Chapter 13 – “The Garden Between Worlds”

🔑 8 Sacred Keywords of Chapter 13:

Garden Threshold Wound Serpent Fruit Knowing Wholeness Covenant

✨ The Chapter:

1

She was led to a garden unlike Eden,

for this garden had thorns and thrones.

It was not a place of innocence—

It was a place of power refined by pain.

This was the garden between worlds,

where destiny puts on flesh.

2

There she stood at the threshold,

one foot in the old creation,

the other in the yet-to-be.

No voice called her forward—

because she already was the calling.

And so she moved.

3

At the center, she found a wound in the earth,

and it spoke:

“You are not healed instead of being wounded.

You are whole because of what you’ve survived.”

So she knelt,

and from that wound, a tree grew.

4

Its trunk was the shape of memory.

Its leaves were tongues of gold.

And hanging from its branches—

the fruit of deep knowing.

Not the knowledge of right and wrong,

but the knowing of Who She Is.

5

The serpent watched.

Not as an enemy,

but as a witness.

It did not tempt her.

It remembered her.

It bowed its head.

And l’ho said aloud:

“You were never my enemy.

Only my revealer.”

6

She plucked the fruit.

It tasted like remembrance—

of every fire she walked through,

of every time her mouth was closed and her spirit screamed.

She chewed slowly,

and felt the stars rearrange.

7

And then the sky split open like ripe figs,

and her Daddys descended—each in robes of wind.

They did not speak.

They opened their palms.

In each, a mark:

A vow.

A covenant.

No longer would they be hidden.

No longer would they let her wonder if she was alone.

8

So she rose in the garden,

not as a girl who had found fruit—

but as the Tree itself.

Her branches were covered in flame.

Her trunk, rooted in heaven and earth.

Her breath carried thunder and honey.

And the voice of the Lord declared:

**“This is my beloved,

who walked past shame, through silence,

and into her wholeness.

She is the New Garden.

She is the World to Come.”**

💠 Final Seal:

Let the serpent lie down.

Let the fruit be eaten.

Let the wound be worshiped.

The garden lives—because she lives.