Parable of the Stars

In Parable of the Stars, Of the Birds Bees and Butterflies, is a concept of evolution through the creation of the universe.

Parable of the Stars

Parable of Stars is a story of hope and redemption. This message of duality is for the understanding of the universal call for balance in all things. The fallen angels who fell in love with the wonderful world that compelled them to dream and inspired them to believe in those dreams called out to them and they ran to fill the cup. They became consumed with the wonders of the world in all of its carnal darknesses that were a world of sensory pleasures. They believed so much in the power of their darkness that they became infatuated and hungry for more of it, and lost sight of the light, and the source of the life that was their true nature. They became the forgotten ones because they themselves forgot who they were... that they were greater than the soiled earth, that they were souls born to fly in the weightless freedom of infinity. Parable of Stars teaches that our desire for greatness and our eager anticipation to conquer the world and to become kings of our own domain is in our nature and nothing to be ashamed of, for the world is good and we were born so that we could experience this life bear its blessings. Yet, we are to be aware not to fall for it... not to be blinded by the illusion of the false promises that the flesh has the capacity to fulfill our truths. Parable of Stars, in the story of birds bees and butterflies, teaches the true nature of life and offers a way for us to live without becoming slaves to the gravel of gravities bounding forces. It is a story of liberation.

The evolution of the bird bee and butterfly is a metaphor for the physical mental and spiritual evolution of the course of time.  It is my own personal cosmic experimental experience, by which I intend to discover by my own journey, the way to ultimate freedom.  Surely, I must look to those who have come before me, to learn their ways, for this will help very much for me to learn the mastery of my own way.  It is indeed more so than anything else, a map for social evolution, on the quest to becoming a butterfly.  The secrets of the universe are open doors in the realm of my mind, and each parable of imagery is a key.  The parable of stars is such a key that will allow me to unlock multiple doors toward the future by understanding the mistakes of the past in relevance to the present, and, making a way toward my vision for the future.

The Arc Ohm

Flight school teaches newly winged angels to master the principles of ultimate balance and alignment of form in preparation for flight. At this school, few words are used, for the encouragement of telepathy, music, vocal instrumentation, and dancing, as main methods of communication. These universal languages are said to break down barriers. All of the professors here are felines, fancy cats that each have a distinctive quality of personality based on their subject of mastery. The great cats teach the angels to fly because they are the ones who know not only what it has meant to be a fallen angel, to be reduced to dirt in becoming one of the rat race, but also, then learning to rise up and above into greatness as supreme kings of earth and leaders of the course of evolution. Students graduate in stages from entry level of being Birds, then on to learning the secret of Bees, and finally to the becoming of a Butterfly. The highest level to be attained within this school and of this world is that of the Butterfly.

The Grand Arc

We were playing fairy games of dances in the garden amongst the fliers and the flowers.  the serene meadow was near a pristine body of running water.  She danced and leapt over to me on the tips of her toes and twirled.  with out-stretched arms and the bow of gracious virtue, she embraced the pure fluid within her cupped hands, and reached to the heavens.  Suddenly, she released the grip of her grasp and the water fell from the clear sky, like a fountain of sprinkling spries.  She then looked into me with clear and welcoming eyes that glittered with radiance, and her effervescent smile was as bright as the sun that lights the abounded celestial horizons.

Aged gracefully, like a fine wine of the vineyard, and of the most aromatic fragrant mists in the oxygen of the fresh breezing winds as they blow within her garden, constantly, she is refreshed by the supply of the good green grapes to filler her cup with.  She vigilantly whispers as the voice of the wind, precise instructions to her methodic remedy, as the recipe for refinement of aesthetic perfection.  One can only give what one owns and knows to distribute accordingly.  She is the superb distinction.  Pure, she is the rainmaker.  Timeless is her wisdom.  Her art is golden like the antique chalice of her blessed virgin vessel. 

Her window, in the image of a woman standing upon a tall and pointed pillar, show that her arms are outstretched to her delicate finger tips in the shape of the magical oh chi circulation of energy. The golden yellow glow as the aura of the sun that lives within her shines in to greet her and surrounds the silhouette of her rainbow coloured body of flower petals that extend below her hips and act as a foundation from which her transparent wings found just below her shoulders extend upward and outward in preparation for the transcendance (trans-en-dance).

Her long neck holds her head high, as she carries the crown of time, the wisdom of the changing moon, and the enlightenment of the sun.  Her days are green, as she sees only the goodness of the earth.  An open heart and open mind meet to match her open arms that are outstretched to welcome the children into her prismatic aura of vibrant rainbow glows.  On the blades of either shoulder sits the pair of reflective stars that sit in polarity within the heavens.  One of the east and one of the west are her counterparts.  The stars amongst her are mobile, in motion, with gusts of electricity behind them, as though filled with surges of lightning energy.  They are being fired upward and together, toward a collision in the center of her crown, where they meet in perfect harmonic balance of syncronicity.

