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 real head.
Head crowns for men and women who’ve gained their heart of gold. When only the head crown is raised, and not the heart crown, it makes no good.
What will the Golden Queen’s heart crown be made of?
The Golden Be Queen says of her subjects, protégés and the royal court:
“Let’s put a crown on their heads.”
Millions and millions of cœurs-aux-nations blooming in broad daylight, marking in the world a new covenant between the planes of Good. It has yet to be, unfolding with the winds rolling and changing along the golden waves of what we call time. The great mediation engine at work, the powers of infinite recharge.
The Golden Be Queen, who is sitting on a patch of living green, a few arms away from Mme Desruisseaux still standing on the rock, separated by a natural stone walkway, is silently listening with a profound sadness washing her face.
—Please cheer up, my dear Queen. You are the innocent child, and you won’t lose anything. Not only will you not, but you will gain even more.
For not only will you HAVE, you will BE.
