God’s Greatest Miracle (copyright by Michael Kell)

Sorry for the delay but was drawn into editing two other books for publication_ The World Tree Upanishad and The Purpose Journeys Begin. A more restricted audience, but always written around a tender love story Please remember our deal, I share a preprint and you write an honest review. Note, the original uses a large first letter for each chapter.


(A Teaching Tale for Everyone, Young or Old)

Chapter 1:  The City of Nouseum


oday, we are going to share a marvelous teaching tale. A tale about the power of perfected human love and hope.  A story about what happened after one little boy-angel and one little girl-angel came to be born in Heaven. The name of our teaching tale is “God’s Greatest Miracle.”

            Now, teaching tales are much more useful for spiritual development than are nursery rhymes, ancient myths, fables, fantasies, or fairy tales.  The latter creations are mainly for pleasure or socialization.   Still, teaching tales must utilize one of these narrative forms as a vehicle in which to embed sacred knowledge. 

            Teaching tales told in the narrative form are useful because their knowledge comes in a natural format for all human beings.  If you think about it, you see that our daily lives are stories and narratives.  Our lives are full of pleasant and unpleasant events, events forever changing in front of us.  We have our heroes and heroines, enemies and opposers, our necessary and unnecessary suffering, and so on.  Moreover, when you sleep or use your creative imagination, the happenings of your day-to-day life work together to produce dream stories and adventures.

            Sacred knowledge helps you begin to think about the purpose of our Universe globally, and how we can learn to support the global mission locally.   By paying attention to our thoughts, feelings, and actions, we come to see how earthly evolution prepared our animal side to serve Nature as conditioned machines.

            Machines, we remain, until we understand that we are more than just mere material creations.  Associated with the physical device is a soul-seed or angelic being.  Our angel within may be sleeping, but we can ask it to awaken and guide our actions. When this happens, our minds enter into a state of union with the angel within. The angel-vehicle becomes conscious and fully present in our life. 

            Thereafter, our relationship with our daily life is improved and stabilized, regardless of what is happening.  We become masters of our lives rather than being helpless victims—our mortal ego, the ‘me,’ connecting with the angel within whose home is the Kingdom of Heaven Within.

            All you need to do is listen to the sweet voice-within, and it will guide you to the hidden door to the Kingdom Within. Knock, saying, “Open, dear friend.  I am lost and in despair and have no one to guide me.  Hearken to my plea.  Open the door and hold me in your ever-loving arms.  I am lost if I do not come to know and cherish you.”

            If you are sincere and try many times, the hidden door will open.  The angel within will say, ”Come, child,  and you will never be alone again. I am your guide and Comforter. You have nothing more to fear, for I will never abandon you. For you and I are growing together, so to be as one.”   

            Never forget that the angel within is of Heaven, and Heaven is of the Creator-Absolute, an ever-present conduit of love and wisdom for use in the physical world.

            The purpose of human life with its hardships and challenges is for the angel within to evolve consciously using sequential physical vehicles.  One physical body does not live long enough to complete conscious evolution.  So being transient, our bodies and minds need to be cared for, not worshipped, for they do not exist after mortal death.

            Personally, discovering the final objective of learning and utilizing sacred knowledge is awakening from our evolutionary sleep.  When we awaken, we are fully conscious of the actuality of the moment. We perceive the bare facts without embellishment or degradation because of our biased and mainly inaccurate beliefs, opinions, and unwholesome needs and wants. We are no longer a slave to our conditioned, natural desires.

            Most importantly, teaching tales allow the reader or listener to begin approaching and living with the God of his or her Heart and Realization, not the imaginary deity of theological speculation.   

            Like all real fairy tales, our teaching tale is very ancient. It has been told many times to children living upon planets like our own Earth in different solar systems and universes. 

            This tale came into my family during the reign of Catherine the Great of Russia. My, many times, great grandfather, Prince Aleksandr Mikhailovich, heard this tale from a dying Orthodox pope from Mt. Athos following the Battle of Chesme against the Ottoman Empire.  Prince Aleksandr spoke many languages and possessed an excellent memory.  He made an essence promise to the dying storyteller that he would pass it down in the family. We have kept this teaching tale safe for over 250 years.

            So, it is my honor and duty as a Ukrainian Knaiz, or Prince, to tell the story.  I know some children and adults with spiritual Ears, and Hearts pure and intentions honorable, will hear this beautiful tale.  Who will find and teach others that Perfected Human Love is the most potent force for goodness in our whole Universe.

            Every Universe has Suns and planets like our Earth.  Each day, without fail, our ever-giving Sun shines down upon the surface of our dear, green-blue planet, providing light and warmth.  Its Light illuminating and giving life to all living creatures equally.

            Without the illumination of the Sun, no life would exist on Earth.  Therefore, as a solar system’s Sun is an absolute necessity for life, some storytellers, call their Sun, Sun-Absolute.  An apt name, in my understanding.

