2016
Poetically; We see Papageno in an autumn forest. Found in despair after his lost love. It's snowing.
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From the sky a joyful team of comrades appears riding a ballon, from up above - beyond now and then - they throw a snowball at Papageno; the ether joyfully brings cheering aeons teasing Papageno with clues to re-member his - yes - his story. History revealed, Papageno recalls the magic flute. A deliberate breath lets the vibrations manifest, affirming ripples from the past as lessons to now know. Instantly autumn transforms into spring. Papagena suddenly embrace him, reunited in love.
A better now from the void in-between a teams dream of an imagined wished outcome, embraced in synergy of knowing thy truth. Ask for the given and you shall receive, this in a newly revealed observance of logical retrospect - so - be it. Shake the sphere in the will you are.
You are free to mason, perhaps inspired in the craft of Eden - a ballon from beyond now and then.
