The world I created has become like a desert. It is a spiritually arid land where once I knew my people intimately and walked close beside them.
It was a Creation of Beauty: pearlescent skies that were boundless, opulent rays of light constantly aglow – showered over the earth and shadows were not to be seen. Crystal
Until the nephillim, fallen angels, cast a shadow of Death upon My Land and My People. One bite of the luscious, juicy evil that tantalised and tortured them to insane gestures which ultimately racked their beings, their lives and their futures. Hostility matured.
The reek of death ensued them and engulfed them. Like umbilical cords strangling their necks – the very tunnel for air. I have not forgotten Eden
There is a war, a battle and a race for men. There is a war coming upon the land sooner than it can be thought of.
Now, picture the heavenly places where I abide – where Eden
It is greater than imagination.
It surpasses Earth.
It is a Distant land, unknown to man.
The corridors of Heaven are of pure, refined Gold. Pearls litter the streets and pathways. The transparent waterfalls and fountains are as crystal glass. Diamond studded petals and blossoms with emerald stems. A sun of pure brilliance, a shore bathed in liquid moonlight. Consider my heavens – the vastness, the High Pearly Gates with the Emblem of Gold. The poplar tees, bulrushes, swans and Eagles. White eagles. They soar high above the windmills and turrets of the high heavenly places. Everything is spotless, brilliance and radiance. Dripping Glory.
The tree trunks are of silver and drip myrrh and frankincense and olive oil. Honey-cups and butter-cups populate the rich-green bladed grass of his very own meadows. The sunset brings the worshippers together, in one accord, in harmony, ion one song of adoration of the Ancient of Days, Ahteek Yomeen.