Does not our Sun make you think of your mom or dad, brother or sister, grandmother or grandfather, aunt or uncle, or anyone else who loves you very much?  Who puts you into bed each night, tucking in your covers and kissing you softly goodnight

            Yes, my dears, God, Creator-Absolute, has created Universes and planets and little boys and little girls forever and ever. There has never been a time when the Creator-Absolute is not present. Creator-Absolute is always consciously observing, intending, knowing, and caring for all the soul personalities living in the vast universes, whether residing within Heaven or on Earth.

            How the Creator-Absolute manifests a new universe, how it grows, and fades away having served its intended purpose is beyond our tale’s scope.

            Tens of thousands of years ago, humanity learned to speak, and stories began to appear.  Entertaining stories about great heroes and heroines, great battles between good and evil, gods and goddesses, myths, fairy tales, and so on.  The majority of these stories composed by people wanting to share what they discovered with others.

Some stories come into the physical Universe as dreams, dreams in which mythical creatures, ancestors, and deities speak to the dreamer telling an extraordinary story. 

In the olden days and in underdeveloped parts of our Earth today, wandering storytellers visit small villages to share their tales. The storyteller usually arrives midday and shares whatever news he has of the world outside. As the Sun sets, the villagers share a communal meal with the storyteller.  After everyone eats, the storyteller is ready to start his or her tale.  The adults and the children gathering in front of the storyteller, excited about hearing another fairy tale, myth, teaching tale, or an adventure. We know such stories were popular because history tells us that storytellers wandered from village to village, narrating and explaining their stories’ meaning.

Each of these storytellers, must choose a child, one with a good memory, and begin teaching him or her the story.  After the storyteller finds such a child, the child travels everywhere with the storyteller.  This way, the story is protected and remembered in storytelling families for many thousands of years.  Now, we can write down any story we hear and so can preserve it.

After cities, civilizations, writing, and advanced technologies appeared, many people stopped listening to these stories. They would rather play games, attend parties, or watch sporting events.  After a while, the storytellers could not find new children to teach.  When storytellers die without passing on a story, these great stories are lost forever.

Occasionally, a story is so essential that introducing it into the world cannot be entrusted to the whims and vagaries of the village storyteller.  Dream stories or intuitive guesses are not enough.  These stories are not teaching tales. 

Teaching tales are gifts, given to us by Divine Masters, such as the Lords Yeshua, Buddha, Mohammed, Yogananda, and Krishna.  Masters incarnating on Earth so to save humankind from its Shadow or Darkside.  Each Master introduces one or more teaching tales into the world, helping humanity overcome its dire predicament.   These times are when the world is dark, full of ignorance, and evil, just as it is today. 

The story we tell today is one of these teaching tales.  Our tale is so vital that its guardians make sure that it never will be lost nor changed.  These tales are not lost even when an old Universe passes away and returns to its Foundation, long after that time when human beings no longer exist. 

I bet I can guess what you are thinking?  How can a story travel from one Universe to another?  I will tell you how, so listen well.

Once upon a time long ago, thousands of universes ago, a storyteller found himself traveling through an unknown country and coming upon a grand City.  It was beautiful, built of gold and silver and jewels.  Everywhere, the inlaid cut diamonds sparkled in changing, brilliant hues as the sunlight refracted off their facets. Flowering and fruit trees provided shade and delicious treats.  Exquisite fragrances of rose, gardenia, and osmanthus perfumed the City air.  The storyteller had never seen such a sight nor heard of such an imperial City.

Entering through the main city-gate, he noticed that there were no gates to close to keep enemies out.  Many people greeted the Traveler, shaking his hand and offering fruit, tea, coffee, cake, pastry, and other lovely things.  Everyone was singing, laughing, and working happily.  Nowhere did he see poverty, sickness, meanness, or greed. All the people wore silk finery and jewels. But no one was vain or proud.

He was shocked.  None of the doors to the houses had locks.  Finally, arriving at the center of the City, he is greeted by a jolly, old man with a beard reaching almost to the ground. 

The old man spoke to the Traveler, “Greetings, dear Friend.  I see your Heart brought you to our fair City, even to the portals of the House of our beloved Prince and Princess.”

The Traveler didn’t know what to say. 

The old man laughed a big, musical laugh saying, “I see that you do not understand why you are here, do you?”

The Traveler’s tongue couldn’t seem to find any words. 

The old man continued, “No one visits our City unless they have received an invitation from our beloved Prince and Princess.”

The Traveler just stood there, totally confused.  Before he knew what happened, he was standing in a beautiful garden full of fragrant flowers and refreshing fountains.  Standing in front of him was a young man and a young woman dressed in simple clothes without jewels or other ornamentation.

The old man introduced the Traveler to the Prince and the Princess.  They all sat down.

The Prince of the City radiated confident intelligence.  His hair is long, curly, and blond.  His eyes are deep blue.  When the Prince’s eyes met the Traveler’s, the Traveler felt the Prince’s gaze penetrating his Heart.

