I dreamed again of the golden king.
He is amazingly beautiful. He seems to be in his early twenties, yet he is ancient. A golden light emanates from his body. He is naked, except for the circlet of gold around his brow. At first he seems beardless, because the hairs of his face are very fine and silky and soft, like threads of light.
He is in the posture of sleep, but his eyes are wide open, fixed on something beyond ordinary sight.
His bed is a marble slab, perhaps the lid of a sarcophagus, but in no way cold or hard.
As always, I am awed by this golden king. I know he is the essence of the true king, the one who can repair the world.Perhaps a woman will dream of him, and transfer this dream to the man she chooses to embody him....