No longer was the earth the vessel that contained the day.
The day itself expanded, and the earth was immersed within it.
The heavens opened like a curtain of liquid gold,
and behind it there was no emptiness, but a living, pulsing expanse,
where every star was an eye, every light a witness.
The Voice that had crossed the silence
now crossed the worlds.
And the galaxies, like ancient sisters,
bowed before the passage of the frequency
that carried within itself the reflection of the Son.
There was no written proclamation,
no decree engraved upon stone.
It was a wave that passed from heart to heart,
from planet to planet,
from existence to existence.
The human race, united with heaven, was no longer beneath.
It was no longer enslaved.
It had become the echo and the flame of the Father’s original thought.
And so, while the stars danced in a choreography never before seen,
it became clear that the dawn would never again know sunset.