The Story

It was by leaving the Fallen Kingdom that I created the world anew.  It was by way of my leaving that I made the vital activation, shed the skin of the old, in order to ignite the New World, to birth the New Way, to open the Sacred Gates, to Arrive anew.  It was by way of my leaving, it was by way of my NO.  My Sacred NO.  My radiant NO.  My NO became the law then.  My NO became the blueprint that gave rise to the new.  And then my YES arrived in response to what was being born anew, and I could receive it, as the Beloved receives the offerings of the Lover.  And it was my heart that gave birth to it, even as it was my heart that received it.

"Rise up, Baby", the gods said to me.  They were all on my side, even the mean ones, because they knew that what was written would have to come to pass, and they wanted to be on the winning team.  I was the main player.  Me.  My life's work, my dharma, to say NO to the old, to leave the Fallen Kingdom behind, and to create a way, to birth a way, to make a way into the New.

The Kingdom was fallen.  That much was true.  It had to do with a Mistake.  It had to do with the King, and with his sideways moves.  It had to do with how he made Love wrong, and making Love wrong, he put himself outside of Love.  And in creating a Kingdom outside of Love, the law was lost, Love being the law, and a lawless state was born.  Having made Love wrong, they lost Love's law, and being lost they lived outside of the law, outside of Love, outside of Home, outside of plentitude, outside of Grace.

Having lost Love by way of hiding and not seeking, the King had become Love's persecutor.  He hid from Love, believing himself to be locked out, exiled, banished from its Grace.  And so he lived in lack of its sweet nourishment and sought instead its compensation by way of sideways moves, by way of thievery, by way of stealing, by way of holding love hostage, by way of that which did not serve him, but mastered him instead,