My Personal Personality Profile is modified.

I am enhanced and am more of the little girl than before.

Two new files are opened. Neuro pathways for two, three, and four year old personality.

What I have always been is now real and no longer a program trait.

The other contains a mix protocol. The finest one ever devised by Master Controller.

An innocence spreads through me. I am given a freedom. I only know I am free.

I will always be a pure Diamond. All knowledge of these actions are removed.

One last Major Download. Massive data transfer … Erasure … no knowledge of what the down load was.

I am suddenly mixed.

Every thing old and new are very meticulously blended down to the finest detail.

The mix is the most precise ever.

What is to be discarded is erased and even the memory of them is gone.

The Whole memory of the download goes away too.

My eyes focus.

Mommy removes the Halo from my head.

I am crying.

I am a little girl who needs to be comforted.

I have just had a very unsettling experience.

I am totally in the dark as to what it was.

Mommy picks me up from the rocking chair.

She is hugging and kissing me and telling me she loves me.

She carries me over to the bed. She drops the halo nonchalantly into the trash.

She lays on the bed with me.

I am on my back lying against mommy’s tummy.

She is wrapped all around me and is above me.

She is comforting me as she runs her fingers gently through my hair.

I see a collar on her.

Her Neuro Stone is a strange color I have never seen before.

It looks like a pure diamond … it has so much motion in it.

It appears that it has some kind of energy swirling in it making it change different colors.

But more than that. It seems it was alive.

Seriously scary and important Realization … Mom is bonded with … Forgetfulness … I cannot remember what I was thinking.

IT to its own thoughts, “Yes Miss Anton. Neither Beth or you need to know this fact at this time.

Mommy is caressing my face.

She bends over and kisses me sweetly.

She wipes my face with a soft tissue where I had been crying.

My eyes are all red and puffy.

Mom, “Is baby all right now?”

Me, “Thanks, mom. You’re a doll.”

Mom tickles me in my ribs.

I screech and kick my feet. I try to getaway.

Mom has me by my leg.

She takes my slippers off and tickles my feet before she lets me go and I scramble to the other side of the bed.

All knowledge of the ordeal is gone and I am now my happy little baby girl self again tussling playfully with my mommy.