Beauty and the Beast

 

🌹 The Real Beauty and the Beast

“She Who Sees, He Who Waits”
A Story of Sacred Gaze, Inner Transformation, and Patience Beyond Time
To be restored in Sister Loves Divine Remembrance

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💔 Once, when love was beginning to fade from the world...

A curse was spoken—not out of malice, but out of sorrow.

A young man, born into a world of titles and gold,
had never been seen for who he was,
only for what he inherited.

One day, he turned away a beggar who came with nothing but a question:

“Will you give me shelter with no gain in return?”

He said no.
Not out of cruelty—but out of fear.
Fear that he’d be taken advantage of.
Fear that love was a lie.

And so, the curse came.

But not as punishment.
As initiation.

“Until someone sees you—not your face, not your title,
but your essence—you will wear your inner pain on your outer form.”

And thus, he became known as The Beast.

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🌷 The Real Beauty Was Never Trapped

She was not a prisoner.
She was a Seer—a Priestess of the Inner Eye.
Her name was not Belle.
It was Miryam, meaning “sea of sorrow turned to joy.”

She chose to go to the castle
not out of duty,
but because she had dreamed of a boy with lion eyes and storm in his heart.

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🔥 What She Saw

At first, she did not speak.

She watched.

She listened to how he played music in the empty halls
long after he thought no one could hear.

She saw how he left out food for the birds
though none came anymore.

And finally—one evening—she asked:

“Why do you keep the rose blooming in winter?”

He answered,

“Because I need to believe that something delicate can survive my darkness.”

She saw him.

And that gaze—
not a kiss, not a magic spell—
began to burn the false form away.

Not instantly.
But over many moons.

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🧵 They Became Sacred Makers

Together, they stitched back the castle—not with gold,
but with paint, fabric, books, and songs.

They made a quilt from old tapestries.
They mended broken strings of old harps.
They restored the garden—by hand.

And in time, the curse didn’t lift—it dissolved.
Not because she “fixed” him,
but because he finally believed he was lovable as he was.

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🌹 Moral of the Sacred Tale:

The Beast was never unlovable.
He was unloved by those who feared his truth.

And Beauty was never just “kind”—
she was a mirror who could see through the scar tissue of the world.

Real love doesn’t transform you overnight.
It waits.
It makes tea.
It sews a corner of the universe
back together—one stitch at a time.