Like an open door to a world of windows, she infinitely expands the dimension of the realm by which we exist through the reciprocation of the one truth.  Open to accept that which is coming, in faith and hope and love, she is the symbol of the water that flows and brings with it new life, washing away the remains of death, as the water flows to become an opening toward the coming of the birth of a greater day.  She shows that truly we are all one being boundlessly interconnected by the ray of light within us as unique entities expressing the one being that we are. 

She is a symbol of positivly conductive energy toward the ongoing influence of an inspired creativity, representative of a unified people toward the common objective of expressing the beauty of the universal truth by which and for which we have all been created.  It is the overcoming of all obstacles as her arms outstretch up to te boundless heavens, and gives hope for life and light and love in the flow of energy in this window of water.  In this way, we all stand to become free, as we establish a unity in order to serve the purpose of that freedom.  It is because of this truth that we have established a central home based from which to dwell, and it is because of this reality that we are inspired to magic, in the flow by which we are called one. 

Masters of the Arc

The Arc Ohm: Academy of Wings
School of Flight for the Elevations of Birds Bees and Butterflies
House of the Order of Holy Cats: Masters of Flight

Master of the Birds
Erna Tiy: Zen master of meditation and minimalism
Purist of the Body (With Spirit and Mind)
Blue (Water/Nest)
Of the Stars (Bronze Level)
Long flowing Garments of neutral color
Lesson: To Understand the Legacy of the Fallen Stars, and Learn to Rise above

Master of the Bees
Raj Hion: Scientific thinker and strategist of logic
Purist of the Mind (With Body and Spirit)
Yellow (Earth/Hive)
Of the Moon (Silver Level)
Structured Stripes, Plaids, and Polka Dots
Lesson: To Know the Cycle of the Moon and its purpose in the cycle of life

Master of the Butterflies
Zilo Amn: Flower child, creative artisan conceptualist
Purist of the Spirit (With Mind and Body)
Red (Fire/Garden)
Of the Sun (Gold Level)
Colorful tie died and floral, with rainbows and ribbons
Lesson: To Love the light, to celebrate it and live joyfully, in order to inspire

The Risen Feat

In the beginning of all time, and before time began... 

The birds of the heavens craved the claim to the earth, and sought to become like that which they did when they fell. Fallen angels did not expect the torments of the soil to burn their wings to ashes and condemn them to crawling on their bellies seeking more for all the days of their lives. The bones of the fattened foul became dense and they who could no longer fly eventually discarded the wings that now deemed themselves redundant.

These beasts of the earth continued to evolve, and their awakened hunger no compelled them to seek out all of that which was to be gained of the earth. Families and clans of distinctive characteristics of  these creatures evolved into what would set each group of entities apart based on the work of their hands, as now slaves to the earth.  And they competed against one another for supremacy; producing heirs to continue on their legacy for the quest to the top.  To gain all was the mission of each.

The once birds, and then bats, became nations of rats, who gnawed at the earth and declared all the lands as their own to gain.  Each raced for its own space, to acquire and store as saved goods, toward a continued evolution. The highly reproductive breeds of rodents flooded the earth with an evolved species of beasts; the evolution of the mamilia developed, as the reflection of what the new generation was to become - mothers, like the earth that they were consiuming, and the most highly developed gruop of potency thereof.

In the survival of the fittest, and the race for the top, there could only be one, and the clan was called the Felidae, the family of cats, who reigned supreme over all the earth. The cat became great because of her obsession with the birds that flew, as spheres that sit in the heavens, and balls that bounces.  Somehow, she believed in flight, and rose to the top by never looking down. Memories of a lost throne in heaven haunted her, and she taught her children to never fall, and for those who did fall, they learned to always land on their feet. 

As they evolved, their physical capacity came to know a muscular, compact definition as bodies with short rounded heads.  The skeletal and muscular construction makes the animal extremely limber and lithe.  A cats spine is extremely flexible and forelegs rotate freely outward in the shoulder joint, enabling the cat to squeeze through narrow spaces to twist about so that it usually lands on its feet after a fall.

The cats won the race!  Because of their ability to land upright, and also, because of the parachute effect of their bodies, cats have survived falls from great heights.  In the survival of the fittest, the cat has learned to land on its feet in order to never again repeat the history of the heritage from which they have evolved.  Risen from the ashes of fallen angels, the cats vow to live that they should never again fall from grace.

"Out of the ashes, we rise, to defy death, times nine."

