There among the solitary moment, in the evening of my reckless thoughts, I awaited inspiration. Battles of wit and will sprang out before my eyes from the terrors of lost self respect and dishonor. Many who called a voice of reason blanketed the screen with shouts of their own righteousness.

Nothing fulfilling.

Then a quiet voice enters.

I can feel already the pangs of my own attention being drawn into preparation. By a simple name there is energy and consciousness unheard. Here is a tense moment, anticipation and patience. Within a few seconds many lifetimes flash before my eyes. I am awaiting something that has always been silent in my own bones. This day would answer.

She writes… and brings forth a question into existence. Boom… there it is. Another BOOM there it is. Why do I know this is it? Why did I know it was coming? Why did I stare my heart into these words before they even appeared?

Silence in the room. No one Chats. No one Answers.

It isn’t for them. It is for me.

She asks what she already knows and the very thing my own spirit has waited to hear upon the wind.

After snapping out of my shock. I answer.

“I would like to answer your question, but it will take a very long time”

Moments pass. MILLIONS of moments pass inside my mind.

She replies to the single voice who had received her.

Did she know this day would alter her entire life? Did she know that I was there in that moment just for this very moment? Was she aware of the course correction that took place in her entire life plan? Could she have foreseen the subtle hand of the Universe at work?

And there she was, shy, scared, upset, untrusting, unable to believe, angry, hurt, abused, lied to, confused, wounded, withered, bound to slavery, forced into servitude, unanswered of justice, disrespected, disregarded, and wanting. There she is wanting of one thing to be made clear.

My Father speaks into my ear for the second time in my life. A single word makes all things of grace understood.

Within a heartbeat I am given all that I need to know in order to proceed with this kindred spirit. There in that first step, forgotten cities were rebuilt.

Then out comes the Brat. How silly of this man to think he has an answer? What man could possibly understand or care or love or add to anything that would pour forth from a woman’s heart? Didn’t I know how completely humorous that sounded? Could I not fathom the insanity of this attempt to solve the unanswerable riddle? I must think I know everything eh?

Then out comes the old man. How silly of the fatherless child to think she is without father? What woman could possibly understand the path an old man has been destined to walk? Didn’t she know how completely outside her own experience she was? Could she not fathom the spirit dwells also within man who is the unanswerable riddle? She must think I know everything.

And so the old man and the young brat stand face to face. Surrounded by a blurry populous, a new city with new walls are built around us. We are encased into a different reality. The lights do not blind, the sound does not deafen, and the consciousness is again poised to it’s feet.

Here she was, the prisoner of her own life, the bound soul created by her own rebellion. Sorrowed by the whips of endless irony and taunting lies, her only recourse tightened the chains even further. This is hell, to have no possible method of creating an escape that isn’t also a lie. For in hell, ALL things are false. How do you retreat when even love is mirrored as a lie in hell? How do you withdraw when even truth is a lie in hell? How do you flee when even justice is a passionate falsehood in hell? How do you exit when ALL the doors that line the rational mind are victim to their own belief that they can believe what is perceived? How does one leave hell when Hell is formed in a broken mind trying to fix a broken mind? How can one repair the mind with the mind? Even the heart is in hell with the mind, and the spirit cannot be felt for all the doors to it are also false leads that end in death. The way that seems right in a human heart leads to death when the mind is in hell. Hell is a perfect game of misdirection.

And here she was…In this place surrounded by others in this place. No one in hell can save another in hell.

My suspicions were confirmed by a promise she asked me to keep. And this was the second confirmation from my Fathers word. For in this promise was the solid foundation which ensured the path of freedom.

SO I looked, and found inside my own self a small portion of Heaven. And from there shined a simple light from a place afar. Curious she faced the light. Curious again she questioned the passion of the beam. Trap upon trap was laid before me. Would there be enough truth inside this man to expose the traps of darkness? And this was already secured by the promise of justice given to this one who asked.

Then there in my silence, I witnessed the formation of the greatest of all creations. Right there in my quietness was the band of spirit shared between us. Never to be as a man, I must always secure the divine in order to keep my word. Never to be as a woman, she must always secure humility in order to honor her own wish to touch divinity.

It was a perfect plan. It was from the beginning.

How I loved her so in this our first humble day! The memories of loving her then outweigh the awareness of that day even then! As we look back and laugh at our own childish ideas that we felt were so powerful as youths… I look back and see far more love then I knew I had for her in our first days. Even in this I have fallen to my knees in rejoice over its unending justice.

For in truth, nothing and no one could ever stand long between what was formed that day. In truth nothing and no one could close this door that was opened, or sever the connection that was designed from its originality. All those who fought against this truth bought only more time of their own confusion. All those who rail against love only hinder their own desires. We honestly reap what we sow.

And as the years passed by in this our Heavenly and honorable love… She began to grow into the woman she had desired to know in herself. As the years passed by in this process of awakening, the old man shed his fear of death, to embrace the Man who cannot Fall.

As the years passed by, and turbulent winds roared through the lives of both, nothing came against the spirit of the two who are one. The mockers strengthened the outer skin of the cord, the haters emboldened the central core, the naysayers exposed the fears that fell quicker away because of their lessons. The truths, of which there are many, became clearer and clearer each Moon.

One day, the man and the woman met in this spirit. Transformed and now transfixed into this new love… ALL that remained was for the sake of joy. She reached out, in a last gasp of her own dying breath… and cried out to release me from my promise and my word. 5 years of brotherly love had blinded me from the final stages of her beauty.

Eyes now open, heart now fully open, flesh now able to feel, skin now touching the energy, another dimension of creation expanded.

Alone in my world, she opened to me. Alone in hers, I revealed myself to her. Alone in our world… that was built stone by stone, one at a time… we awakened to a mighty City of Gold… found in the center of the smallest stem of life.

And there we had lived since the very first day of our meeting so long ago.

And here we live now… in our divine gift… prepared for us… by the simple act of one question, and one answer.

And for us… this answer lives on in each and every day… revealed more and more… with every breath, every touch, every kiss given.

Ryan o0o