The story of the chicken who could lay the Golden Eggs, My MOM. Once upon a time there was a family of chicken consisting of a rooster, a mother hen, and nine little chickadees, many years ago in a far away galaxy, where all the animals on that planet could speak, read, and write many languages. What made this story so exciting was that there was a hidden treasure in the darkest of places; some of the chicken could lay golden eggs. I know for I was one of those little chickadees. The reason that I am telling you this story is that you may also discover the secret of the golden egg. Here we go, put on your seat-belts, for we will be traveling at light speed, and I don’t want you to fall off missing the recipe that produces the golden egg. The circumstances that surround this hen house are not uncommon, as you may discover that it may even be similar to the place where you live. I should pick it up the story a little later in life, that is the life of a young rooster such as I am. Only being nineteen years of age and wanting to adventure out of the hen house; my opportunity came when I was drafted into the military. Our planet was in a iota-galactic war from a far away warrior clan that attacked our planet without provocation, and without warning. The draft was instituted and there was my chance to begin my adventure. I was sent away too boot camp (of course what an honor it was to fight for my country). It was so exciting I was going to be the best rooster that anyone has ever seen I was going to make my Dad so happy and proud. While on the beginning of my journey someone gave me this little green book, that I could keep for my very own. I had heard about this book all my life, but I never had the privilege of having one of my very own to keep. I couldn’t stop reading it, life was coming out from the pages, and it made so much sense to me. My father will be so proud of me I thought; little did I know then that that story would take me on a journey that would alter not only my life, but everyone who would believe in it. There I go again jumping ahead, I will try to slow down I get so excited. Let’s go back to the hen house, what I like to call the pen, since it sometimes reminds me of a prison. My mother is the center of this story, or should I say the treasure of my life, the center of this story is the secret ingredient that is the base substance in the making of the golden egg. The means by which the egg is produced is in the furnace of affliction, this is why the production of the golden egg is so rare, even when all chickens can reproduce this golden egg. This secret recipe is not new, but is hidden to all those that walk by sight, or feelings, it is only revealed to those of a pure heart that of a little chickadee. You dont have to be young or old, all you have do to is to have the ability to hear and to mix faith with what you hear. We have all been designed to produce this treasure, but the origin is sourced in another The Incorruptible One. When you discover this one you must ask him to come and dwell inside of you, and run your life. Once you do this your adventure begins, you now have the capabilities of producing the treasured invisible golden egg that last forever and ever never looses its value, revealing the incorruptible one. Well back to the story of how my mother was one who produces dozens of these golden eggs, and all living things in all of the galaxies wait with such an air of expectancy just to be able to see her, let alone to be able to meet her, or to be her friend. This production of golden eggs can also be yours if you just believe and dont resist the Spirit of The Holy One, The Incorruptible One. All gold as you know comes out of the intense fires that burn within the secret place, the dark place where no one wants to go. The only way that you go there is by permission of The Holy One, and the only way you would stay there, is by having such a love for others as The Holy One does. The Holy One then promotes you to endure such pain and suffering imposed upon you from others (even when those whom He chooses very seldom know that they are being used). This is the makings of the golden egg. You can see why there are not many that produce these golden eggs since they are produced under such conditions. Well you can see how proud that I am to be one of the nine chickadees of a mother hen that has endured such a process, not only to produce one golden egg but dozens of these golden eggs. One of the main mysteries that exist is that of not reacting to those who have been chosen to administer such pain and sufferings. Love has brought you to that place, and it is the understanding of that love that keeps you there. Our Master The Holy One is the one where all this love is sourced in, and he sent his only son to die for us, and took all of our sins upon himself, making it possible for all those who believe to have The Incorruptible One dwell within us. This was the story that I had read so many years ago. So if you have a rooster that pushes his weight around in that place call a pen, and makes it almost impossible to express your own thoughts or ideas, dont react let love keep you and produce the secret invisible golden egg, as you please your father in heaven The Holy One. Let the rooster go on crowing out demands for he may be a privileged (even if he doesnt realize it) one that produces the fire that purifies the golden egg.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 22:13:10 +0000
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