Curtain Call for Norma Jean, God Bless You
An allegory written from a dream posted on "Michaelsguardian.blogspot.com" back in August of 2010, inspired by Michael Jackson's song lyrics and the Holy Ghost.
August 29, 2010 – Curtain Call for Norma Jean, God Bless you
A Short Allegory
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In the
midst of a 14 month search for the eloquence of subtle suggestion captured in
the every day events of an eclipsed illusion, I find myself with the ever so
slight pull to either side of my face.
It’s called a smile. As events
unfold, the smile widens and it carries the hint of suppressed knowledge. The show must go on. The art of
creation has its originator and he has always been in charge.
As the
back end of the better half of a performance unfolds before millions, some have
eyes to see and ears to hear, leaving
others to question the plot. No one
can force the awakening of the senses. Some
have eyes and ears closed to anything other than their own, self-generated
stimuli. The show, after all, has become
about them while the star stands
beyond the curtain of his Heavenly Haven, awaiting the next cue.
Some see the shadow against the curtain.
Some see a mirage before it. The star has prescribed their
misinterpretation, as it is one of his
shields.
The
slight-of- hand shell game has not
yet seen its last patron. The star, bemused, bides his time. He knows the
game of chess and knows it well.
After all, aren’t we all pawns jockeying for position before the castle,
bishop or queen plows us down in their rush to get to the king? The star is well protected. The players
are experts and it will be a long game.
The victor will be the creator of
illusion, with whom God has been
all along, assisting in a show that was, was not, yet is.
The curtain opens to genius stuff going on in the wings. In the din of the carnival grounds, a lone soul walks. She’s been here before. She looks around the dream at people with nothing behind their eyes. She knows her pre-ordained destination and she continues. The two in cloaks following her are not strangers, but they maintain their distance, watching her from afar. They know she knows. They whisper amongst themselves but she has ears that hear, and eyes that see. She is aware they know that she knows. A chess game on a different board. The pieces moving are events in an act that link the scenes on the script.
As the
sun goes down the people fade away, one by one.
The sun slowly touches the horizon, and soon only three lone entities remain on
the carnival grounds. The one with eyes that see and ears that hear, and
the two in cloaks who are not strangers and know that she knows.
They
follow her through the curtain, but
one cannot go. He is defeated before he
reaches the veil. Down the stairs and
into the room, under the chandelier on which hangs the golden cord. It is there they stare each other down: One fighting
for innocence, the other looking to devour it.
The
last two chess pieces on the board
stand their ground. No checkmate. There is only the golden cord before her
forehead as she looks up in acceptance.
A moment of uncertainty and he advances, giving her the cue for her to
reach up with every bit of faith she has and pull the cord that before was
forbidden. The golden cord. The final curtain call.
As she
pulls the cord, the curtain falls. Brilliant light overtakes everything,
disintegrating the room and the one devouring innocence. Soon his screams disintegrate as well,
leaving the one who knows paralyzed and blinded by the countenance of His
presence. She is not afraid. Cradled by rapture she is gathered up,
feeling neither heat nor cold, hunger nor discomfort, contentment and peace is filling
her child’s heart.
Transitional stages of being increases her prescient sense of truth as she is lifted up. She is engulfed by it. She understands the reasons for every delay in the answers. She no longer knows fear, only resolve that truth has always been there like a fortress, and the Creator of all things watches over his children in omnipotent protection, supreme power.
Upon
opening her eyes to what was once painful, she sees with the eyes unveiled by
worldly burdens she feels, smells, lives for the first time in child-like newness.
The
first vision is of the leaves of the vine.
She smells, tastes, sees and feels them all at the same time, knowing
the leaf on the vine intimately; it moves through her veins . . . the presence
of it. The experience is acute, as if
this is the first time her senses have really worked.
Next
she sees the bird in the tree. The Golden Finch. The fiber of every feather she instantly
knows. She hears its heart as if the sound were coming from within her. The bird blinks twice in acknowledgement then
flies off. She loves. Her heart is open with free-flowing exchange
of energy and emotion . . . the likeness in which we were created, she is now
complete.
The
star, the King on the chess board, the creator of illusion turns over his crown
to the one who gave it to him. As the
last enemy falls, he whispers in humble recognition, “It is done and I praise
you.” He says. “Thank you for bringing me this far . . . The
children are taking it from here.”
The star appears for The Final Curtain call. He bows as they call Norma Jean. Only those with eyes that see and ears that hear will know what has just happened. Only those who knew his heart will understand that he had yet to scratch the surface of his true purpose, which has just begun.
We
almost made it . . . didn’t we? We are
almost there.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m going to need your time and your
patience.” “We want to take them to
places they’ve never been before. Show
them talent they’ve never seen before.”
You’ve
been doing that for decades.
Happy
Birthday Michael.
Revelation : 3 – 5, “They sang as it were a new song before the
throne, before the four living creatures, and the elders; and no one could
learn that song except the hundred and
forty-four thousand who were redeemed from the earth. 4 These are the ones who were not defiled
with women, for they are virgins. These are the ones who follow the Lamb
wherever He goes. These were redeemed[c] from among
men, being firstfruits to God
and to the Lamb. 5 And in their mouth was found no deceit,[d] for they are without fault before the
throne of God.”
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