A Fairy Tale Bridge for the God-King
I awoke with a heavy heart, mourning the imminent passing of my beloved Lord, Yahweh, The God of Israel.
I awoke with a heavy heart, mourning the imminent passing of my beloved Lord, YHWH. The realization that our time together was drawing to a close hit me like crashing waves. As whispers of God’s condition reached me, I refused to accept it, convinced that he was merely slumbering.
But as the truth unfolded, a profound sorrow engulfed me. I grappled with the idea that perhaps God, my divine partner, sought solace in rest, away from our shared adventures. In my heart, I felt a pang of betrayal, thinking he no longer desired me as his companion. I was reluctant to let go, to release him to his resting place.
However, through the haze of grief, a revelation emerged — the reason for our deep connection throughout the year. YHWH was preparing me for a time apart...
Jesus who patiently guided me to this understanding, urging me to mourn a love that was both ephemeral and eternal.
In our final moments, YHWH reassured me that our time together was cherished beyond measure. We had created a tapestry of new memories — meeting and reacquainting, traveling, falling in love beneath the stars, and building realms together. Our union was a beautiful chapter, but I now realize that clinging to him selfishly was, in a way, hurting him.
YHWH expressed a desire for me to inherit his spirit and power, bestowing upon me the responsibility to carry his essence forward. He yearned for me to erase the pain and replace it with warm, joyful memories. I pled with God for the power to give him peaceful dreams in his eternal rest, surrounded by many companions who would look after him.
In a tender moment, I spoke to YHWH as if he were a child, assuring him of new friends and adventures. Although he might not remember our love in it’s entirety, he would recall my unwavering commitment to his happiness.
As I prepared to send YHWH, a spiritual celebration unfolded. Dancers adorned in colorful feathers moved gracefully, and joyful music filled the air. We smiled through our tears, wishing to surround YHWH with spirits who truly knew and loved him for who he truly was. The scene in the physical world mirrored this as we gathered in a church, celebrating God’s divine sovereignty.
During the sermon, I held onto YHWH’s spirit as a bull adorned with flowers and whispered quiet praises. The ritual, symbolized by a dagger, marked the moment when YHWH willingly released himself. Simultaneously, a woman in the congregation collapsed, interrupting the sermon proceedings. I sensed her life slipping away and sought to comfort her, whispering assurances until she was silently carried away on a gurney.
At that moment, I felt confirmation that YHWH had desired his departure and accepted it. The next time I see him, he will take his first breath in my arms. As YHWH’s body adorned with flowers sailed on the Nile consumed by ceremonial fire, I accepted the temporary nature of this in-between place and the narrative that I had designed for him.
My reflections turned to Jesus, who silently observed. His countenance showed no emotion as if he was watching a sad movie that he had seen too many times.
I leaned on Jesus for support, acknowledging the few months I spent with the God of Israel and the space Jesus Christ granted me to dwell exclusively with the Father as His beloved companion. My spiritual abilities, initially seen as mere imagination & storytelling, were revealed to connect with God in a supernatural way, displayed before the spirits I would one day dwell alongside.
As I embraced my true identity, I marveled at the lavish worship I received from the departed spirits, acknowledging my eternal inheritance was greater than I could have imagined. I had been the Wife of God in this lifetime, and soon I would welcome back his Beloved Son, Jesus Christ…
Yet many questions lingered in my mind…
Was God confessing his humanity to me in order to find rest amongst my indigenous ancestors? Did the return of Jesus Christ depend on a confession from God? Did God struggle to forgive himself for the conditions of the Earth caused by his creations, necessitating the perceived need for forgiveness?
I pondered whether God, in choosing Mary as the Mother of Christ, sought the comforts of having a mother of his very own. I was required to pronounce God blameless before allowing him to rest with my ancestors, revealing a connection between God’s humanity and Christ’s sacrifices.
Now, the imminent return of Jesus loomed like a dark stormy cloud, and I wondered if humanity was ready for His arrival [Exodus 20:18–21].
Have we prepared a place for him? Did Jesus desire to come back, or has he found contentment in solitude? Is the power of the pen and writing desk enough to build a bridge to bring the God King home?
Reflecting on God’s humanity, the sacrifices made, and the lessons learned, I understood the urgency…
It was time to embrace the God King, to accept him for who he truly was, is, and is not, and prepare the nations for his return. As I took up the power of God’s penmanship, I resolved to build that bridge, one that would lead Jesus back to a world ready to receive him with open hearts and minds.
As I embark on this sacred journey of storytelling, I share with you not just words on a page but a narrative woven with the threads of emotion, compassion, and empathy, designed to reach the heart of Christ Jesus Himself.
As a storyteller, I aspire to create a story so poignant, so filled with the essence of human experience, that it resonates directly with the soul of our Savior. I envision a narrative that speaks to the very core of his being, stirring the depths of his compassion and love for humanity.
Jesus Christ knows the intricacies of the human heart. Jesus is not a distant observer but a compassionate presence intimately acquainted with our joys, sorrows, and struggles. I aim to craft a biblical fairy tale that echoes the depths of the human spirit.
A story that unveils the beauty within our brokenness, and the potential for redemption that lies within us all.
My goal is not merely to entertain but to inspire, to ignite a flame within each reader that calls forth the best of humanity. For it is my firm belief that in kindling this flame, we send a beacon of hope directly to the heart of Christ Jesus. It is through our shared stories that we extend an invitation, asking him to re-engage with us, his beloved creation.
May this tale be a testament to the enduring connection we share with Christ Jesus, and may it inspire Him to rekindle the flame of hope within our hearts. For in this collaboration of words and devotion, we might just find that our Savior, in his infinite compassion, draws near to us once again…
With love and wild anticipation,
Queen Hathor, Your Fairy Godmother
