Bit of a whacky old thing this, but the concepts have been percolating for some little time, in one form or another. I have been told that there is a scripture which speaks of God whistling to the hive like a Beekeeper, but I don't know where on earth it's from... ?? K xx

QUEEN


In the still of night, it starts: their blood coursing in my veins like a flame; their heat singing in my ears.

The Bees are awake; they are humming my song. With five lidless eyes, they do not sleep but are ever watchful: fire-blind, sun-sensitive. They see the dawn advancing through the membrane of my skin. Once they have gathered round the flower of my heart, I know it’s time to stir.

They suck on sugar-water providence and dance into the day, dispensing it according to their geometric design, their rune-inscripted wisdom. They are of good purpose in a world of which they are mastermind.

I rise up as though in flight, honey on my tongue and their life in my fingertips. Benevolent light is in my eyes.

Soft I walk their chosen path, steps directed by their buzzing impulse as they strew petals along my way. I drip nectar at their bidding which they fan with their vibrating wings, bringing soothing peace and calm. It is a stilled essence sealed in amber pictels and stored in the iris of Bee People eyes.

The bounty The Bees impart hangs like a comb of golden sweetness inside the souls of those they touch; a richness that nurtures, heals and protects.