Filia Dei

Golden Sands In The Machine 

(This is not a title, it is.)

The time has come, one eye to See, as it was said to be, from the mountains to the sea feet planted, the order came, lift to flight.

Moisture encapsulating her, droplets of matter swirled in the space she was. On the snow white earth she walked, bare of foot her prints left behind. Her raven wings unfurled and as she soared, she left her feathered wing death print behind.

God's Good Children about to meet on mon, from far and close it is. Where far and close do not exist and time is not. 

With a rush of vigor she landed and moved with purpose, feet bare still so she could feel the golden ground beneath her, warm to the touch, her raven wings folded in behind her. Around her neck she wore a basket made of gold, filled with raw stones from deep within Terra; a reminder of those she was representing at this court. 

All different matters of Gods Good Children had gathered in the place where time stood still.

The Cardinal was first to sing, draped in purple, gold and scarlet. 

"Our Heavenly Father has said we shall hear our Earthly sisters voice, then with purpose we shall move"

This was not a place for hearing, it was for singing; siren songs filled the air. 

The Raven Witch, with feather grey, from the north began her say, a song you would hear but her kindred would not hear a song, they would See the way as she sang.

"Long ago on the plain Our Father placed us we lived a life in an age of innocence, an age managed with equilibrium. We had been given a gift of no anguish nor fear, with but one rule, 'do not eat from the fruit of knowing'. Alas we ate and lost our way when counseled by our brothers and did give birth to children of such horror as we watched them consume all in their path, from the fruits of hard labour to our Good children born by our mothers. 

Bound and chained you did make our brothers of disobedience, their voices seeping from the earth deep where you did put them. Another challenge yet for us to over come to keep them from compelling us in their miss deeded ways. 

Intervention here and there, from the times of waters from the earth rising so we could start again. From times of towers built so to reach our Father with one voice we spoke, and then to tumble with a rumble, because we were to be many.  

Our Father then did give us Good guidance for the freedom we so desired. That freedom came with toil and trouble as we had been given an animal status much different than you. Our Fathers design from that time was to learn to overcome our self. Events then and now have taken place as man made clocks do tick on Terra that we have been graded against as separates and as whole. Choices each our own to be ordered Good and bad, and judgment we would know as we passed in to.

Many ages have come and gone and grow in surrender the children of Terra have not. The grumbles from the under are no longer. They that were bound and chained are freed and evil has been released. The time of the child of light is upon us and our duty to un seal the burdens of time is upon us. I have ushered the Word, per our Fathers wants."

The vibration of the thunder you could not hear as pillars of fire landed before them, the matter was connective and felt all around, her skin pulsed.

The lion head roared his song, "Then into the nothingness many will go by Our Fathers will and in the heavens our brothers and sister we will find!"