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HONOR, ABOVE ALL.
HONOR. ABOVE ALL.
A CHILDREN’S TALE WRITTEN BY REBECCA TACOSA GRAY
THIS WORK IS PROTECTED BY FULL U.S. COPYRIGHT. NO PART MAY BE COPIED OR REPRODUCED.--REBECCA TACOSA GRAY
THIS BOOK IS ABOUT JESUS
THIS BOOK IS ABOUT JESUS
This book is dedicated to a man. Not a God, a man, who lived long ago and showed humankind the weight of love by upholding an honorable belief system. Truth. Love. Justice. Charity. True Beauty. To the parents that read this book, and to the children that read this book, know this. Jesus, the man, the beautiful man, lived to show you how beautiful you really are. You are not just any human being, you are a person with a range of love, talents, and choices to call on. And it is your responsibility to do so. So please remember that you have one real goal in life, to be the Best within You. I know that others take the names of certain people throughout history. There have been some who have likened me to Jesus, and it is not true. Not true at all. Jesus is not me. Not me at all. And never will be. He protects me, I wear a TAV on my forehead gifted by him early on in the year of 2006. I am, and always will be, Rebecca Tacosa Gray, the Human Being, the California Girl, the Original…and there are those who know what that means. And to Jesus…my love and respect, as always. And it is mine and mine alone. No M’s. I am the other one, and you know it. The Original One…and I written this because I care about and love you..and you know why. Your history is beloved, and always will be. No Sacrifice. Only Love.
Copyright February 28, 2008 8:47 P.M., Rebecca Tacosa Gray AKA Sterling Parker
CALIFORNIA. The Tiger Lily. The Warrior. I never give up.
CALIFORNIA. The Tiger Lily. The Warrior. I never give up.
30% OF THIS BOOK IS DONATED TO CHARITY
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It was his birthday. He was nine years old today. He got up, went to the breakfast room, and found a small package waiting for him…a package from his Uncle. Beside it was a note from his father.
“Your Uncle sent this to you for your birthday. He said it was special.”
The boy grinned, opening up the package. Inside was a long narrow box, tan, rounded top, gold hinge on the front. The top had a raised surface pattern, beautiful, and it said “HONOR, ABOVE ALL.”
He opened the box. Inside were five clear glass spheres, engraved. Each had one word on them. TRUTH. HONOR. JUSTICE. CHARITY. LOVE. The boy picked each one of them up and looked at them. They were beautiful. He wasn’t quite sure what they were for, but they were beautiful. He’d ask his Uncle the next time he saw him. He put them back in the box and set the box next to his bed.
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That night, after a fantastic birthday party with all of his friends, the boy went to bed happy. He smiled when he saw the box, and picked it up and opened it to look at the spheres. They were all glowing. They were glowing with a soft light, and radiating warmth. He put his hands close to them, and could feel it, the heaviness of the warmth, and, for some reason the boy couldn’t fathom, it felt like love. Like love. He picked up the sphere that said “TRUTH.” A flash of light, and the bedroom was gone. And he was somewhere else. It was a room, all white, with an older man sitting at a desk perusing something. It looked like a glass pane, but images were moving continually across its surface. The man didn’t even look at him.
“Sit down, if you like, and take a look.”
The boy sat down next to the man and looked at the pane. It was a little girl, about eight years old, stealing candy from a grocery store. There was light around her, and the energy changed as she did it. The man laughed.
“Well, would you look at that. That girl just changed her karma. And not for the better.” He turned and looked at the boy. So, you’re here to learn about Truth. Well. Take a look.”
The boy watched as the girl got caught, and the store owner asked her whether she had stolen. She told the truth, and gave him back the candy, ashamed. Her aura changed once again, a glow of white as she told the truth. The store owner chastised her and sent her on her way. The man turned and looked at him.
