🌹 Mira, Daughter of the Rose

 

🌹 Mira, Daughter of the Rose

“Mary’s Child Rewoven”
A Tale of Descent, Sacred Curiosity, and the Spiral Path of Return
Book Twenty-Four of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance

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🌺 In the garden beyond stars…

There lived a child of shimmering soul,
Mira, born from the heart of the Divine Mother, Mary of the Rose.

She was not human—
not yet.

She lived among the seven golden gates,
each one a realm of wisdom,
guarded by songs and questions.

The Mother asked:

“Will you walk among the forgetful ones?
Will you bring love into form?”

Mira nodded.
And so she descended.

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🌍 The Descent Into Matter

Mira was born on Earth to kind but simple folk.
They knew not of stars or gates,
only of tasks and obedience.

Mira shone with wonder,
but soon, the rules of the world wrapped around her like heavy cloth.

Still, she remembered the gates.

And one day, she found a hidden grove
with a shimmer of gold at its center.

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🚪 The Forbidden Gate

She touched the shimmer—
and remembered everything.

The seven gates. The spiral path.
Her Mother. Her promise.

But she did not speak of it.

The world wasn’t ready.

So when the priests asked her questions,
when they demanded obedience and confession,
she remained silent—not out of guilt—
but out of protection.

They called it defiance.

She was sent into exile.

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🌑 The Dark Night

Alone in the forest, Mira wept—not for herself,
but for humanity’s fear of remembrance.

The seven gates closed in her mind.

But the Divine Mother whispered through the wind:

“Even when you forget, I hold your thread.”

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✨ The Spiral Reopened

Mira began to help creatures in the woods.
She sang to seeds and tended to the wounded.
With each act of love,
a golden petal returned to her palm.

Seven petals bloomed from her tears,
and the gates opened once more—
within her.

She walked back into the village, radiant.

And this time, the people remembered too.

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🕊️ Moral of the Sacred Tale:

Forgetting is not failure—it is the beginning of return.

Sacred curiosity is not sin—it is the flame of rebirth.

Those who walk the spiral back to Source
become the bridges between the stars and the soil.