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Pt. 6 (To Know As I Am Known) ...a very large spacious chamber; arena shaped, and having the appearance of being both miles across and miles high. Once more, the predominant color was white...and still tinged with slightly dappled shades of various pastels here and there and that same ripple effect I had noticed since my arrival! The ceiling as it were appeared as the sky, though I could not tell if it were an actual sky or a mural placed upon it!? I laughed to myself with the thought of a reproduction of the Sisteen Chapel upon the ceiling of...what is this place anyhow? The floor seemed to be shrouded in a mist, like a predawn fog. The air was crisp like a winter morning, yet I noticed no sensation of cold, nor saw the steam from my breath nor the breath of my "escort". The air had a very slight sweet smell that I could not quite place, but mostly closely approximating baking a cake. Me: What is that? Angel: What is what? Me: That smell...what is it? Angel: Exactly. Me: What? Angel: Yes...it is. Me: Is what? Angel: Exactly... This continued on for several extremely frustrating minutes...and somehow I had gotten the impression I was part of a Heavenly version of an old Abbot and Costello routine! And then I remembered that the Hebrew translation for Manna is "what is it?". Oh...ok, thats interesting...but...? We're speaking English and "what is it?" in English is not Manna....unless...? "Are we speaking English?" I asked the Angel. "No", was his reply. "Uhmmmm, okay...How does that work? I don't speak or understand anything other than English, and I'm hearing English...so how can it NOT be English." "In the Temple we only speak in the language of G_D", He said speaking the name of God in a manner that was pronounced like neither Jehovah or Yahweh. It sounded almost like Java, which I am sure would be some form of confirmation to all of my Coffee drinking friends, but not exactly like it either. "You hear in English because English is all you understand", he explained matter-of-factly, like someone explaining how to use a tissue. I decided I should seek clarification. "OK...I get the logic, I just don't understand how I can hear in one language and talk in another?" The Angel stopped and looked at me; carrying that look of amusement like someone who gets the joke trying to explain it to the one who doesn't...!? "Do you speak in what you would call tongues?" He inquired. "Yes, I do." "Do you receive interpretation of tongues?" Once more I answered, "Yes!?" I could not imagine how that was relevant...and then it hit me! We speak or give a message as the Spirit moves within us in its approximation to God. Interpretation of such a "message" is given as and by the obedience of someone to receive and interpret that message for the Will of God to be revealed! Since we were in Heaven, and our proximity to God being as close as it possibly can be...both the gifting to speak and to interpret was instantaneous. The Angel then said something that perplexes me to this day: "Time and distance are conditions limited to where you are from. Depth and width and height are dimensions of confinement and definition to your understanding. You feel as if you have traveled pretty far while you have been here, and yet wherever you are is right here, and whenever it is is simply right now...no past, no future...eternity is not forever...it is one moment suspended in perpetuity!" "Well, thank you Stephen Hawking...one usually has to seek wisdom of that sort from a fortune cookie!" Probably not the wisest statement I could make to a being such as this, but I felt a whole bunch of dumb to what he had just said...and I felt rather patronized by him with the delivery of it! "And I realize", he continued, "that it is the nature of your condition (he said "condition" like I had Bubonic Plague or something)to speak sarcastically of those things you do not understand. But, know this and remember it well...Heaven does not do sarcasm and it is not a part of G-D's Character!" Great...I been here about 30 minutes and I've already ticked off the Host. I've lasted longer in a biker bar than that (back in the day)...boy, do I have alot to work on when I get home...if...IF I get home?! OK...note to self: Do more talk less and try not to think. Well, so far, I thought...one out of three...I'm not doing very well...at all!!! (to be continued) |
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Lol...nice blog brother....Am sitting on the edge here...waiting for the next.... Sandra
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2/15/2008 4:43 am |
Hey, I agree with reallysaved, continue on, this is most intriguing! You sure do make me laugh! thank you kelly! peace kat
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