Our scene is
New America hundreds of years into the future in the New Timeline. The
characters are our descendants, thousands of generations into the unknown, and
we are their progenitors beginning to emerge from the jungles of animal
existence, helping those still struggling with the light of spiritual existence.
I am writing as a time traveler of the ninth dimension, serving humanity as a
member of the Galactic Forum, a body of advanced beings from across the galaxy
who answer specifically to the Galactic Mind. Our mission is to prime certain
spirits within the diminished time zones of emerging planetary consciousness in
preparation for private missions of discovery for later in their evolution. Anyone
who reads this material will be traveling into the future, probing a different
kind of existence, preparing to be probed in return. A single question for the
reader: Does this feel real to you or no?
Glory of the Risen Sun
Awake, my beloved son, awake, awake! The sun has
risen and our neighbors are already dancing in the streets, and your bluebirds
have arrived for your morning lesson. The backyard is filled with their music
as they joyously await your presence. Awake, my beloved! Come back to the world
and be my son for another day.
Oh sweet mother, let me hug you again, the first of many
this day, I foresee. Yes, I hear the bluebirds, and, oh, let me look outside at
our friends. The day has really come, hasn’t it my darling mother. Just like
you promised. Hello, Dave, Samantha, I will be there after I greet my mother with
bounteous love and sing with the bluebirds and nourish my body with fan.
And mother, most beautiful mother, you also promised that
father would return from his deep meditation to be with us this day, and I know
you are right, but how does he know how to come back on this exact day? He has
been deep inside for weeks, away from the world and our home. How does he know?
My darling boy, you know why. Your father is a master of
time. He is away working for us so that time will flow smoothly for all in the
land, our land, New America, especially for this day. Now be alert to your
body! Fan is on the kitchen table, a new flavor of creation everyday to give
the body the joy of new beginnings and undying youth. Go now, the birds are
exquisitely patient with your anticipation of this day, and I am sure your
father will be back with us by the time your new song is fully sung into your
heart. Go now!
Yes, sweet mother, away into a new day. I am the dawn and
you are the glory of the risen sun!
Our beautiful son scarcely knows that his feet rarely touch
ground, my dearest wife. So young, but he always flies true. And you are his
Oh dear and glorious husband, you are his true and humble
father. Let me wrap myself around you, whole body and soul! I can scarcely live
when you are away, although I can feel your being deep inside of me as a living
unknown surging deep and true. Unfathomable love is present when we embrace.
Just the touch of your hand sends waves of ecstasy into my whole being. Sing
with me, my love! Sing with me! Let the joy of your return spread throughout
the land, let the neighbors know that their world again is secure with hope and
wonder for living bountiful days under the golden sun and the deep night sky.
Tell me, my deepest love, how many worlds did you visit this time, how many new
songs have you brought back to us for this day? Tell me, my love, never stop
telling me who you are and what the world is! If I die this moment, I will be
the happiest woman who ever lived.
Oh, angel of my heart, let me kiss your feet! I have
experienced nothing in weeks away that can compare to this moment of being in
your arms, of hearing your heart sing, of being alive in this house with our
son and his choir of bluebirds, in this land, our land, New America, awaiting
the great expansion that is to come this day with knowing who we are within the
turning of the galactic wheel, to know what path we have chosen for our ascension
bliss. No, no, do not lift me up! I must kiss your feet until my tears of joy
are fully shed, and my heart surrenders every other allegiance that this moment
seeks to claim.
My beloved husband, I feel the golden love of your heart
course throughout my body even as I look up and see that our darling boy has
finished learning his new song. I hear his voice and the excitement of the birds
that our son has learned his new song so swiftly. Our hearts must open now past
each other to bring him in and with him the whole world. The shouts and
laughter from the streets will draw him away, but he will want to greet you with
the infinite love that sons feel for their fathers. Up, my gorgeous man, here
Oh father! Oh my father! More glorious than the sun, grander
than all the stars, source of all hope and joy and the promise of ever more
happiness as day and night dance with each other, you are home, back from great
wandering into the depths of eternal being. I have missed you, even in the
embrace of my most beloved mother’s arms and the unbounded joy in her heart, I
have missed the infinite depths of your being standing in this room, laughing
with the stories of daily living, ours and our friends, across this land and
other lands where joy dances unabated under the unbounded sky. How much more
joy can a heart take?
Oh father, the birds today taught me to sing the gratitude
of your return, to peer into the wellsprings of life where all things team with
readiness to burst into existence. And here you are right now! It’s true! It’s
all true! What is next for us, my father, master of time? Will the day be true
to all that you have said? Oh, but that will come. Hold my body, dear father,
tight and sure. I am your son! Let me be who you are!
The day has come, my beloved son! Just as your mother and I
promised you. Secrets will be revealed. More happiness will flow through the
streets and across the yards of our homes, and inside all of those homes new desires
and new ideas will inspire new adventures in the mysterious lands of the
spirit. Your mother and I created you after the last election day and today you
will see why. This is your first election. After today you will feel inside
everyone the urgent need for more young explorers of spirit to emerge from
mothers’ love-filled wombs, emboldened for life ever ascending by the dark roar
of the infinite being of the untamed father. This is life my beloved son. This is
how we all come to be. This is who we all are.
But now through the open windows, riding the breezes of the
happiness of your young friends’ voices, I hear the sounds of your name. They,
too, have learned their songs for this election day and want to sing with you.
So, go now. Sing and dance. Greater truths are on their way. Remember to be in
the Hall of the Whispering Pines by noon. The sun tolerates no tardiness and
you will not want to miss a single wave of the new joy. Peace and happiness are
bedfellows of the spirit, my son! Go! Greet the new day, our election day! [end
of Part I]