Adventures in Marty! 4

enlighten by ironsoundman

by ironsoundman

Marty caresses the beautiful idea as it materializes. There will never be a more gentle touch. This is as good as it gets on Earth. True innocence! Unmolested. No trace of devaluation. Identity intact. Without questions. No concerns about being loved. Where do I belong? What is my purpose? Why am I here? Just the unfurling of the sail, as the wind blows all around.  Time and space are filled with, I want you! 

Leelee is getting concerned. Every morning she doesn’t feel well. She gets better as the day goes on but the mornings are rough. She’s yet to consider being pregnant. With Alex gone to work already, she thinks of several things she needs to do. Hesitant to leave the couch she sits idol. The phone rings. She’s glad she brought the phone with her to the couch. Not knowing if she can talk, she hesitates to answer. Caller ID shows it’s her mom calling. Hi, mom. Hi, Leelee. How are you? I don’t feel well, again. Mom says, Honey, do you think you might be pregnant?

Leelee is silent. After a few moments her mom says, Leelee, are you there? What if I am pregnant, mom? Don’t you want to be? Mom doesn’t know Alex isn’t ready to have a baby. Yes, I do. But Alex wants to wait! Well, he might not have a choice, mom retorts. I’m going to be sick, mom. I’ll call you back. With a toss of the phone, Leelee rushes to the bathroom.

morning sickness by emergency brake

by Emergency Brake c/o

She regurgitates. Her whole body is involved. Marty whispers instructions. It’s okay. Everything is fine. Knowing this is the first experience of turbulence he reassures the new forming life. You’re being announced, that’s all. Your mama is now aware that you’re here. Peace, Little One, peace! Still wrapped around the commode, she rests her head on her arm. She waits for her body to tell her she can get up. She also wants to savor the moment. She’s now certain, this is morning sickness. She’s ecstatic. Her minds spins to how Alex will react.

Things aren’t going well at work. Alex is young and ambitious. He’d been hired into a position that someone thought they should have been given. Alex’s first key assignment is being threatened with failure. The man he was promoted over is on his team. He just informed Alex he would not complete his task on time. Alex had been given sixty days to prepare his presentation. He’s down to six hours. Just yesterday he verified that everything is on track. He wonders if he is being sabotaged.

Leelee goes into the office to grab the calendar. Counting the days she realizes the possibility makes sense. She picks up the phone and calls her mother. Mom! Mom! I’m late. I think I might be, pregnant. It’s music to mom’s ears. She’s looking forward to being a grandmother. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, she cautions Leelee. Make a doctors appointment and find out for sure. I will, mom.

daughter on phone by Lyle Vincent

by Lyle Vincent

mom on phone by Bill Branson

by Bill Branson

Concerned about what Leelee said about Alex, mom asks, can you tell me what Alex said about waiting? I’m so afraid Alex is going to be upset, mom. He feels like we need time, to get our finances in better shape, before we start a family. Did he say anything else? Do you think he’s ready to be a father? I’m not sure about that. We have always said we want kids. Well, money is going to be a concern no matter when you have children. Give Alex a chance to respond to the news without deciding his reaction. Okay, mom. I will do that. He might surprise you, Leelee. Thanks, mom. I’ll talk to you later.

So much of the future is predetermined during Zygote. Genes make us unique. From eye color to hair texture. To skin tone and length of fingers. What diseases we will be vulnerable to. And character traits. Whether we will be stubborn, intelligent, a thrill seeker, or good at music. The exact course of every life will be affected by family, friends, and environment. Marty won’t stop talking. His voice is a constant whisper. But all of creation can hear him, if tuned in.

I am forever with you. You are not alone. You are never alone. I’m a piece of something much bigger than myself. And you are too. It is your source that makes you real, complete, and whole. Your source is above you, below you, and in you. He is all about you. You can’t go where your source isn’t there. Know my voice. I guide you, help you, and reveal you. Learn from me. My thoughts are good. I will do you no harm. I’m your reminder of how you came to be!

Leelee isn’t prone to naps, but of late, she has rested in the afternoons. She often doesn’t go to sleep. Today she has wearied herself with the events of the day. She made a doctors appointment. Her joy is offset as she ponders Alex. What if he is adamant? Doesn’t want a baby just yet? He was so firm during their last conversation. She can’t get his tone and expressions out of her mind. Will he face the inevitable with a new found sense of gratitude? As her thoughts race to the far reaches of her mind, she drifts off to sleep.

garage door by


Alex sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Strained to come up with a last minute solution he springs into action. He outlines an alternate plan. Tells his team he’s counting on them. With only minutes to spare he sets up his presentation. His boss stops by to ask if he’s ready. Alex says, yes sir, I’m ready to go. It was nothing short of a miracle. But he pulls it off. The client desires a few changes but likes what he sees. Alex returns to his office. Moments later his boss sticks his head in the doorway and says, great job, Alex. You did fantastic!

