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Narration |
We
find ourselves at the foot of the Great Library |
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And there in front of us
Are the majestic and
imposing steps up to the Great Library |
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And all 3 of us look up at these formidable
steps |
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Archangel
Michael looks to us |
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Which one of us would like to join him in
climbing up the steps |
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Ruth shakes her head no, she is too weak |
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Archangel Michael looks at the
Scribe's Spirit and she
replies
That while she is not weak |
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She is not at her finest and fittest |
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And would pass the honor to
Sage |
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And Archangel Michael looks at Sage |
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And Sage immediately steps forward
toward
Michael |
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Sage |
Thank you my Lord for this honor and this
opportunity |
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Thank you my Lord |
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May
I use it well |
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Please my Lord, please guide me to use it well |
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Please my Lord I beg of you |
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Guide me and keep me on the straight and narrow
path |
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So
that I may make the most use of this rare
opportunity |
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Narration |
And Michael responds |
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Archangel Michael |
Come Sage, follow me |
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Narration |
And the 2 of them float up the steps together
hand in hand |
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They float up and up and up |
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There is a crowd at the top watching them ascend |
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And as Michael and Sage near the top |
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The crowd splits in 2 to make room for them |
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And then Michael reaches the platform
And an
instant later so does Sage |
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And the crowd breaks out into tremendous
applause |
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They crowd around but do not overwhelm Michael
and Sage |
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As
they congratulate them on their success |
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Sage bows deeply and thanks them for their
reception of him |
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For their welcome |
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Michael stands back as Sage speaks to the people |
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And then Sage turns back to Michael and sends
the thoughts |
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Sage |
Where is my work |
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What
is the fruit of my labor |
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Have
my people been saved |
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Narration |
Michael holds his finger to his lips as if
saying hush |
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And beckons Sage to follow him |
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And the two of them enter the Great Library |
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The massive doors close behind them |
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And what transpires within is known only to Sage
and Michael |
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The crowd remains outside |
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Looking at each other |
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There are sympathetic exchange of glances |
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They await |
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They hold hands together and they pray |
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They pray for the success of Sage’s work |
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They pray for Sage |
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They pray that he will be comforted and be at
Peace |
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After what seems like a long while |
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The doors open and Michael and Sage come out |
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The crowd is respectfully silent even as they
clear a path |
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For Michael and Sage to walk through |
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At
the end of the platform |
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Both Michael and Sage turn back
toward the
Great Library |
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And give it a deep bow |
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They then turn again and float downwards, down
the steps |
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Until they are back with us |
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Sage’s face is closed |
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I
look questioningly at Michael |
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He
nods at me reassuringly |
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Sage looks over at Ruth and beckons her to him |
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She rushes into his arms and he holds her |
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And he whispers to her |
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Sage |
It
is done dear one; it is done |
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Our
work is done |
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It
is complete |
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It
is done |
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We
can go home now dear one |
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You
can go home now dear one |
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Our
work is done |
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Our
children are home |
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Narration |
Ruth convulses with great heaving sobs |
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Her whole body is crying |
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Silently she cries |
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But every part of who she is, is crying |
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The tears of a mother who has hoped and feared
And waited desperately for so long |
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And never shed a tear while her children are
lost |
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And who now finds that her children are home
safe and sound |
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And who now allows herself to break down |
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And she falls apart |
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Sage picks her up in his arms and carries her |
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He
hushes her; he comforts her |
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Sage |
Your
children are home |
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Our
children are home |
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Hush
now – why do you cry |
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Narration |
Understanding full well why she cries |
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He
cradles her ever closer to him |
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She clings to him for dear life |
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Sage bows to Michael, every cell of his being
expressing gratitude |
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He
then turns to the Scribe's Spirit and thanks her
as well |
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Thanks her deeply; thanks her thoroughly – in
complete silence |
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And then Sage, carrying Ruth in his arms |
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Walks off stage |
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Walks toward his home |
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The home of his people |
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The plane of their existence |
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They are gone |
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The Scribe's Spirit turns to Michael |
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And looks at him questioningly – now what? |
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Michael holds out his arms to her |
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And she rushes into his embrace |
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And Michael whispers into her ears |
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Archangel Michael |
Congratulations little one |
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Congratulations to you |
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You did well little one |
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You have played your part and you have succeeded |
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And you have done a great people a great service |
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You may now go home and rest little one |
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You are free little one |
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You are now set free to carry out your duties
As
they present themselves to you |
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But know this |
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Your work is done |
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You have succeeded |
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You have done your part to bring Sage’s people
home |
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You have helped win the return of Sage’s people |
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Know that this IS true |
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It is a FACT in our Spiritual World |
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And it is beginning its stepping downward
Into
your plane of reality |
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Even as we speak |
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