The question has been asked numerous times – ‘Will the story of how I Am You / Water Lillies was scribed be told somehow?’
At intervals, juicy nuggets of this compelling topic may be writ ‘upon this page’ 🙂
For now, we’ll do our best to ‘point you to’ little gems of this said topic, as they appear in scribes from time-to-time . . .
Thus you may wish to read Day One-Forty-Five, as there are references sprinkled throughout it of ‘The Creation of I Am You’ . . .
It is, indeed, as fascinating to us – as it may be to you!
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She had no idea, that what she has to share, which is what she ‘knows’, would be so valuable . . .
When she was in, her cloister time, she was aware, of Salman Rushdie . . .
She knew then, that he had just released, a ‘book’ that was, then perceived . . .
As threatening, to ‘the powers that be’, and he was sent, ‘out’ . . .
She knew then, in her heart and soul, that what she held, was of such ‘gold’ . . .
She knew naught then, what she would ‘scribe’ – and yet . . .
She knew, that it might be, by some perceived as . . . ‘heretical’ . . . and ‘blasphemous’ . . .
Years and years passed . . . the ‘book’ was writ . . . o’er and o’er again . . . to birth it ‘in’ . . .
You see . . . it is from . . . a higher ‘Voice’ . . . and as such . . . it must be ‘tuned’ . . . for all . . . to be ‘able’ . . . it to ‘receive’ . . .
‘Tis somewhat like . . . a violin . . .
If its inner ‘pitch’ . . . is too high . . . or if it . . . is too ‘thin’ . . .
The audience . . . will naught hear ‘it’ . . .
And so it must . . . be fine fine tuned . . . again . . . and ‘again’ . . .
This . . . ‘she’ has done . . . o’er and o’er ‘again’ . . . each ‘time in LOVE‘ . . . great ‘care’ amen . . .
This ‘book’ is . . . a ‘song’ of sorts . . . a great love song . . . from our dear ‘lord’ . . .
Our lord is naught . . . a ‘slave driver’! . . . Our lord is LOVE . . . Our ‘lord’ . . . is . . . LOVE . . .
To this she wed . . . many ‘years’ ago . . . to be its ‘bride’ . . . to ‘be’ . . . its . . . ‘scribe’ . . .
In recent years . . . she’s ‘writ’ again . . . and this time ‘it’ . . . did ‘rouse’ some ‘men’ . . .
Who set about . . . to ‘do her in’ . . . to stop her in . . . her tracks . . .
She overcame . . . these threats to ‘life’ . . . deep rooting her . . . ‘resolve’ to scribe . . .
With much great help . . . from those ‘above’ . . . plus those on ‘earth’ . . . she stands in love . . .
She did naught know . . . when she ‘began’ . . . such innocence . . . was then her ‘land’ . . .
That she was in . . . a ‘maze’ of sorts . . . a ‘board game’, now . . . is what it’s ‘called’ . . .
This ‘book’ you read . . . is a ‘ransom . . . note’ . . . Once it is writ . . . she slides a ‘cross’ . . .
The ‘board’ that is! . . . to the . . . ‘other side’ . . . of the . . . ‘river’ . . . as she . . . is the ferry . . . queen! . . .
Safe passage is . . . her one deep heart . . . to carry those . . . who from the ‘start’ . . .
Have doubted ‘god’ . . . have eschewed ‘love’ . . . as they ‘forgot’ . . . they TOO . . . ARE . . . LOVE!
And now she ‘sits’ . . . here with a ‘sis’ . . . a sister ‘scribe’ . . . who does ‘assist’ . . .
Her to complete . . . this ONE . . . huge . . . ‘task’ . . . this book be ‘writ’ . . . this ‘book’ . . . be . . . ‘cast’ . . .
It is a ‘line’ . . . a life ‘line’ from ‘god’ . . . to ‘lift’ us ‘home’ . . . to ‘lift’ our ‘souls’ . . .
Out ‘from’ this ‘thick’ . . . out ‘from’ this ‘chill’ . . . out ‘from’ this ‘world’ . . . that ‘some’ call ‘hell’ . . .
For ‘it’ has ‘been’ . . . a . . . ‘dream’ . . . of . . . ‘sorts’ . . . that ‘all’ have ‘lived’ . . . right ‘from’ the ‘start’ . . .
And ‘she does KNOW’ . . . what ‘this’ does ‘mean’ . . . ’tis ‘why’ it’s ‘her’ . . . this ‘scribing queen’!
She ‘has’ been ‘called’ . . . a ‘queen’ of ‘sorts’ . . . The ‘first’ time ‘this’ . . . she ‘was’ so ‘called’ . . .
Was ‘when’ we ‘gave’ . . . her ‘this’ her ‘script’ . . . re ‘mind’ ing ‘her’ . . . she would ‘scribe’ . . . this . . . ‘book’ . . .
We ‘called’ her ‘then’ . . . the ‘Queen of COURAGE’ . . .
For ‘we’ knew ‘then’ . . . this would ‘take’ . . . great . . . ‘courage’ . . .
To ‘stay’ this ‘course’ . . . no matter ‘what’ did ‘rise’ . . . to ‘naught’ give ‘up’ . . . and to . . . ‘naught . . . DIE’ . . .
As this ‘is’ a ‘maze’ . . . a gauntlet ‘that’ she ‘walks’ . . . to ‘scribe’ this ‘book’ . . . to ‘complete’ . . . this . . . ‘rook’ . . .
You will ‘come’ to ‘know’ . . . some of ‘the . . . ordeals’ . . . the fire, fierce ‘winds’ that ‘blow’ . . . trying her ‘to . . . deter’ . . .
Yet ‘she’ is ‘strong’ . . . stronger ‘than’ an ‘ox’! . . . she does ‘naught’ give ‘up’ . . . and this is ‘why . . . it’s her’
Living . . . and ‘loving’ . . . this . . . sacred ‘journey’ . . . of bringing ‘in’ . . . the ‘vibration’ . . . of this . . . holy ‘book’ . . .
The ‘virtual . . . reality’ . . . is ‘more real’ . . . than it ‘may seem’ . . .
With LOVE . . . she ‘commits to THIS’ . . . the ‘birthing’ . . . of this ‘holy book’ . . . She knows ‘naught’ . . . what will ‘be writ’ . . . She ‘opens’ . . . like a woman . . . ‘does . . . to RECEIVE . . . the . . . SEED’! . . .
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In ‘trust’ . . . of a ‘super human’ sort . . . she ‘surrenders’ . . . time and ‘time a’ gain . . .
To ‘fulfill this’ gift . . . to ‘birth it IN’ . . . so that ‘all may’ read . . . and feel . . . ‘it’ . . .
In their ‘cells’ . . . and in their ‘bones’ . . . and KNOW . . . that this is ‘home’ . . . the sacred ‘home’ . . . that we ALL . . . have been yearning ‘for’ . . . since . . . ‘we came IN’ . . .
Breathe ‘deep’ . . . our ‘friends’ . . . as ‘this is’ . . .
This . . . ‘is’ . . .
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