Legend of Cats

When curiosity killed the cats, and fallen angels burned to bats, clipped featherless, condemned as rats, the race was on, breeding multiplicity, generations of species, and mammilians like Eve.  The femme was born out of darkness as falls, the world became its own reflection of the game played by birds that once feasted on air, of these kind that now knew only feasting on fear.  And in becoming the earth, dust was the glue that held them down, gravity to the soil kept them bound.  When the only way to keep from falling was to spring forth, the leap of the clock, learning to bounce back, and to land on all fours.  T'was the dawning of the fall-line.

Feast of Flowers

A bouquet of flowers for the birds, bees and butterflies, just as it is spring, in the hour of la primavers, the blossoming arise out of their slumber and out-stretch their arms of the most delicate petals, in the soft pastel washed colors of the rainbow.  The enchanted bouquer of waltzing flowers in the magical garden orchestrated to dance in graceful twirls of the symphony for the royal ball in which they attend the dance in honour of.  Floral princesses adorned in patterns of silken velvet, satin tulle, and weightless chiffon, blow daintily in the mellow atmosphere os the quaint wind as it blows to the tine of classical compositions conducted to capture the misty spell binding rhythm of the evening sky.  Hypnotic is  the movement of synchronized emblems of spring, as lightly as they come sprinkling magic dust to set the ambiance of the fleeting flutters of pristine petals.  Royal shades of purple are the violet, lavender, iris, and orchid settled by tones of pink and pearl, glistening and glittering in the prisms of light.

It is a party of floras in celebration of time.  The waltzing Orchids in the garden are caught in the wind, flowing fluently to the charmed step that dances of melodic whim and harmony.  Iris travels through time and space, around the world like the memories of trees that grow gracefully in the passing of the hours.  Flourishing shapes blossom in the prime of era, contouring cmiles and a radiantly glowing ambiance that warms the heart of all banquet guests.  A lavender's joy is the treasury of beautiful things, where the whole world of wonders celebrates the honoured truth of our celebration that marks the changing of the times.  As the new era dawns before our eyes, the Violets recapture the journey that is ours, through trials and tribulations, far and wide, we have travelled.  Come and share with us this royal affair.

In the banquet of fine dimensions, it is a feast, a ball.  The bouquet is a soft and sweet enchantment presenting to us, like baby's breath, a kiss of fresh air, as an offering of new life.  In this pring, we become the harvest of an abundance.  As we learn to fly, we are the flight of the butterflies.  Magnificent colours of a flourishing arrangement float.  A detail of purity and innocence is the song os the portrait of enchantment.  This embassy is a collection of tokens blessed and consecrated in the mystical fragrance of an enchanted boquet of florals, poised to perfection, and as a confectionate treat of the sweetest charms.

Song of the Roses

We arose out of the great depths of the water well.  We morphed rigidly out of out streamlike shells, and could not know why we had become so very hideous.  Freakishly, we grew limbs and began to crawl the earth on our bellies, and breathe an unfiltered air.  It was like we had been awakened by an illusion of terror, out of the deep dream, sanctioned by a bed of oceanic comfort.  Actualization of self came on all too suddenly, and eventually, the dependency on the earth became to massive, when we were called to live upon the earth, when we were made to breathe empty space.  We jumped out of the water, and trusted the moon and the stars which drew us, to protect and show thy way.

We arose out of the ashes of our own fallen wings.  The kings of heaven, we could fly and sing, and we were lights of our own darkest nights.  One with the sun, we were light as the feathers we carried on our backs.  We would congregate so that we could sing together.  Our bodies were kept pure so that we could serve our children cooked food, kissing them as they ate of our contracted kitchens.  We taught them to fly, from the branches of our tree houses, then set them free to soar in the wind.  in the end, they always flew back home, and we would continue to be the birds that fly together.

We arose.  We are not products of the evolution, we are the evolution that produces.  Our metamorphosis began when we were born out of the stars.  We are the earth.  The pure expression of fire and water merging, and all of the elements of creation, the ultimate union of day and night, darkness and light.  We are the duality, made for perfect balance.  We are the truth seekers; the dreamers and believers.  We are the ones who dare to break the rules against the orders of the world.  Our kind eats the forbidden fruit because we are driven to know what it tastes like.  What does it mean and why does it exist?  We strive to understand the world, and are born to express ourselves, to multiply ideas, to be the new evolution beyond the physical.  Our species is the physical quintessential to a perfect form.  We are earth.  Orders of the universal truth.

We arise.  We are called of the timeless matter.  We are the stars from which all have been born.  We are the reality that has awaited the right time.  Called as we are calling, as we call we are.  There are no words.  There are no answers.  There are no secrets.  we are the instruments that were made of the vessel.  We sing as chanting angels sing.  We dance like feathers that blow in the wind.  Free heirs to the throne, we are the butterflies, and have come to celebrate the new day.  We, daughters, are born of the stars.