Trick 014: [VIDEO - BROADCAST MIND]
[Warmth. Light. Anticipation.
He was surrounded on all sides by others. Hundreds. Thousands. Formless. Waiting and basking in the love and safety and comfort of their home. Together and focused for one purpose. Hope. Light. Birth.
It was coming. Soon. He’s here. The voices were his and not his. The formless being around him were in communion. Waiting. Watching. In harmony for this event for the first time in their existence.
He knew the others around him. Knew their names. All of them. Recognized their voices.
They had a task. To witness. To remember. They were made for this. This moment.
He had been sent before. A messenger. Many times not long ago.
Light. Now. It was time. He was arriving.
Suddenly movement. Flying. Out of the light and the warmth and home. Through the skin of the worlds. Now there was sky. Flying towards the earth. A small town. A stable.
Screaming. A woman’s voice in pain. A man speaking softly to her. It was here. He could see them. He was looking through the walls like they weren’t there. A young woman large with child, laying on a bed of straw, screaming, panting, pushing.
He watched with the others. It was him. Now. The waves of anticipation and wonder and joy were overwhelming. They watched. The anticipation of the ages was cresting.
Another scream and a small wail. The waiting of millennia was over. The child was wrapped in clothes and placed on his mother's chest. The man spoke, "He will be called Jesus."
The young mother nursed the child and placed him in a manger. It was fulfilled. The host of others was no longer united. Individual voices sounded among them once again. The communion was lost. Most retreated, but he did not. He was not done and he watched the small family for long hours in contemplation.
Then he, too, flew away. He had another message.]
He was surrounded on all sides by others. Hundreds. Thousands. Formless. Waiting and basking in the love and safety and comfort of their home. Together and focused for one purpose. Hope. Light. Birth.
It was coming. Soon. He’s here. The voices were his and not his. The formless being around him were in communion. Waiting. Watching. In harmony for this event for the first time in their existence.
He knew the others around him. Knew their names. All of them. Recognized their voices.
They had a task. To witness. To remember. They were made for this. This moment.
He had been sent before. A messenger. Many times not long ago.
Light. Now. It was time. He was arriving.
Suddenly movement. Flying. Out of the light and the warmth and home. Through the skin of the worlds. Now there was sky. Flying towards the earth. A small town. A stable.
Screaming. A woman’s voice in pain. A man speaking softly to her. It was here. He could see them. He was looking through the walls like they weren’t there. A young woman large with child, laying on a bed of straw, screaming, panting, pushing.
He watched with the others. It was him. Now. The waves of anticipation and wonder and joy were overwhelming. They watched. The anticipation of the ages was cresting.
Another scream and a small wail. The waiting of millennia was over. The child was wrapped in clothes and placed on his mother's chest. The man spoke, "He will be called Jesus."
The young mother nursed the child and placed him in a manger. It was fulfilled. The host of others was no longer united. Individual voices sounded among them once again. The communion was lost. Most retreated, but he did not. He was not done and he watched the small family for long hours in contemplation.
Then he, too, flew away. He had another message.]