Interlude, Kingdom of Heaven
The Father of all things knelt in his holy temple, and prayed to the Source of all things. For what was needed was a tremendous amount of strength to get through this next part of the story. The more the Father told the story of his son, the more it vexed him. But the tale had to be told, to relieve the guilt that plagued him. And he had only begun this tale of sorrows.
He had healed in the telling of the story of Abraham. Even though it almost broke him, as he had broken his servant Abraham. For as he had broken Abraham, he had almost been broken himself by him. For as you give, so shall you receive. Bitten by his very own law of karma. And now karma was staring at him with piercing eyes. Begging him to tell the tale of his beloved son. Daring him to cross into the deep, unknown waters of redemption.
The telling of the story of the true Holy Grail was going to require an enormous amount of energy to get through it. He would need all the strength and energy he could muster. He would need help from a higher Source.
The Ancient of Days lowered his head and began, “Lord, hear my prayer…”