The gift of Heaven is one of true abundance: a limitless fortune that is neither owned nor sold.
Fresh forces of promulgation, of sustaination, and, of the continuum-momentum, are without tire, without fatigue, without stop.
meaning of the name of Heaven is: replenishment. It is the ever-flowing
fountain; and, paradoxically, through death one will find, that it is
the very home of everlasting youth.
For nothing dwindles or dies
in the spiritual realms. The depleted are fulfilled, and the shapeless
become regenerated. Thoughts and hopes are the sprites of a cosmic dance
that joyously twirl those starry lit fields in the ever morn.
Yes! everyone is Irish in Heaven! (a joke)
Revelation, not intoxication, enlights the mind with cheer and wonder.
And, everyone has their place.
does not wander homeless as a constant refugee from materiality ... no,
every single monadic soul has a home of their own that they can return
to with visitors, companions and cherished animal friends. Life is more
tangible than the physical world, because it is permeated with meaning
and its very substance is durable.
From Heaven's perspective our
descent into mortal life is death itself, rather than a becoming. At
the very least it is as a tedious dream, at times with night terrors and
at others, with perplexity ... a forgetfulness of one's root being, and
It is little wonder that the mortal consciousness
is considered to be less than perfect, and only dimly aware; when, with
the walk into Heaven one is fully sensing and knowing so much more. The
forgetfulness of this world is its greatest peril. And the embrace of
all that is Heaven is our ultimate life.
Passing back into the realm is as before - only with each venture had, there are treasures in hand, to be kept for ever more.
Anthroposophy- no easy read - I have always made sure of that, even though it has often been suggested that I make my writing more accessible to the general public. I have always resis...