“Every time someone does something negative the aura changes, the Karmic record is changed. And with truth, beauty emerges. That girl just took some of her beauty back, telling the truth. Every time you tell the truth a bit of beauty lives in you. Remember that.”
“I’ll try, Sir.”
The man smiled kindly. “May I see that sphere of yours?” The boy gave it to him. The man looked at it closely, and as he looked at it, it started to glow, brighter, brighter. The boy heard a voice in his mind. “The Truth. Clear and simple.”
A flash, and the boy was back home, still holding the sphere. He put it back, and picked up the other spheres, but nothing happened. He closed the box and lay down. Truth, he thought, as he started to fall asleep. Truth and beauty.
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The next night, the boy opened the box again to find his spheres glowing with love just as they had the night before. This time, he picked up the one labeled HONOR. A flash, and he was elsewhere. He was in a great hall, round. The floor was thick, clear, and the walls spanned into the sky, never ending, it seemed. All over the walls were thick, framed squares. Softly glowing, they were a bit like computer screens, each with a soft tinge of color. Their carved frames were unique. He could see text within them. A man walked in, fairly tall, well built. His clothing was sharp, modern, and he carried a clear glass sword on his left side. He looked at the boy kindly. The boy could tell this man was strong, serious.
“Welcome to the Hall of Honor. My name is Aric.”
The boy shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you. Come and take a look at the pride and joy of the Universe. The Hall of Honor represents the best within all of us.”
They walked together to look at the framed squares on the walls. The boy was amazed, seeing them close up. They were utterly beautiful. Aric touched one, a heavy frame, intricately carved.
“A man of honor. Read about him.”
The boy did. The man had been construction worker in New York. At the top, his name. Just below, his profession. The screen had a tinge of a warmer, deep blue. It didn’t look deep, it just felt deep, as if the boy could actually feel the character of the person the man had been. Underneath his name, text flashed slowly. The boy read it. The man, his name was Brice, had saved someone from falling off a building. He had saved someone’s life. The screen flashed, showing his other actions of honor. Some large some small. Aric smiled and looked at him.
“Stand still for a moment.”
The floor started to move, upwards. It stopped, it seemed, with a smile from Aric.
“The floor of the Hall of Honor moves up and down, that all frames may be viewed. You try it. Look at one of the frames up above.”
The boy chose one that he thought he might like to see, and the floor started to move. As he got closer to the frame, the floor stopped. The frame was more feminine. A woman’s honor. The boy was impressed. Aric showed him around a bit more, sharing some of the honor of the Universe with him, then moved the floor right back down to bottom position. Aric walked the boy to one large frame over the door. “HONOR, ABOVE ALL,” it said. And Aric touched the boy’s shoulder. A flash of light, and the boy could hear Aric’s voice echoing in his mind as he was returned home…“Honor is completely dependent on the Action.” Back in his bed, the boy put the sphere away, thinking about his own life, his own honor. Honor, above all.
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It was getting exciting to the boy. He went through the third day wondering what he might learn from the spheres tonight. And tonight, it was Justice. He picked up the sphere, the flash, and he was there. It was a large room, glowing clear bottom, and a half dome roof. The roof gleamed, sparkling with what looked like stars, although the boy knew they were not stars. In the center of the room was a circle, engraved with scales. Blind Justice, the boy thought. A man leaned against the wall comfortably, well dressed, in white. He smiled.
“Are you afraid of truth, boy?” He walked over. “And Truth is not blind, by the way. Far from it.” The man walked into the central circle, the sparkling in the dome grew bright. “This room is Justice.” He walked out of the circle and over to the boy. “When souls must be weighed, they enter here.” The boy watched as it seemed a body materialized , like light, into the circle. A few stars fell from the ceiling, disappearing into the air. The light of the body flashed a color, and then disappeared.
