I was always taught that my womb was "God's Territory," and not to mess with it unless you were scared...then, go to a Doctor and ask. Otherwise, leave it in peace...don't "fuck around" with something so sacred and so COMPLICATED, at the same time, that even DOCTORS still have questions. I always said, even to Doctors of Highest Degrees, "Leave me alone. I'm fine. GOD is my doctor."
Turns out, I thought the right things and made the best decisions with regard to my little womb. When sick, it healed. When scared, it was just a tampon that got stuck. It was in a little shock (a little toxic), but otherwise in good, healthy condition. "Whew," I remember, "That was a scary one..." I found it when I was doing my "at home" exam, running my finger across the surface of my cervix...just to find out if, since time passed, anything seemed funny. It never did. I knew GOD was the bestest Doctor, anyway. No matter what the degreed professionals said.
So, God told me...in meditation on some "why's" and "wherefore's," the womb is really just a "thing." Just an "environment" entrusted within a woman's body...but it BELONGS to me (God said.) And that's why, God said, the "thing" becomes a husband's PROPERTY when married...and why I did good, minding my "P's" and "Q's." I did proper RESPECT of and toward my entrustment that belonged to God. God said, "You were a GOOD girl..." ... "don't be scared...the nightmares were just sound, I'm here, it's nothing to be that scared of."
But, of course, the military knows better. Sound can be petrifying...even with "The Right Stuff."
Sound. There was a movement (created by God), and the movement created sound...and then there was light...and God created a perfect perpetuity which is time...
I sit and sleep in awe, even though God said all I have to do is cuddle up...nothing to be scared of, anymore. I still awe. And I think...and tell God..."God, it makes me sick...'The Girlz'...and they or seems like NO ONE BUT ME fears You, anymore. Time and sound and light and movement...all taken for granted...and Your property desecrated without a second thought...the Earth spit upon..." I sat in contemplation one Sunrise...petrified again...imagine if the Earth fell out of orbit...the Girlz would probably go out an buy a new dress so they could chit chat about the fuck they just had and then plan a party. I nearly throw up...just the thought...and God shows me His space station, so I know it's His decision whether or not to throw this experiment away...and He loves me...He wouldn't do it, He'd just destroy those WOMBmen...first...and they are so stupid - "they have NO ideaz" - and they "CAN'T FIGURE IT OUT..." Well, DUH. "The Devil made them do it..." and they "giggle, giggle..."
So this is just my thinking for the moment...thought I'd share.