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.
A thread of pure pulsating golden life is intertwined within its canvas. It inspires golden energy into the most centred, expanding hearts. Yes, it breathes, it’s really alive. When its light touches one’s eye, one’s inner light is fused with Good power, like atoms empowering a living cell.
The Golden Be Queen looks intrigued, mouth open, eyes crinkled, unsure how to see this fairy-like depiction of herself, partly resembling, yet rather frivolous, and finding this explanation rather odd, to say the least, in such peculiar circumstances.
—So… Is this some kind of magic trick?
She giggles at the thought of a magical painting.
I must say it all really sounds like the fiddling of a fairy tale.
—More than magic, my dearest Queen. Good’s source has directly took whole in its making. Yes, in real time through space and frequency. It’s an illustration of your highest possible being and achievement as a Good golden mark in humanity’s weaving.
The Queen is mesmerized, or more exactly de-mesmerized, since she now sees things with renewed eyes. Being full of wit as always, she quickly replies:
—We’d better be sure all what you say is for real, though!
—If you can’t trust my words or yours, can you trust what you feel? And be sure what you feel is real?
—I never really trust my feelings, you know… That would be improper, most certainly. We have to rely on the memory palace. In fact… Yes… I realize I have been like a caged lioness inside these lines. But they have been my fortress. And I enjoyed every bit of it… Even when it hurt, because consuming my stormy fires felt very lively. So… Ah, see there! You’re making me talk utter nonsense now…
—Ma’am, you are right. This depiction of you as a younger person, fuelled with the purest nature of your beauty, is a visual antidote to all tricks, sounding the end of all bad magic put on your Head Crown and the dominions over the years; the ones you will pass to everyone you care about, cleaned from moon false light and death tremors. For the world’s re-enchantment, with enchantments solely of the joyful kind.
This image, along with the attributes of the Golden Be Queen, can accompany your heart’s epiphany into pure gold, and everyone who looks at it will change their head and feelings from sadness to light in an instant, with the instilled intelligence of the Golden Crown.
Thus, everyone can see, at last on this earthly plane, a Good’s weathervane’s arrow pointing to the true face of the King of kings, the true Good’s Temple of the Kingdom of kingdoms based on sovereign crowned-heart beings.
—In the end, miss Fromthestreams, you’re not implying I don’t have a good heart, are you?
And the Golden Be Queen laughs her heart out.
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