The Hidden Secrets and Metatron's Gift!

"Come Harmonia", Beckha ushered as the white crested sea eagle, flew above her. She noticed Harmonia held a suspicious package wrapped in brown paper in the grip of his talons. Beckha was out in her garden, communing and singing with her adornment of trees, flowers, and birds on that sunny yet fresh morning when Harmonia appeared. It was the light breeze that came up and brushed past her when she looked up and saw Harmonia approaching. In her garden, Beckha knew there was nothing more beautiful than her own creation of heaven, here a place where she could just lay in the arms of nature and everything she touched, smelt, tasted and felt was blissful beauty and whispers of The Beloved’s love. She delighted in orgasmic wonder as Harmonia circled and circled, each circle like the gentle caress of The Beloved’s hand across her beckoning body. Beckha watched as Harmonia descended toward her, their eyes gazing deep, Harmonia seeming determined, like Beckha was his next prey. However, Beckha knew Isaiah 40:28-31, and there were many rooms in my father’s house, to which Beckha lived now, all from the safety of her heart; she knew she was safe as Harmonia got closer and closer. Beckha smiled as Harmonia swerved just missing her, as he gracefully swooped to the side. The suspicious package dropping right before her feet. Beckha then laughed, "I've missed you Harmonia". Harmonia was Beckha's ally and messenger of the higher realms, however this suspicious package wrapped in brown paper, were not usually how messages arrived.

Harmonia walked toward her, Beckha watched the elegant stride, his broad chest hunched and his beak like a pointer, squawking as he waddled along. Beckha knew the might in Harmonia’s wings, the fervour of his eye and the precision of his hunt. Sea Eagles, a representation of strength and majesty; enlightening everyone who dares to see from a higher perspective and soar gracefully on the updrafts with these magnificent birds. Their service, to inspire all, that any difficulty could be overcome, if one would only soar high enough and use a higher perspective. Sea Eagles, like many birds are fifth dimensional and assist with the enlightenment of all. Beckha could feel Harmonia’s heartbeat as she got closer, Beckha bent to embrace him before moving her attention to the package. Harmonia nuzzled her with his beak. Beckha pulled Harmonia tight and adoringly stated “What brings you here my old friend”, he made several clicking and ticking sounds, which Beckha heard loud and clear. Harmonia advised that today harboured the full moon and Harmonia the constellation and Andromeda where either side of the constellation of Pisces and it was time for Neptune and Uranus, to squeeze the deception from the sky. She knew Neptune was a planet in retrograde where secrets are revealed and Uranus would facilitate ground-breaking change. Whilst Beckha knew it was a mission from the Galactic Centre and with pages already summoned by the Akashic Records providing a twist of fate, she still wept with compassion for the little boy hiding and pining in his mother’s dress. This discord and division to now find rebirth. Man did not beget woman, nor did woman beget man alone, it was the union of both that created life. This was also true of betrayal, she was known as the betrayer, the one to choose lust over love, the one to annihilate sacred union. Beckha emotionally whispered softly into Harmonia’s face, “ Back then, I did not know, it was all betrayal”. She hugged Harmonia one last time before he took flight again, Beckha watching as Harmonia disappeared into the skyline, slightly nervous as she still not clear what was in the suspicious box.

Beckha grabbed the box with both hands, curiously feeling the brown paper with her fingers. Her fingers brushed the smoothness of the brown paper, turning the package over where she discovered a tear where Harmonia’s talons pierced the paper. Beckha pulled at the hole revealing a box she had not seen for many aeons, she cried when she saw it, it was her commemoration of her initiation, long ago before the skies closed, and the angels were hidden from the world. She was initiated as a High Priestess, La Papesse, the balance and harmony between the subconscious and the conscious, this simple plain wooden box with a small Metatron’s cube burned deep into the grainy wood, speaking deeply of her soul. She adored Archangel Metatron, he was the recorder of the sins of men, a celestial scribe, an angel, Beckha knew him well. It was all she held in love and grace, a deep prayer of love that would restore her, it was the story that kept her in hiding, as the sins of man tried desperately to silence her. The sky changing instantaneously with her remembrances, the morning sun obliterated as the dark clouds formed. The crack of thunder heard in the distance, and the winds becoming wild and fierce. Beckha flopped herself on the grass crossing her legs in lotus position like she was about meditate. The storm bellowing around her, the wind in full gust, the rain drenching Beckha’s clothes. Her black pants getting splattered with the mud as the rain hit the ground around her, her white top sticking to her skin, revealing her hardening nipples with each crack of thunder, she knew this moment was created by The Beloved, she sobbed with pure relief.