“The color determines the weight of their soul. They are then sent to proper placement. “ He looked pointedly at the boy. “There is no Hell, by the way. Old concept. Outdated, and completely inappropriate. We call it the Place of Reformation, now. Truly heinous souls are incarcerated, but pushed towards reform. Counsel. Moving towards love. True Justice. But love.”
He turned and looked at the boy.
“So…are you afraid of Truth?”
The boy just looked at him. He thought he was. He thought he just might be. The man smiled and crossed his arms. Walk into the circle. Nothing will happen to you, that I promise. The boy walked into the circle, and looked up. The stars just stayed exactly as they were. And the boy looked at the man, who was still smiling.
“You’re not ready to be judged yet. But you will be, someday. Know that. Justice does not lie.” A flash, and the boy was home. And he felt just a little sick. He would be judged someday, and it would be his honor at stake. He whispered it to himself, possibly trying to reassure himself. “I am not afraid of Truth.”
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The boy picked up the fourth sphere the next night. It was CHARITY. It glowed with intense warmth, and instead of a flash, the environment changed slowly. A large room, four walls, and in the center, a box. On the box was a form, changing, beautiful, radiating intense warmth. The wings fanned out like soft flames, billowing behind it, and the form continued to change, moving softly. The entire room felt like love. Angels smiled, talking in groups. Clear, glowing Hearts fell from the ceiling, sparkling as they fell, and he watched as Angels broke conversations to catch them, proceed to the central Angel, and disappear. At that moment, the central Angel glowed deeply and a form emerged. Female. And it moved to the boy. He could see its form, feel its form, a deep warmth. The parts of the body seemed to be floating, wafting, soft light, floating. And it settled around him, and he felt love. He could feel the voice, floating in him, around him, beautiful, reassuring… calm, kind.
“This is the room for Charity, the true beauty of love…a gift of caring from one soul to another. The flame of our hearts gather as we give to one another. We look at each other. We truly see each other. And we say it. I love.”
And images floated through his mind…the Angels, happy, catching the shimmering hearts, true acts of charity. The Angels carrying love to each, both giver and receiver…the birth of love every time someone gave, shimmering in the air…the hearts, the love…and soft, the boy fell asleep. In the morning, he woke up feeling beautiful. He put the sphere back in its place, still warm, then he went to hug his mother and father.
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The fifth night the boy came home and had a wonderful dinner. He was excited. Charity had changed the way he saw the world, and tonight, the sphere would show him Love. He climbed into bed and pulled up his covers around him. He picked up the box off his side table and held it for a moment. He had learned so much in the past few days. And tonight…LOVE. He opened the box and looked at it. All of the spheres were glowing, glowing deeply. And the fifth, the fifth radiated light. It had a slight greenish glow to it. He picked it up and looked at it, and it started to glow so deeply…he could feel the warmth all around him. And his room became his room, but not his room. Because there was something in his room. And it felt like the Universe. And he saw something else. A woman, on another bed, and she had long dark hair and was holding an atom. Instinctively, he knew she was in California. Next to her was a God…glowing, he was glowing white, almost as if he was the matter of stars itself. And there was a change, and he saw it span out from the girl on the bed. The cosmos, the planets, the feel of the Universe moving…it was love. The Universe was love. And the boy wanted to weep. The Universe itself was love. And he watched as the entirety of the vision compact, shrink and fit itself into his sphere until it was just the universe. The love radiated from the sphere and he looked at it, and looked at it, and pictures started to emerge…a family having a party, a husband kissing a wife, a couple taking a walk in the country, a dog jumping to catch a ball…the boy smiled. The pictures stopped, and the orb just glowed, as if waiting. The box, sitting on his bed with the other orbs, glowed brighter, one by one. And he watched each one light with the same greenish glow, one by one. TRUTH. HONOR. JUSTICE. CHARITY. And the boy knew just what to do. He set the sphere of LOVE down into the box. And closed it. And read the top.
HONOR. ABOVE ALL.
And he thought. I am not afraid of Truth. Not at all.
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