.