The Golden Be Queen

Golden Coronations —Of course you have a good heart! If you didn’t, or the possibility to become a Golden Queen, I wouldn’t be visiting you, your Majesty! And soon, you will BE a Good’s heart. Crowns. Silver-headed-crowns and Golden-hearted crowns. You can’t get the golden one if you haven’t had the first on your head, which is to be head of yourself in the first place, which relates to one’s sovereignty over one’s own life. The second is in the heart, in phase with the head, the heart’s heart being…

The Golden Portrait The Golden Be Queen is standing a few meters in front of the rock holding the Golden Egg in the left hand and the Golden Apple in her right one. Once again, Lady Benoîte Desruisseaux produces an object from Good’s golden breath, this time a painting, which she offers to the Golden Be Queen. At first, it appears to her like an image taken from a children’s storybook. —Your Majesty, this is the last of your new attributes. A rendering of your inner Golden Queen to be.…

The Golden Apple —The second attribute of the Golden Be Queen is the Golden Apple. It serves to remind you of love as unity sealant between and despite opposites, as the king and queen make one, as all loving companions, parents and colleagues make one. It has grown out of your loyalty to memories from the Winds of love taken beyond the Crystal palace, outside any boundaries, to give birth to palace crystals. To living diamonds. It’s to be bitten by your good partners, every bit of the Golden Apple…

The Golden Egg The messenger, extending a long diaphanous golden arm, gives the Queen a beautiful pulsating egg of gold, the size of an Ostrich’s. —Your Golden Egg is to birth your own true real being as a queen, and as a person. Very quickly after the Golden Be Queen takes the Golden Egg in the cup of her hands, it turns into golden light. —Wow!, she exclaims. —This light fuels a universal bond. Coherence. Clarity of vision. The mental qualities and Good energy of the sages and wise rulers.…

The Apparition   During a solitary walk among high trees in her favorite garden, the Golden Be Queen has a strange surprise. A few meters in front of her appears an opening, a tunnel of yellow shimmering light. Before the Golden Be Queen’s eyes is a lady standing upright on a rock, as if she had just appeared out of thin air. She reminds the Queen of the elemental spirits from old Scottish and Irish fairy tales, with no visible wings. At first look she is a jolly soul. More…