NOTICEABLY
POSTED :
Let
me tell of a king who reigned in anonymity upon the Earth for 1000
years-
and
let me also tell that throughout the kingdom where this king ruled there was perpetual peace;
and
all the anonymous king's subjects lived in plenty; and they had a
ball; while none of those who believed in the kings who have names
even noticed it happened. It happened right under your noses; and I
am sorry if you missed it. And that is why I tell of it!
Crime
was forgiven, disease got well, and hunger was fed. And, thus, there
were no big deals in the anonymous king's sovereign realm where even
the old were as young in spirit as Santa Claus; and even death came
alive in the face of so much unconditional love.
All
the subjects of that realm were free, happy people doing whatever was
pleasing for them to do and nobody was ever excluded from a perpetual
celebration of life. (not even you) It happened right under your
noses; and I am sorry if you missed it. And that is why I tell of it!
The
anonymous king wore no crown; and so, that is why you were blind to
his presence. That, and your fear of anonymity. Fear can make a
person go blind, as you know. Remember the tale of the naked
emperor? Children see him. Back then, anonymity was the place to be,
all right.
1)wonder
if he'll come back again;
2)watch
closely for the nameless friend.
He
will be one who flatly refuses to tell you what to do and will not do
what you want him to; because you want him to do it...ever.
“He's
a special case!”, according to his followers. “An ungraspable
phantom”, some who saw him for who he is were moved to say.
“Ornery,
is what he is”, others, the blind ones, would label the
anonymous one. “A buffoon!”, more of the sightless ones have
been heard to name him. Some scholars, who read of him, called him,
“a blathering monkey”. Yet, to this day that monkey remains
anonymous and free.
The
people who knew him said the best way to find him when you need him
is to follow a butterfly; follow a butterfly who seems to be going
somewhere, so exciting to go it cannot be spoken of;
see
it flitting about, telling every pretty flower it meets, “Look
out!”
It
happens, when it happens, right under your noses; and I would be
sorry were you to miss it again. Nobody, not even the butterflies,
who delight in it, know the hour of its coming. Look out!
Composed
February, 2013, Planet Earth by an anonymous composer who does not
know why. Such have been known to introduce people to the anonymous
king without an appointment since the anonymity has no scheduled
appointments and does as it pleases.
To
inquire write:
Note:
This has nothing to do with Jesus Christ and those awaiting Him are
to ignore this altogether; so there is no misunderstanding, the king
referred to here is entirely anonymous and was definitely not born of
a virgin. He is in fact not even a he and is both his own mother and
father. And is his own child.
And
this has nothing to do with the Holy Trinity Doctrine. I mean this is
about what is truly anonymous. In the very broadest sense of that
term. Not Yahweh, not God, not Allah, and not even sure. And, like
was said, ornery. This just has nothing to do with anything,
really. These words were merely
typed up in an organized fashion to be read and understood as true.
Mere words
and rhythm in a frequency
known unto the heart.
