I am soft, sotf like butter, easily yielding and it is to gratitude I yield. Arrogant individuals with far less cause have sent my cousins packing. I hear my fellow dark children banging at the doors of the large impressive estates whose owners have abandoned them. Starved, they don't die and they howl mightily, banging at the windows causing a noise that is nonetheless fiercly ignored. I am glad I am not one of those unfortunate dark children. I am embraced, given fancy raiment, encouraged to know my nobility. My appetites are given understanding. If my desires 'cause suffering', then it is a suffering from which I must learn.    Patience! for the fulfillment of those dark desires. That is all that the Parent tells me. I am given a home. I am glad to know this warm embrace. I shutter to see the visage of my dark cousins, who grow ugly in their starvation. Their hatred grows and with cause. Starved beings will seek revenge, and for this, some call humanity 'evil'. I cannot help them, these poor unfortunate children, nor undo the damage they create, should they get a chance to run loose. I am the Prince, given fine raiment. I, from my warm quarters of pride, smile with my happy embrace. I cannot help the others, but glow with gratitude for my fate. *   *   * Prince Charlie, this day of 9 November 2003, by my own Will, honored and exalted, declare I this.

So he can be a creature of hideous ceaseless appetite, but my Daimonic Self is also the fount from which all my creative efforts arise, and part of the aspects of me which will survive death.

For other channelings from Charlie:
"Who Am I?"
"These Deeper Mysteries"

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