Kingdom of Heaven
The Father of all things paused, winked at Gabriel, and declared, “Cana would also be the place for the marriage of my beloved son.”
Gabriel knew exactly what to do. He lifted his horn to his lips, and blew a blast that shook the entire cosmos.
The heavenly host was once again stunned. They all knew that when their Archangel blew his mighty trumpet, it was always to summon the heavenly host. “Yet here they were, already and completely assembled at the courtyard in the Kingdom of Heaven. ‘Why would Gabriel blow his horn when they were already assembled?’ This was unprecedented. Gabriel rarely blew his horn, and it was always to summon the host,” thought the angels of heaven.
Then a peculiar thing happened. A few of the angels began looking at the blue skies above. Then more and more, until the entire heavenly host was staring at the heavens. What they saw filled the heavenly host with wonder.
Millions of angels were flying in a clockwise circular formation in the bright blue sky. Yet they weren’t of the heavenly host. Who were these fellow angels? And where did they come from? Their thoughts were interrupted by the thundering voice of the Almighty Father of all things. “My servants, allow me to introduce to you the angels of the Sirian host. The servants to the Mother of all things!”
When the Father spoke, the heavenly host turned their attention back toward their creator. As the angels did, they saw a being none of them had ever witnessed before. It was the Mother of all things, magnificent in all her splendid glory.
The first thing one noticed when looking at her was she possessed the greenest of eyes. Penetrating emerald orbs who looked through your very soul, if you were fortunate enough to have her rest her gaze upon you. Her hair was an Egyptian black color. Straight and full, with a shoulder length. Her skin an olive complexion, without a single blemish to it.
The definition of femininity was now sharing the stage with the Ancient of Days.
She wore a white satin gown that flowed all the way to the floor of the luminescent stage that she was standing upon. The gown had gold trimmings that portrayed various, recognizable symbols to the heavenly host. One in which was the Star of David, with a circle around the star. This golden laced symbol was located directly above her heart. The symbol of the star seemed to be illuminating a light that touched those whom gazed their eyes in that direction. It was the warmest feeling the heavenly host had ever encountered. All-encompassing love, projected by light from the Mother of all things. Another was the five pointed star of Venus, which was located above her right breast. This star was also illuminating. Yet, except for the white color that the Star of David star was projecting, this star of Venus was sending forth waves of brilliant blue light.
The experience of her company can best be described as bliss. Peace transcending in all directions.
She carried herself with a calm and grace that very few beings could ever possess. Her aura projected infinite light and beauty. The very definition of love incarnate. When one was in her presence, one’s cup runneth over.
The Divine Feminine had finally arrived to the Kingdom of Heaven.
Finally, she opened her mouth and issued the word, “come.” It was the most feminine sound anyone present would ever hear. Even the female members of the heavenly host, who all sang in a lovely sing song quality, were greatly impressed by the magical tones of her voice.
At her command, her Sirian host swooped down on the courtyard of heaven with their massive numbers. The heavenly host, as if on cue, parted themselves to make room for their new found guests. Each recognizing the other’s enormous love and power.
With the combined presence of the Father, the Mother, the heavenly host, and the sirian host, the Kingdom of Heaven had never contained such power and beauty. Nor ever will.
Once all were properly assembled, the Father of all things spoke, “Welcome my friends, to the Kingdom of Heaven.”
The Mother of all things then spoke, “It has been a very long time. Thank you.”
An enormous applause then filled heaven, as both host’s thundered their appreciation of this magnificent sight.
When the applause had died down, the Father continued, “Let me introduce to the heavenly host, the Mother of all things.” This was followed by more applause.
When that applause died down, the Mother of all things spoke, “And let me introduce to my servants, the Father of all things, otherwise known as the Ancient of Days.” Once again, more applause.
This was followed by more introductions of each of the host’s Archangels, and other prominent servants. The introductions lasted for nearly three hours. When they were finally complete, the Father said, “Let us all take a break to informally get to know each other. Let us resume this discussion in three hours.”
During the break, as the sirian host was getting to know the heavenly host, the Father took the Mother into his holy temple. Showing her its many splendors, beauties, and wonders. Among those wonders were the golden Ark of the Covenant, the Menorah, the Visionary Table, and the Mercy Seat. Exactly the same size and dimensions as the items that have long since vanished on planet earth.
“You’ve been busy since the last time we were together,” remarked the Mother of all things. Remembering back to a time, so long ago, when they were one. One soul, one mind, one spirit, and one body. A time of ‘no time.’
“I have,” said the Father. He knew what she was referring to. Eons ago, they were one soul and one being. Then came the separation, and the universe has never been the same since. He went his way, and she went hers. He created Heaven, and she created Sirius.
Now they were reunited. For the purpose of the redemption of planet Earth. Which will lead to the redemption of the entire cosmos.
The Father thought back to the agreement that occurred at the time of the separation. He was to pave the way on Earth for the arrival of the Mother. His preliminary plans for the ascension of planet Earth were almost complete. It was now time for the Mother, and the golden age of Gaia. The thousand years of peace. When the lion shall lie down with the lamb, and men will beat their swords into plow shares. The Father was to pave the way for the Mother. He agreed to be the forerunner to her, the true Holy Grail.
“It’s almost time,” said the Mother.
“That’s why you’ve returned here, as I knew you would,” said the Father.
“Nothing gets past you does it?” asked the Mother.
The Father thought about his relationship with Abraham, cringed for a moment, and replied, “Oh a few things have.”
The Mother, reading his thoughts and feeling his emotions said, “You will have to forgive yourself for him.”
“I know, and I have. Yet the wound is still there, and very deep” said the Father.
“Then allow it to heal,” said the Mother.
“I used him,” said the Father.
“He agreed to be used for divine purposes,” she answered.
He looked at her beauty. She was right of course, but he needed to let this emotion out of him. And she was the perfect sounding board for him.
“I broke the man. I destroyed his will. I took away from him all that he loved. Punishment, for listening to and obeying me,” he said.
She wiped away a tear from his cheek. Kissed it, and whispered, “Abraham has forgiven you. Why can’t you forgive yourself?”
“Because I felt the man’s pain, at its deepest levels. It’s a pain I will never forget. A gift given to me from the father of many nations. A gift given so that I would know of what was to come,” he answered.
“Release this most hurtful emotion, and give it to me,” she said.
He did as instructed. Letting go of a long held feeling that had brought to the Father the most bitter of tears. Immediately, he felt lighter. A weight had been lifted. An emotion had been released within him. A wound was in the process of healing. He could finally let this feeling go, and direct it toward someone who was capable of receiving it. It was a long pent up relief of emotion. And he was very grateful.
“Thank you my love,” he whispered to her before kissing her on the cheek.
“It’s my pleasure,” she said. And kissed him back. Receiving energy and replacing it with pure love was her specialty. For she was a healer. A healer of healers.
The Father stared into the beautiful green eyes of the Mother. How sweet it was to have her back with him. She completed him in every facet of his being. Simply, she made him whole. As he did her.
He was reunited with a feeling from a long time ago. One of total perfection in all things. The Father knew that she was feeling the same frequency of the Source that he was. A unity that had long since been forgotten through the passages of time and space.
He enjoyed his moment of peace. Then he changed the subject and asked, “Shall we continue with this discussion? Are you up to date with where I’m at in the story?”
“We’ve been watching you tell it from afar,” said the Mother with a wink.
“It figures,” said the Father, smiling. He then held out his arm and escorted the Mother of all things back to the courtyard of heaven.