Beckha knew how to find stillness within the chaos, a key provided in her genes twice over, she knew how to still her heart amongst the pain, she knew how to let tears fall without letting anyone know, she knew the meaning of true love and grace. Before she lifted the lid, she heard a lion’s roar, a declaration that the calamity of her persecution would finally be released, to bring balance to a time she was slain, her divine heart persecuted, and her body cursed and denied. Beckha cried, she had already forgiven yet Archangel Metatron allowed for secrets to be revealed and as Beckha opened the box, an all-encompassing light revealed the prince of presence himself, no longer a box yet an angel standing before her encouraging her to sing, beckoning her to be his heavenly scribe, he smiled, “Time to shed the veil of lies”. The lightning now striking at her feet, Beckha not once afraid of its fury. Archangel Metatron talked of the snake in Eden, now a time it all could be undone. She knew it meant the metaphorical representation and not the snake itself. It was the metaphor of false wisdom, a trickster, who used temptation to bring down heaven and then deny his betrayal. Beckha smiled back at Metatron, her eyes and his locking in joyous recognition. She pondered, “The demonisation of a snake, what an ingenious way to hide its true glory, what men would do to hide from their sins". A snake, some believe to be a beautiful representation of rebirth, fertility and immortality. Beckha was long due for a rebirth, she knelt in the mud, before Archangel Metatron, her arms lifted in prayer. “Om Tare tuttare ture soha” she ushered.

Beckha was ready, the illumination of a truth that no longer can be denied, a truth now spoken, it was Judas who sacrificed her for the beckoning riches, as he denied her love three times, Judas created the existence with his own darkness, his story, his deep seeded desire and lust. It was the women who were slain, how many women had he destroyed in the mirror of his deceit, Beckha was not the only one. Beckha knew anyone just had to widen their view, it was there for all to see. It was why divine sent Beckha in the first place, it was time for the angel of truth to speak loud and clear, it was her rebirth, her opportunity to restore all that was taken long ago from not only her yet the ones before her too. How many women had Judas in his bed whilst he told all the “ones” she had his heart? How many men did he lay with as his mistress as he touched the delicateness of each of his one’s skin with her faith of his love intact? Beckha continually held all this in love and grace; forgive; forgive; and forgive. It must be understood, it was Beckha that was sacrificed for their sins, it was for all the women before her that apparently smeared love and tore at the tendrils of his heart, even Beckha believed this. She would help him heal, she wanted to love him in the moments where once he would bang his head to the ground in shame and guilt for his never-ending desire, she believed she could have loved him to redemption. However, Judas, as he proclaimed to be The Beloved, not only denying the divine feminine within her yet also besmirching a divine sacred union with the blasphemy of his Judas heart and the cry of his loins devouring all he could. Judas placing her on the torture block of William Wallace dismembering her insides piece by piece, in the name of her betrayal, which was really his tyranny, she lay accepting his torture, as a child she just laid still too. Judas knew this, and as tears streamed down her cheeks, and each piece of her was removed, she was dying. Where was her grace and forgiveness. Beckha waited for the moment just before her last breath before screaming for freedom, while waiting for Judas to repent, his sins, allow Beckha to atone hers, that was the essence of divine love, was it not. She sobbed deeply digging her hands deeply into the earth. The rain had now drenched every part of Beckha’s body, she now knew that with each dismembered part of her, there was nothing that could have been done to the beauty of her soul. Metatron smiled and embraced her with his heart, he knew her path well. He knew the actual The Beloved sang her restorations, as each watched every slice of the knife, she was reminded that her body could perish, her heart be shattered, Judas could destroy her in this time however he could not have her soul.

Beckha was a devotee of the theosophy triad too. Judas believed a triad was where he could find his most fun, this is when they met Shiva. Judas told Beckha then the Divine Mother giving full grace for this invitation to occur, that three times she showed him it was the only way! Beckha trusted then, she trusted to the very end. She watched as Shiva brought Judas to his knees, yet this time it was another type of salvation. Beckha watched in silent loving witness as Judas’ mouth was all over him, as he gobbled the snake coiled around Shiva. Judas not knowing that this would be his undoing, in the end his lust would allow Shiva to do his job, bring destruction to Judas’ hidden desire. Beckha chose what Judas set up as her betrayal, the destruction Shiva offered after so many degrading moments where her body was ripped and torn, Beckha was looking for a way out, she could not survive much longer with the pain. Judas used her love to destroy and at this point Shiva graciously obliged, he knew that the destruction would be her rebirth, little did Beckha know this was the moment of her liberation. She was free. She laid flat on the ground allowing the rain to wash her clean. Archangel Metatron smiled at her, it was finished.

She watched the wheel turn, there was Judas starting his wheel again, the next one would hold him as the divine masculine in their eyes, her best ever love, a repeated pattern for all to see, a wheel so great that he spoke to it so assuredly, each a sacred love, each one a true love until the wheel turned again.