The Christmas Tree's Confetti

The Christmas Tree's Confetti

"God, I owe her so much.  How do I ever repay her?  With my eternal love!"

The ninth hour neared.  No strength but to raise His eyes.  The sun shone so bright.  Yet, all living spirits saw the darkness that came with the light.  He saw the day of His birth.  The day His journey begun to reach the Aura's Gate to the Above Cognitive.  His destiny.  Foretold by His Father, the Lord.  The straw was dry to the touch.  No crying for He was cognitive of who He was.  His soul devoid of the seed of Satan.  He anxious to begin his journey to more.  The three wise men approached with their gifts.  The poor shepherd boy had none.  Rushing to the caves, he gathered some unused scrolls left by religious scribes.  The most unusual and rare thing he knew.  But so plain.  How to create a treasure of the world?  He thought for a while, then inspiration from the frolicking and playful lambs and kids.  Their colorful fleece, some short haired, some long, floating and swirling in the air.  Coming down with such delight.  Strips of scroll, narrow width.  Long and short, some squared.  Little more color needed.  Red dye and blue/black ink.  Thankful to the scribes and rabbis.  As the wise men knelt, laying their gifts.  Out of the air rained the confetti.  Cooed did the baby with such joy.  The feelings of the new colors and touch.  The same now as He sees in the distance the shining gate of Above Cognitive and His Father's planned celebration.

The ninth hour.  His eyes dropped for their last sight, "Mary, my lady from Magdala.  I await to see you again.  In this world and beyond.  One day, the confetti together."  With the closing of his eyes, all seeds of Satan died and replanted again in all souls to start anew.  His Father forgave all mankind.  The wishes of His son.  All cleansed.  Satan just laughed.  Knew it would not last the minute.  Though unliving, He felt the hands and ropes on him.  He felt the movement to his resting place.  Heard all the sounds, even the rolling of the stone.  When it settled, the confetti fell.  Reborn in a rising of body and soul on that faithful Sunday.  He saw her eyes again.  The love and faith.  Laws of His Father cannot be broken even for Him.  Two becoming One in entering the gate to Above Cognitive.  Oh, non-believers, soul of one can be of Earth and the spirit of God and still be one.

His visit that day so sweet, but short in man's time.  In its end, He ascended meeting her soul at the silver gate of moving on.  She arose to the sun walking to the door.  Looking out, she saw the confetti fall with His eyes.  She knew as One the journey begun.  He loved her even more as they journeyed together.  Letters and words of man cannot describe a world of spirit.  Nor the time for a journey through.  The end being the beginning standing in front of their Father all being One.  The confetti falling.  The planned celebration.  Showering the love and faith of a young, shepherd boy.  Day of His birth lives throughout from one day to the next.  Man chose one of his days to celebrate Him and His birth.  Christmas, the day of inspiration to follow Him and Her through that silver gate.  One's guide the Christmas tree.  Birth, resurrection, the trinity and new life.  The Christmas tree pointing to the gate and journey of Above Cognitive and the falling of confetti.

The tea so nice and sweet.  Softness of the cushion relaxing.  The star this year touch not the ceiling.  Ginger bread, hearts, elks and deer, so many more beautiful ornaments.  All seen, yet unseen.  She all on his mind.  And all smile was he for all other thoughts and whirlwinds were gone.  All the hopes and wishes he found in the Christmas tree.  Love, faith, and rebirth all to be had.  If she too could only see the three wise men approach with their gifts of rebirth.  Confetti would fall on the Christmas tree bringing the love and faith of a young, shepherd boy.  For The Father, His planned celebration of two being One would be fulfilled beginning the journey of One through the Aura's Gate into Above Cognitive and standing in front of The Father all being One, as the confetti fell.  Or, may this only be a story of Above Cognitive told by shepherd boys tending their flocks.