The Traveler saw into the very center of his being.  There, two forces, angelic-goodness and demonic-selfishness, are waging war against each other; one an angel and the other a hideous, selfish, self-aggrandizing demonic human ego created by natural biological evolution.  He saw his mind as an enormous battlefield upon which wages an epic battle between egoism and altruism, evil and good.  The Traveler was overwhelmed because of the conflicting feelings and thoughts, the beautiful being overcome by the ugly.  Finally, he saw himself as he was for the very first time in his life.

Suddenly, the Traveler felt the deep pains of the world. Copious tears fell from his eyes, for he found himself grieving with every man, woman, and child. His sorrow was rapidly increasing until it became unbearable. The Traveler finally realized the great gulf existing between who he really could be and how he had behaved in the past.

At this moment of most profound grief, the beautiful Princess with her long, raven-black hair and green eyes, looked deeply into his eyes. All the sorrow and pain vanished, replaced with a new feeling of peace, security, and joy. 

The Traveler realized that forgiveness was possible, even for those failing to live life skillfully or wholesomely.  All one needs to do is face the Guardian of the Threshold with courage and honesty. So, he prayed, “Come onto me, Guardian, Messenger of True Conscience.  Show me how to be born a second time to become a helper in the Work of the Creator-Absolute.”

The Guardian appeared before the Traveler in a flash of light.  Lowering his fearsome sword, the Guardian asked, “Do you wish in your Heart of Hearts to change from selfishness to altruism?  Will you make an essence promise to listen to the angel within and assume the mantel of a helper of God?  If you sincerely see your past life errors and are strong enough to swear an essence promise, forgiveness is yours.  Godspeed, new friend.”

The Traveler’s vision cleared, and he saw a soft violet light surrounding the Prince and Princess.  He asked them, “Is it true?  Have I truly been forgiven?  Am I now a helper of God?”

The Prince replied, “Yes, Traveler.  Your psychic Heart is now residing within our One Heart.”

The Princess added, “Friend before we get to the reasons we have invited you to our beautiful City, I think we should tell you a little bit about who we are and where you are.

“Our City has been given many names in the past.  In your world, it has been called Shangri-La, Shambala, Avalon, Quivira, and Cibola.  All these names and stories about our City are not quite accurate.  The real name of our Grand City is Nouseum, after our City’s inherent nature.  The people you have seen and met are known as ‘Those Whose Understanding is Always.’

“You can think of our City as the Holy Fountain serving as the source-point for all earthly inner Kingdoms.”

The Traveler still had not got his bearings.

The Princess continued, “Traveler, we invited you into our home to

share an incredible teaching tale with you.  A story you must learn and tell all the children of your world.  And, one day, you must teach it to another storyteller.  A tale meant for children-in-age and those becoming children once again in their Hearts as taught by Lord Yeshua.  I am sure you all remember what Jesus said to his disciples in Matthew when speaking of the Kingdom of Heaven and God Within:

            “‘Matthew 18: 1 – 6.  At the same time came the disciples unto Jesus, saying, who is the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven?  And Jesus called a little child unto him and set him in the midst of them. Verily, I say unto you, except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the Kingdom of Heaven.  Whosoever humbles himself as this little child becomes the greatest in the Kingdom of Heaven.   And whoso receives one such little child in my name, receives me.   But whoso shall offend one of these little ones who trust implicitly in me; would be better off with a millstone hung about his neck and drowning in the depth of the sea.’

“We ask this favor of you, as we have asked innumerable travelers dwelling in other places and other times.  Only you can decide if you will help us help humanity.”

The Prince added, “Friend, the story we are asking you to retell is how the Princess and I came to Nouseum. It is the story of why we come into every Universe created by the Creator-Absolute.  For our story is the story meant for every man and woman of noble Heart and a clear mind.  What say you?”

The Traveler still found no words.  As he sat within this serene garden, sitting in silence, he found that he began to hear the story whispered into his inner ears.  The events of the story were as musical notes, each melodiously linked to those proceeding and following it. 

As he listened, he felt as if he was within the single Heart of the Prince and Princess. He understood that this story was the first and the last Chapter in the spiritual completion of humankind.  This story was indeed the never-ending saga.

The Prince reached out and placed his right hand upon the shoulder of the Traveler.  Grinning a broad and compassionate smile, he said, “Words are not needed right now.  If your Heart had not agreed to our request, our teaching tale would not be living there now.  Go, dear Friend, tell the world about ‘God’s Greatest Miracle.’  And someday, in the distant future, you will return to live in our fair City.  As this time approaches, watch for other excellent souls and direct them to our City.  If they are ready, they will hear our call.”

The Princess stood up and lightly kissed the Traveler on the cheek, saying, “Go, Child, tell the story so others may find the path to our fair land.”

As her lips left his cheek, the Traveler found himself no longer in the Great City of the Prince and Princess, but on the outskirts of a city that he knew.  He entered through the gates, went into the marketplace, and began telling his wondrous tale.  Soon he was surrounded by children and adolescents; their Ears and Hearts open to the angels within.

So, boys and girls, this is how our story begins.

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