Alex pulls in the driveway. The sound of the garage door stirs Leelee awake. She can’t believe she slept for over two hours. She hasn’t even started dinner. She wonders; what kind of mood will Alex be in? She throws water on her face, dries it fast, and walks to the kitchen as Alex comes through the door. Without delay she asks him how his important presentation went. He said it was close to a disaster. But I pulled it off at the last minute. He begins to explain the day. He will include every detail.

He heads straight to his easy chair, snatches a drink from the refrigerator, on his way. Leelee joins him in the living room. Alex remained solemn on his drive home. He couldn’t help but ponder if he had a problem with the man on his team that let him down. Now, he can’t stop his talking. He became excited when he spoke about his boss being so pleased with his work.

After twenty minutes of self-adulation, he asks, what’s for dinner?

Marty will return next Friday!







Adventures in Marty! 3


by snapawayoungman

Marty’s eyes are fierce. You could cut the intensity with a knife. He’s the definition of deliberate. He’s in the womb. Outside the womb. And through the womb. Everything happens within him. Science, with all its advancements, has a much later point of reference. Marty is beyond the microscope. He deals with thought as it becomes flesh. 

Leelee slides her feet over the side of the bed. The covers are twisted between her legs. Her night shirt is crumpled up around her. She sits still. Feels a little strange. Not sick. It’s more like she’s about to be. Alex just got out of the shower. He over slept a little so he’s in a hurry. Leelee is still sitting at the edge of the bed when Alex comes out of the bathroom. Where’s my lavender shirt, he bellows? He doesn’t notice Leelee’s aura. She stands up slow, pauses a moment and says, I’ll get it for you.

Life is a delicate balance of tension. Marty is a master. He navigates action and reaction with skill. There are no accidents of the womb. Pantokrater’s will is to bring forth life. He employs people to make it happen. Things can go wrong. People can disagree with him. A body can fail to cooperate. Not this time. A baby is coming! Marty monitors vital signs. Adjusts things here. Moves things there. Perfection and imperfection are working together. Marty is totally into it.

The nucleus of Mr. Squiggly moves towards the nucleus of Ms. I’m Happy To See You. Gradually they become ONE; revealing the nature of divine intention. Zygote is in play. Chromosomes from the father, and mother, unite to form a gene pool. Distinct markings that have never been used before, and can never be used again, are given at conception. It’s known as DNA. The medical field calls it Deoxyribonucleic Acid. IT Geeks think it means, Departmental Network Administrator. Marty understands it’s; Divine Nature Applied. The signature of the Creator.


by panadonia

Marty begins to whisper. You are unique. There’s nobody like you. You are never alone in your identity. Don’t misplace who you are. Should you ever lose your way – come back to this moment. This is your home!

Leelee inches her way to the kitchen. Alex has returned to the bathroom to finish getting dressed. She yells out, what do you want for breakfast? He replies, just coffee and a piece of toast. She fills the pot with water. Scoops in the coffee and hits the brew button. She places a slice of bread in the toaster. Steps to the sink. Places her hands on the counter to steady herself. She wonders if she is coming down with something.

Just as she puts the buttered toast and coffee on the table, Alex rushes to the dinning room. He plunges into a chair. Sips the coffee and squeals, man that’s hot. He puts the cup down and bites into his toast. Leelee has sat down at the other end of the table. Chewing like he’s in a speed contest he looks up at Leelee. He observes the unusual look on her face. What’s wrong? he asks. Didn’t you sleep well? She mutters, I’m okay. I think I might be catching something. Will you get my travel mug? he asks. I’ll have to take my coffee with me.

She transfers the coffee from the cup to the mug. She walks to the door as Alex grabs his suit-coat and briefcase. He reaches for the door knob and coffee at the same time. He kisses her on the forehead. As he scurries out the door he glances back at her. In an oh yeah kind of way, he says, hope you feel better. She accommodates with, me too.

She returns to the kitchen and pours herself a cup of coffee. By the time she gets back to the table she decides hot tea sounds better. With her tea in hand she retreats to the couch. She’s full of life, upbeat, and ready to go most of the time. Not this morning. She wants to talk more with Alex about having a baby. But time hasn’t allowed for it. Leaning on the arm of the sofa, she pulls her legs up. She covers herself with the blanket laying next to her. Holding the cup with both hands, close to her mouth, she is comforted by the heat.

