Gabriel Me and the Ego

One of the golden children walked on the hands of Angels because she was finally moved to seek the meaning of life and death.
The libra love scale, rooster and chicken or egg and double edged sword theories had been tainted with evil and unworthiness no longer existing sending the balance of evolved languages of what was good, or evil into corruption of the devil and fool in the tarot of life itself. An exploding and stealthy expansion of meaning in the nature becoming in the tarot making it void in connection to the spirit world. But it was mearly the ten of swords and the beginning of the funeral and the wake of earth being realised by its galaxy as the inevitable last reading on the horrison post the inevitable end of Mercury and Venus, and finally earth, with the naive vegetarian profits third attempt at assension becoming merely flowers in a galaxy dry of water. As if global warming had finalised again when all souls were legally claimed and returned to the God of love.  
Then the rooster crowed, the hen pecawed, the egg clicked, the sword opened the egg and a new perspective from an overseer God was revealed for a second time as the sacrifice of all life been, was lived and was to live was realised as an offering to the love Gods God. It was the final nervous breaking down of the camels back of evolution and a time of self pity and self reflection. The golden children had realised their own immortality to be suspended into space and time was to stop bringing complete calm and the children of God were shown the value of life from one mans full perspective of understanding.