A Golden World
The Queen is now shining a golden smile, bathed in the empowering golden shaft, feeling all rejuvenated, ready to restart life, without loss.
—I could only accompany you with my words by manifesting some of the Golden Queen nature myself. Good grace has offered me to experience contact with this state of being, and this will be rendered in written form, by a witness of this good moment, outside of time and space, so that others may touch it as well.
How can we not try to rebirth life for Good in this material world, when its core is already inhabited by higher realms of life, towards an earthly paradise? This unwinding is plenipotentiary, and so is each of its inhabitants, who are now calling out for oxygen.
You are, as we all are, deeply nurtured by this source.
Golden Be Queens and Kings need to be princes and princesses of their own beings first, practitioners of the centred heart, to enjoy highest achievements towards a golden era.
Long live the Golden Queen, alive in potential. And long live the living!
Good save the Golden Queen!
These are Benoîte Desruisseaux’s last words to the Golden Queen, who she’s always been in her heart.
Before the Queen’s own eyes, Benoîte’s light goes on and off, before it disappears into a narrow vertical opening, drawn from nothingness into the fabric of space surrounding the rock. As if passed through the eye of a needle, and leaving the old lady all alone, brightly shining like a real star in her favorite garden, her hands full with her Good’s golden new gifts.
And time restarts. At once, she can hear birds singing and people talking in a distance. The cold, the wind and the white have returned. She wraps herself up with her coat taken back from the now snow-covered the big mossy rock.
As she prepares to walk away and return to the day’s flow, over her head shines a complete sun dog, suspended in the late afternoon light for her own brightening.
At once she’s jumping with joy at planning a festivity of a new kind, for all kind, the multitude of sovereign beings inhabiting her heart, with her golden memory of the King her father, beating in her wholly reborn being. In all real life as she wants it.
In this coronation with no power over or under the sovereign individual, the coronation of all coronations, her golden heart coronation, she does feel and see how her whole life to this day has been an apprenticeship, after and before all.
The end is changing into a great beginning, for real and for all. Mending on, in an act of will. A busy nest for sure, rich with free living creations.
In a world outside and far away from the dark metal prison, the cage of mind, where ancient empires have brooded their honey in pain and deceit, until now, also enlightened with their shares of goodness.
And soon will come the coronation of nations: the Golden World.
Will it be? Let it be. It is.
To the glory of the living, for a golden age, at the golden hour, in real time and space.
Giving the lie to predictions and prophecies, it is born as we want it.
In a symphony of life, an epiphany of all hearts.
Und alles war gut.
