Re: Not Enough Heaven On Our Minds?

Maybe it is not just wood but everything... trees, rocks, wood, flowers....every grain of sand...every blade of grass....everything(attached to a loving intention)...

In heaven there are huge doors in the entrance to where the seat of God(who is love) sits. As I was opening the double doors...I recognized they had a rough hand hewn -look- to them... The doors held a purpose... The pattern in the wood was simple but somehow told a story...just as everything there held within it a story... In front of the judgment seat in the stadium sized place where Yah(God who is love) seated were pillars with precious stones embedded in them... Even the rock of the pillars had substance and meaning...those physical objects held within those pillars beamed their purpose... I could have starred into each beaming precious stone to understand each of their purposes if I were not about to speak with the most loving being ever...but perhaps those stories will be revealed some day(unlocked).


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As I left the judgment seat...I was whisked away from Yah(whom I called God) and then I felt compelled to walked back to the edge of heaven... down streets of gold... There were all types of trees, shrubs, plants, flowers...some manicured looking and some wild...but there was no death at all in the living vibrant objects and plants there...The golden streets even had some kind of knowing they held a special purpose... The plants were not like the orbs or souls that I saw in heaven but somehow like the orbs of light the plants and physical objects were void of death and dying... Reflecting on these plants and objects, I can do nothing but know that beneath the façade of death and dying is a greater loving purpose for wood, trees, plants, animals... Stripped of death and dying...the greater purpose of all things can do nothing but shine...

I don't know if that helped answer what you are asking but I know for me... I felt more connected with nature..upon my return... Today I am recycling wood(reviving dead things)that would have ended up in a landfill to make other things...It is as if I am trying to emulate what my visit to heaven was doing for me...to shape wood and stone...rocks and glass to reveal their hidden purpose... Maybe this is why I returned from death?

I am smiling as I write these things as I know I am out there on the edge of truth... It is just difficult to say those kind of things in words... The word purpose could be a much larger a word...encompassing... a vast amount of words...but in heaven...each object had found whatever those vast arrays of words are...

As you get closer to the light( that comes from the source of all love), motion becomes less pronounced and as you turn away from the light... motion becomes greater... If I would have looked into the face of that great light...I knew that all motion would end...stillness... I can tell you that what I am writing passed my b.s. meter but there is much, much, much more to it all... Tweet