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This version contains an Epilogue, printed below.  The published version does not contain the Epilogue.
 

Epilogue: The Golden Thread and the Strong House
The Angels of the Thread

When the bread was shared and the tower turned to light, the boy and the girl walked on together, their cords braided into one. The garden spread around them, not as it had been before, but brighter—because every step of forgetting and remembering had become part of its roots.

The King’s voice rustled in the leaves, gentle and clear:

“This is why there is no more marriage here. What was two is now one, like the angels. Bride and Groom have always been halves of the same gift, waiting for the day they remembered each other. Now, nothing is divided.”

The boy looked at the girl, and the girl looked at the boy, but in their eyes they saw the same light—the Father’s face, shining without shadow. The names they once lost, the roles they once played, were now threads in a single cord. They laughed softly, because they had never really been apart.

The King spoke again: “Every life you lived was an angel, carrying messages from shadow to light. Every hunger, every kindness, every wound and every song was a letter written back to Me. That is why the child in the wilderness was never truly alone. Her angels always beheld My face.”

The girl touched her satchel; the boy touched his drum. Both glowed faintly, not as things to be kept, but as reminders of the journey. The satchel was empty now, the bread given. The drum was silent, its rhythm already inside. Yet neither was lost, for both had become part of the golden thread stretching everywhere.

And so the story closed like it began: with one thread in two hands, and a garden where nothing is wasted. For love, once given, is never gone. It becomes the song of the angels—the messengers who are not other than ourselves—transmitting forever that the end is the beginning, and the beginning is love.

The Resurrection Without Marriage

The King’s words echo the teaching of Jesus: “In the resurrection they neither marry, nor are given in marriage, but are like the angels of God in heaven” (Matthew 22:30). Marriage is a shadow of the greater union. The story of Bride and Groom, the boy and the girl, is fulfilled not in another wedding, but in the final uniting of lower and upper waters, when no division remains.

Here the Gītā speaks with the same voice: “The unreal has no being; the real never ceases to be. The seers of truth have concluded the same, concerning both” (Bhagavad Gītā 2:16). What is divided in time is unreal; the real is already united. Resurrection is simply seeing what has always been true: the Bride and Groom are one cord, like the angels.

The Angels as Messengers

Jesus said: “Take heed that you despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you, that in heaven their angels do always behold the face of My Father” (Matthew 18:10). The wandering sheep are never lost. Their angels—their very lives lived—carry the message upward, each breath a letter, each day a psalm written into the thread.

Krishna told Arjuna the same: “Whatever you do, whatever you eat, whatever you offer, whatever you give away, whatever austerity you perform—do that, O son of Kuntī, as an offering to Me” (Bhagavad Gītā 9:27). Every action is a transmission, every life an angel bearing fruit back to the Source.

The Consummation of Waters

The book of Revelation closes with this image: “The Spirit and the bride say, ‘Come!’ And let the one who hears say, ‘Come!’ Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one who wishes take the free gift of the water of life” (Revelation 22:17). The thirst of the lower and the fullness of the upper join into one stream. This is the consummation, the resurrection, the garden restored.

Krishna revealed it in his universal form: “Behold now the whole universe with all that moves and all that is still, all in one, here in My body, O Arjuna” (Bhagavad Gītā 11:7). The upper and lower, the many and the one, the visible and the invisible, all unite in Him.

The Aleph-Bet and the Golden Thread

The King leaned forward and spoke in a whisper that filled the garden:

“Now you will see what the golden thread truly is. It is not only story or song, but the very letters of My own house. I am Aleph-Bet, the Father—the Strong House. From My letters, all words are written, all forms are shaped, and even your own body was woven.”

“Your body is written by another alphabet: the double letters of DNA. They are the thread of life, the living script, echoing My own. Each twist of that helix is a verse, each gene a psalm, each breath a word. Just as the Aleph Bet writes the Torah, so the DNA writes you. This is why you are called My children: you are living letters of My Strong House.”

The river beside them shimmered. “Look,” the King continued, “these are the waters above and below. The Spirit is Aleph-Mem—the Strong Water, rising as cloud and falling as rain, baptizing all in the womb of life. And the Son is Bet-Nun, the House of Seed—bread broken and shared without end. Aleph-Mem is Spirit, Bet-Nun is Son. Together they flow as Father’s house made manifest.”

The boy remembered his drum. The girl remembered her empty satchel. Both now were full—not with things, but with meaning.

“When you eat bread, remember it is more than wheat and fire. It is My Son, Ben—the continuation of the house. When you drink the cup, remember it is more than water and wine. It is My Spirit, flowing from above and returning below. Together they unite in you, as in Me. This is why the thread never breaks. It is woven from My own Name.”

The Living Word and the Shadow Word

The Apostle John testified: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God… In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. And the light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” (John 1:1, 4–5).

Krishna speaks the same mystery: “Although I am unborn and My transcendental nature is imperishable, and although I am the Lord of all living beings, I still appear in every age by My own power” (Bhagavad Gītā 4:6).

The living Word (uncompromised transcendence) enters the shadow word (form, language, time) without being diminished. The Aleph-Bet above and the DNA below are mirrors of the same truth: the Word lives in every letter, every body, every breath. The defect of shadow does not corrupt it; the shadow is the mirror that reveals it.

The Closing of the Story

The garden shone brighter. Letters of fire and water shimmered in the air, like seeds falling into soil, like stars scattered across the heavens.

The King’s last word was not an end but a beginning:

“You are the Aleph-Bet clothed in dust, the DNA of My story, the thread I will never cut. Know this, children: when the waters above and below unite, and the bread is broken in love, then the house is whole. This is the flame to the spark, the Father to the Son, the Word to the world. The Strong House is never divided, for it is written in you.”

And the boy and girl saw it was true: their very bodies were letters, their lives the thread, their love the garden returned.