Saint Brigit. Into The Looking-Glass ; ‘Who Will You Be When The Walls Come Down?’ May 7, 2012.
By, AuroRa Le
♕ Who will you be when the walls come down? Brick by brick,
they are being dismantled, and you will all soon be free to step over
the rubble and live your lives in fine abundance. Roam the lush lands
on the other side of the ancient fortifications – aye, my Hearts, they
must come down. Keep your senses affixed and make ready. The nuisance
of linear time is dissipating rapidly and shall shortly be no more.
This being said, we must let the curtain drop and say the show is over.
Bravo, job well done. Theatre Earth has proven herself a place of
exhilaration and heartache, invaluable not only for her performers, but
for all who sought knowledge in viewing her travails. Yes alas, the
show is over now and you must go within and seek remembrance of who you
were before you tread the boards. You must go backstage and forage
about. Remove the cumbersome and poorly-fitted garments, they never
suited you. With clean water, remove the paint and the layers of soot
and grime built up over so many lifetimes. There have been far too many
performances to count, am I right? Tear away all traces of facade and
gaze deeply into the looking-glass. Who is this being of exquisite
perfection that you chance behold? So taken aback are you by this
vision that you are momentarily stunned. ”How can this be?”, you cry
out. ”How is it that I did not know, all this time, who I am?” Look
again, I say, and this time do not be afraid. It is permitted that you
should relish your magnificence. Aye, we encourage you. It is fitting.
It is rightly so.
♕ All of us are of the Godspark. Of The Light we are, each
and every one. Borne from Source, set loose to live and be amidst the
splendor of all Creation, we are a family of One. Unique in our
expression, yet all made in the image of our Holy Parentage; we are
their pride and joy. Saint, Angelic, Starchild, Goddess, Master…there
is no difference here. Such is the way of The One. God made us, so we
all bear the same finery. In times to come, it is imperative you do not
forget this truth.
♕ So, I ask you again, my Darlings, who will you be when the
walls come down? Who’s face peers back at you from within the shiny
looking-glass? I feel your confusion as it has been a long and
interminable task, I agree. For some, you have played so very many
roles you scarcely know which way is up. The Earth Theatre seemed never
to take a break, to never close down. Only brief hiatus there were,
crammed between the scenes, allowing you little time to rest and only to
plan. Who shall you be this time, you wonder. You chose new parentage,
locale, costume and visage. Which role to play and why. What of value
would be gleaned from the experience? And then, upon the stage you
stepped. You read your scant lines only briefly beforehand, committing
them to memory as best you could and leaving a bit too much room for
improvisation. You became frightened. It mattered not how many times
you had done this very same thing. And, oh, the lights! So blindingly
bright were they that you could barely see the forest for the trees!
Center stage, you turned, only to find the eyes of the Universe upon