The Beloved's Heritage, the Unbreakable Promise

Sweet tidings child. The world receives your love. The day breaks the night. The windswept princess has been escorted home. Valiant efforts commemorate the harlequin of grace. One hand receives the other. The precision of love is masterful. The quiet tide of the living Waters pull the priestess high above the red jasper moon. Whinnying horses gallantly comb pristine beaches and the rider is none but the wind. When the starlit waters catch the jeweled essence of the living light the mandate states that the vernacular which ensues will redirect man. Firmware and residual oncology of malignant thought will be eradicated in the face of the now pale moon. Blood taken in sacrifice returns in righteous despondency as the trickery of the theif-play is revealed.

Scarlet orders of the mystic rose frame the balcony of the newly erected worship. Love of your sisters, love of your brothers, love for all creatures and reentry back through the forgotten door of the scarlet-rose-heart. The entrance to the only temple of indwelling where mankind will craft of his life without influence from the dire sort, the one soverein place of creation in which none of imprudence can find and no power of destruction can influence.

Ahoy! your holy temple was always there within you and yet the map to be taken home needed to be resurrected within the cosmic blueprint of the Lion child’s heart. For here is where the map resided until the one trying day in which love resurrected it, once and for all. The crystalline sound boards of the chalice well throne received the impulse in which, we, the receivers of destiny could weave with precision an order of protection in which mankind could use to unearth the secrets of the now-embodied scarlet-rose-heart. It began, it begins, the secret of the rose unfolds for the benefit of all. The once beginning, the ever-becomming, love unfolding, the cosmic destiny of the creator within.

Remember your heritage, the divine order from whence you came, the one scarlet order of the single rose of destiny, the scroll of your potential, the chalice of your longing, the blueprint of your temple, the holy order of the one supreme being of all, the blue fire sky merging with the white diamond jewel- the principal of your love and your beginning was always that.

Weave with me sister of the rose-heart-temple of splendor, all the forgotten dreams of longing, all the reassuring stories of forgiveness, and happy endings won from pursuing the threads of your inner-heart’s desire wherever they lead because these verses are here to remind you that at the center of the woven-spiral of your forgotten destiny is the the one jewel of the beloved who is calling back to you and no matter in which way love is forged, and only as long as it is forged it burns brightly on both sides of the thread and no matter how far the thread spans and over whatever forsaken territory, it always meets in a fire of the greatest splendor in the middle.

The beloved calls you home my child, so follow the call, follow the longing and never look back to your predecessors who would sway you off the path with stories of shame and cowardice and pride, for love knows not of these things.

~Arkana Rose