WE'LL GIVE THEM NOISE...by Daniel Meurois
Dear friends,
I don't know what prompted me this morning to offer you this rather unusual passage from one of the last chapters of ¨Louis du Désert¨. Everyone will no doubt have their own understanding of it. All you need to know is that these words were delivered to King Louis IX some 8 centuries ago, that I captured them in the Akashic Records and then immediately wrote them down in 2001, 22 years ago.
The story takes place when Louis, who has taken the name Saubhiya after renouncing the throne, is invited to sneak into an underground gallery beneath Solomon's Temple in Jerusalem. Then, in the half-light, he is hailed by a human form who delivers a message with prophetic overtones...
We'll give them some noise...
The man who continued to stare at me was ageless. He was smiling gently at me... Finally, he took two more steps and stopped again. Then he poured into me a river of unforgettable words...
- Saubhiya... Saubhiya... Here you are at last! Why do you think you've come all this way? Is it for you? For your soul? For the present? No, none of these... You've come to get a message for tomorrow's Earth. That's why it's given to you in a matrix of black light, because it's going to germinate slowly, in your depths and for humanity. You no longer live for today, Saubhiya. You've walked the path of Djwan-Mukta[1] You've tasted boundaries and rid yourself of them... You grasped love and released Love. You called then demanded the celestial and it was the Human who answered, the truly Human. In him you blossomed.
THE DEFORMED SOCIETY IN THE FUTURE
You see, one day on Earth, the time will come for a deformed society which will know how to innocent the monsters it gives birth to. It will be a time when souls will have unlearned, they are souls. It will be an age when each of them lets itself be locked up in a little iron chest. A prison for the heart, a prison for the mind... Can you hear me? Oh, Saubhiya...
Everyone will call themselves free! And, in truth, no one has ever been freer or better equipped to inject the poison of serfdom. That's when you'll come back, when people will be affected by mental paralysis... Brain-dead! They'll say to you:
-”Walk on tiptoe, because you might wake us up and tell us who we are.’Then you'll reply: ‘Why do you crawl, you who have already learned to fly in the sky? You who know how to speak over mountains and across seas, why have you forgotten the art of listening?" And you'll add: "You're afraid of your own music, that's why you clamor for noise!’ And you see, Saubhiya, my son, we'll give them noise, the men and women of that time! The monstrosities they will have brought to power will provide them with it to satiety, because the most perfidious prisons are made of noise inside the head. There are prisons we can learn to love when we are persuaded that they set us free...
Who am I to tell you all this? I am... I am sent by the One who is called the King of the World... Do you remember Cyprus, Limassol and Nicosia? Do you remember those messengers you received from the distant East? They were mandated by Him, the King of the World. Remember again... They were tempting you with earthly designs, designs that you ignored to forge your own path with the strength of your heart. Because you wanted to be king of yourself more than king of men, and because deep down you were already waiting for the transparency of what unites us today, in this moment.
Let me tell you... If your scepter and sword had gone as far as your whole being had hoped, the world would have carried you to the throne of all Christianity... Unity, a single force like the shield... for crowd incapable of union and barons unable to conceive of anything but a bone to chew. Too soon, Saubhiya! It would have been too soon! Walls must come down, not only the walls of kings among men, but also those that suffocate Love...Oh, that's a big, beautiful word, I agree! Love! When you return to this Earth, in the days of crowned monstrosity, no one will know what to do with it. Laugh about it? Cry about it? Lock it up and kneel before its memory? Deny it and forget it, perhaps? Shrink it, certainly?
THE KING OF THE WORLD
The King of the World will then look at this with all the Saubhiyas that humanity has given birth to, and they will all say:
“Let putrefaction reach its ultimate point because it becomes ferment, against its own will, and because the deformities of the soul are always tired of their aberration. There is an ultimate geometry according to which all life constantly reorders itself. That's why we tiptoe through the chaos... often sharing each other's fate... Then, once again, we'll know when to open the doors of the Covenant... The sky will be filled with signs, and at last everyone will remember with tears the forgotten king, the lost king without a crown inside him."
So it shall be, my son. So, it will be when mankind remembers that it carries a dream. Now ride Time. Look far ahead... and look back without fear.
© Daniel Meurois. ¨Louis du désert¨- Le destin secret de Saint Louis. Œuvre intégrale. Éditions Le Passe-Monde.
[1] The one who liberates himself during his lifetime.