Her thoughts take her deep. She keeps getting interrupted by her physical symptoms. She sips her tea, content to bounce back and forth, with her introspection. A few of her friends have newborns. Another friend is due in about a month. She has bought baby things for each of them. She smiles as she remembers the times she shopped for them all. She sets her tea on the end table and stretches out on the couch. She places a pillow under her head and rearranges the blanket. She closes her eyes and drifts off to sleep.


by Antoine-Louis Barye

Incredible things are going on inside Leelee’s body. Things she doesn’t know anything about. She’ll soon know about some of them. Others, she might not ever know. Marty is a one-man medical team. He’s attending to mother and child. Alex whips into his parking spot. He pushes the key-fob to lock the car as he runs into the building. He will make his meeting in the nick of time. Just another typical day…. Or is it?

Marty will return next Friday!



Adventures in Marty! 2




Marty arises the next morning ready to own the day.  With furled brow he takes a long look at the past, present, and future. His responsibilities can’t lessen his excitement. He’s tickled to be on location. He jumps for joy but causes no physical sensation.. Leelee isn’t yet aware that Marty is with her.  He knows what is coming and the suspense is killing him, so to speak. This is exactly what he’s designed to do. Wow! he thought, my purpose and mission are about to become reality.

Marty endured a bit of teasing over the years, all in good fun. But his associates did have some laughs at his expense. Marty is preoccupied with being a father. Long before Alex and Leelee became an item and quarreled about having children, Marty was curious about the unfolding of human life. His fascination with the dynamics of the nuclear family is the source of many jokes.

All those close enough to peer into Marty’s contemplation’s marveled at his obsession. His buddies cautioned him about mankind’s confusion. They spoke about human potential. People can be anything they want to be, they exclaimed. They can have wealth, fame, and power. They can roam free and unencumbered. They can be self-centered and egocentric, they chimed. But if they choose to have children, that can limit their opportunities. Marty asked himself, what do they know? They haven’t been sent into the world yet!

While Marty invited conversation and reveled in debate, something told him that fatherhood, is personal. He isn’t about to hide his intrigue. He is focused on the task at hand. He wonder’s about the baby as it forms. What kind of life will the child live? Will it be successful in faith, family, and finance? Will it be kind, warm, and generous? Will it find significance as a writer, painter, or musician? Maybe it will be an athlete, actor, or business person. Knowing the child arrives with the ability to make the world a better place, Marty will be happy, if the child discovers their bliss. Everything will workout fine as long as the child maintains its’ connection to source.

Marty also pondered Leelee and Alex. What kind of parents will they be? Will they be mature enough for the awesome task of raising a child? Will they understand their place of influence in the child’s life? Will they shape its wings, wisdom, and wonder? Will they know who they are to the point of establishing who their child is? Do they love each other enough to show their baby the way to abundance? Will they be connected, to the source of life?



Marty tours his new home. The female body is a sight to behold. He uses his knowledge of anatomy to identify his surroundings. Day after day he strolls the plantation. Comfortable in silence, he’s startled by a commotion. There’s an apparent race on Fallopian Way. Millions of squiggly things, with rapid moving tails, are heading toward him. He can’t control his giggle. These are the tiniest cells in the body and they are desperate. From their antics this should be over in a flash. But with progress of only a, tenth of an inch per minute, he relaxes for the duration.

Marty had the talk long ago. He owns the original, first edition, of the Birds and the Bees! He knows where this is headed and waits to let nature take its course. He roots for each of them. There can only be one winner. After several hours, a leader emerges. The checkered flag awaits. The front-runner is nearing his destination. Jumping and screaming in excitement Marty losses himself in the moment. The egg, the largest cell in the body, sits like a princess waiting for her suitor to come calling.

Every set of eyes in the universe are poised to witness creative genius. The man of the hour is close, so close, to the winner’s circle. Marty captures the essence of his intrigue about fatherhood. He holds his breath for the finish. OH    MY    GOD, Marty yells. This is better than I dreamed.

Leelee is sitting on the couch, leaning to one side, with her legs drawn up, flipping through a catalog. The steam is rising from her cup of tea.  Alex is at work. Neither of them have any idea what’s going on inside Leelee’s body.


by Steph c/o flickr commons

That’s it! That’s it! Come on, Marty shouts. He travels north, south, east and west without moving his feet. He might as well be a pinball machine. Hey!   Hey!   It’s happening! Marty proclaims. The champion crosses the finish-line. Ms. “I’m Happy To See You” opens the door wide to receive her beau. The door closes behind him.

Marty leaps, the stars dance, and the universe cheers. Wisdom rises in Marty. In the middle of the best party, he’d ever attended, serious notions flood his mind. There are no questions present. Divine intention is undeniable. This is as sacred as it gets. This baby is ordained to life. The child belongs, has a place, is loved and wanted.

Feeling uncomfortable Leelee adjusts herself. Alex takes a call, from his superior, to discuss an assignment. The Earth is yet to react.

Pantokrater has spoken. Love shrouds every action. Fatherhood, for this child, is established forever. Alex is awarded the opportunity to do his part. Leelee adjusts herself again, not knowing why. Marty is busy incubating the Father’s desire.

Marty will return next Friday!