Rocco, THE ROUND TABLE OF KINGS.

ROUND TABLE OF KINGS.

we're aware of the situation Rocco is in. no need to worry. we say that many times and know that it's getting boring LOL>

Transcend.

be the Master my friend, be our friend. be your own friend.

peace is upon you.

you are wearing the Crown of the Kings.

our support is always here,

for you in this difficult time.

you fought many wars. lost and defeated.

now it's the final battle.

you know you're place.

you cannot lose this fight.

love is always the conquer, even if darknes seems to rule. do not forget:
you're Majestic power to transmute and transform all energies till they shine with the deepest light. a light so pure that even the blind will start to twinkle with their eyes.

you shall succeed.

now go,

you feel like a young knight,

fresh and new. who's about to enter the battlefields and worlds outside of his castle for the very first time. brave and with no fear, just a little unsure because the walls and the family on the round table feel so safe. but the outside world is calling, fresh and green.

so, we salute you as you turn around. your right hand on your sword and the left hand on your heart. you bow for us and we bow for you. grace will be upon you. no mistake can be made, you just can't. all this doubt comes from the descission to leave the palace and your family in the first place.

but we are so proud.

you've stand up on your feet and left the safe space to explore new dimensions, to seek darkness, war and misery. so you could test yourself. to see if the pure golden light inside of you was as pure as you thougth. and oh, did you succeed! yes, great honor. your light was bruised and lost his glow sometimes, but never, never had it lost the brilliance of it's inner core. it was only the outside that was stained, like the fog on a cold glass window appears when you breath upon it. that was all that was ever done to you.

you stood fierce,

found your balance amids the unbalancing energies.

you rode your horse,

you've done all jobs that there were to do. farmer, trader, slave and king. you did it all.

but now you have returned.

we bow for you once more,

and you will be handed the crown, cause you are the tallest and strongest of all of us here.

this golden crown represents the round table with it's twelve 'peaks',

we'll place it right now,
right above your head.
you don't need to go far to contact us now.
we're right above you.
now you can choose as the king of your own reality.
your hands are free,
let your right hand go of the sword.
wherever your left hand is, it is in the energie of your heart. you are your heart now. that's the price you've won.

for just a moment we stand up from our chairs.
it's hard for us to do as we posses no body's. but as approval of your journey we will do so.
we embrace and hold hands, the table between us. we celebrate your journey and your arrival. cause you've come back. the young knight still there, the old wizard, the furius warrior, the loving christ. you've become all that you wanted to be. your journey on earth is over, but you still may go outside, it's beauty and fun that's easy to experience there.

but you won't go out acting as a King, you just wouldn't do that. but you'll see with King's eyes. every particle of nature a refection of that. and you won't go out as a lost child neither: you never were lost anyway. and you won't go out as a begger, depanding on others for warmth and food. there is no warmth that can add to the heat of your inner core.

and you won't go out as a thief, stealing someone else's energie to make you feel better. no you won't.
what will you do, our young knight and precious new King?

what would you do when you leave the gates of this palace for the second time?

do you still need our support?

or is that an old thing?

would a King ask the beggers for help, cause we are the beggers here. we can't even stand on legs from flesh and blood, so we will sit down once again and wave you good bye.

as all the heavens, animals, clouds, thunderstorms and billions of suns are with you, in service of you. how could we feel any worry? that would be a strange thing. would you worry about your own child, knowing he is so rich? no you won't worry at all. you let him go.

but the minute you cross the bridge and look in the water to catch the image of your face and before you step on the grass on the outside world, you hesitate. for a moment,one foot on the bridge and one foot on the grass and the many new paths that awaiten you.

don't stand still too long, you've made your descision! go on! the hesitate is an old feeling, from the first itme you crossed the bridge and left the palace. you know every particle out there, it's your Kingdom! you know the smell of every atom off the trees, the flowers, the squirells or bees. how easy it is for you to find joy, happines and wealth. for you know every corner and nothing is hidden. it's easy to find the treasure's. you've played the game before: you know where all is hidden. it's for you to pick. unless:

you hide yourself from it. but you won't play that game anymore. won't you?