“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made.” _ (John, 1:1-3 KJV)
One fine day, the Monkey King gathered his family in a gathering similar to the first one, for he wished to recount once again the story of the First Gathering and the Day Promised.
“Once upon a time, a very long time ago (on that long First Day which is brief for God but a millennium for mankind,) The Creator sought Balance between the animals who ate without conscience and the plants that grew without pause on the Great Tree of Earth.
“God Thought into Creation the Birth of Man, for He wished to bring peace on Earth before THE Great Day, that Day Foretold, when His Own Host Body would be complete and His Spirit would come to Live with Mother, His Bride.
▪Man is brother to all my creations. Treat him as a brother. His connection to me and The Mother will be severed, at first. He will think he is alone.
▪Give him guidance in the ways of survival. With your guidance, he will learn to reach into his own Spirit Within to speak with me.
“Creator commanded us to be friends and partners to all in caring for The Mother. We are to be as the Creator’s Hands in tending the Garden until and after that Day when He returns to live with the Mother.
“On this day of remembrance, we repeat His words on that Great Day as Creator raised His voice and the skies trembled,” Monkey King said, standing with outstretched arms to the sky.
“Let there be Day to break the Confusion!” Monkey’s voice rumbled.
“The Light of His First Day of Creation was born on that First Day on the New Year of His Sun. Creator called this new Being of Light, Sun of Man.”
As Monkey King paused in his recounting of the past, a small voice spoke up from the children at his feet.
“Why didn’t He raise the baby? I would not be able to live without you and Mother,” Monkey King’s youngest offspring asked.
Monkey King answered the small voice with tenderness, for he understood that wisdom comes from the very young.
“Oh, my young child, the Creator made us, but He is not of us. He is more vast than anything of this physical realm. He does not have the hands of a Mother or Father, although He is every mother and every father. This is why our hands are His hands until His young remember that Creator only waits for their Call.
“One day, Creator will be able to live with The Mother as the Light Within Man when His Sun on this Earth has completed the ripening process of the Body of Creator.
“This is the reason we mark this day, because we remember Creator will come to Live with The Mother.
“I must add,” he said, with a sly wink toward the child. “I asked a similar question.” The child giggled before returning to sit at Monkey King’s feet.
“In order to ensure Its Creation the benefits of living on the Great Tree, Man had to be Created from the very essence of life on this earth.
“Creator watched from above as Man was brewed from the essence of the Mother.
“He watched when Man met the Creatures that attended that First Gathering.
“He burst with joy as Man gave birth to the names of Earth’s Creatures on a day very much like today.”
“That is why we are Monkeys, because Man knew we were his keys to the Father,” Monkey King said proudly.
“Every year we gather in expectation of the Great Gathering, when the Creator will at last come to Greet His Creation.”
And, as Monkey King’s story concluded, the Great Conjunction in the sky lit up the Earth and all rejoiced at the Wedding Feast.
Much love and Eternal Joy to all, my friends.💚
The Dragonfly’s Student