THE GOD GAMES: Heaven and Hell, Chapter Two (cont.)
"How are you doing dear?" I ask.
"Well I've been to Game Development and made some choices in my new life game. I need to talk to you about one choice I've made. Hopefully you will be able to understand and concur.
"I've decided not to meet you until near the end of my life game. I chose another woman to be my wife and bear my children. I care about this woman and she has chosen me in her life game because she knows that I will provide well for our children. The children have chosen her and me to be their parents because they require certain strengths we can provide them. Of course there is love and respect involved, I won't kid you. I also have chosen them to be a part of my life game. They are beautiful spirits; we have always been close friends and we have been together during many other life games."
"I do understand you, and I understand the nature of the game, but we have also been together in other life games before, and my game will be much harder without you."
"Ann, trust me," he replied, "I will find you. You can make it until I do. You do understand the eternal commitment we share, and know this, if we are strong and can recognize this commitment at some point in our life games, we will be bound together as one when we return home. This is my goal."
"Sweetheart, how will we recognize each other in the confusion of our daily life games?"
"I will be looking for the bride of the lamb all of my life; someone with a heart of gold. One day I will want to watch the movie, The Game, and you will be the only other one in the group who will want to watch it. I will notice you and ask you a key question, 'what did Jesus say was the most important commandment,' and you will answer immediately, 'love one another as I have loved you.' I will write you a letter then, and you will recognize me in your heart."
"Thank you Ed, I will recognize you; I will choose to recognize you as my number one priority."
"Okay honey, let's go have some fun. Would you like to go to a concert? There are many playing; you choose."
"Well, I would like to hear Neil Young, or Crosby, Stills and Nash, or Paul Simon."
"I feel drawn to Neil right now. You ready?"
We thought together and found ourselves on a great, grassy slope with Neil Young and Crazy Horse in the near distance, and-apropos to our recent discussion-they were playing, "Heart of Gold." Ed squeezed my hand and my heart swelled with joy. This was home all right, think it and it was exactly as you thought. Want to be somewhere and you were there; desire, and it is fulfilled in the very movement toward it.
Neil Young was grand, as usual. Afterwards, Ed asked if I would like some fruit. The fruit stands were loaded with fruit of every variety and color. We chose a big bag full, and decided to have a picnic at the Portals. With that thought, we were sitting at a picnic table before a high, white, mountain chisled with slate-blue creases down its front and sides. As we sat there eating, we noticed that the boughs of two pines in front of us framed the mountain's top, which was covered with snow. The stream at our feet was running swiftly and trout were busy making their way downstream to a large lake.
When we had finished our fruit, Ed said that we should climb the narrow, rocky path to the summit of the mountain. There were three beautiful lakes we passed, but other than a few moments stop to gaze at each lake, we pushed on until we got to the top. There we could see for hundreds of miles around us; verdant hills and valleys, and a huge desert, stretched out before us, and we could even see the tops of the white marble buildings that were so close to our homes.
We climbed down from the top of the mountain and Ed decided that we should both check in at our respective homes. We made a plan to get together again as soon as possible.
I remember the pain of my past life games for perhaps one-eighth of a moment. The joy and beauty here expunges that memory by the second-eighth of a moment.
Let me describe for you, life here in Heaven. (To be continued tomorrow...)
"How are you doing dear?" I ask.
"Well I've been to Game Development and made some choices in my new life game. I need to talk to you about one choice I've made. Hopefully you will be able to understand and concur.
"I've decided not to meet you until near the end of my life game. I chose another woman to be my wife and bear my children. I care about this woman and she has chosen me in her life game because she knows that I will provide well for our children. The children have chosen her and me to be their parents because they require certain strengths we can provide them. Of course there is love and respect involved, I won't kid you. I also have chosen them to be a part of my life game. They are beautiful spirits; we have always been close friends and we have been together during many other life games."
"I do understand you, and I understand the nature of the game, but we have also been together in other life games before, and my game will be much harder without you."
"Ann, trust me," he replied, "I will find you. You can make it until I do. You do understand the eternal commitment we share, and know this, if we are strong and can recognize this commitment at some point in our life games, we will be bound together as one when we return home. This is my goal."
"Sweetheart, how will we recognize each other in the confusion of our daily life games?"
"I will be looking for the bride of the lamb all of my life; someone with a heart of gold. One day I will want to watch the movie, The Game, and you will be the only other one in the group who will want to watch it. I will notice you and ask you a key question, 'what did Jesus say was the most important commandment,' and you will answer immediately, 'love one another as I have loved you.' I will write you a letter then, and you will recognize me in your heart."
"Thank you Ed, I will recognize you; I will choose to recognize you as my number one priority."
"Okay honey, let's go have some fun. Would you like to go to a concert? There are many playing; you choose."
"Well, I would like to hear Neil Young, or Crosby, Stills and Nash, or Paul Simon."
"I feel drawn to Neil right now. You ready?"
We thought together and found ourselves on a great, grassy slope with Neil Young and Crazy Horse in the near distance, and-apropos to our recent discussion-they were playing, "Heart of Gold." Ed squeezed my hand and my heart swelled with joy. This was home all right, think it and it was exactly as you thought. Want to be somewhere and you were there; desire, and it is fulfilled in the very movement toward it.
Neil Young was grand, as usual. Afterwards, Ed asked if I would like some fruit. The fruit stands were loaded with fruit of every variety and color. We chose a big bag full, and decided to have a picnic at the Portals. With that thought, we were sitting at a picnic table before a high, white, mountain chisled with slate-blue creases down its front and sides. As we sat there eating, we noticed that the boughs of two pines in front of us framed the mountain's top, which was covered with snow. The stream at our feet was running swiftly and trout were busy making their way downstream to a large lake.
When we had finished our fruit, Ed said that we should climb the narrow, rocky path to the summit of the mountain. There were three beautiful lakes we passed, but other than a few moments stop to gaze at each lake, we pushed on until we got to the top. There we could see for hundreds of miles around us; verdant hills and valleys, and a huge desert, stretched out before us, and we could even see the tops of the white marble buildings that were so close to our homes.
We climbed down from the top of the mountain and Ed decided that we should both check in at our respective homes. We made a plan to get together again as soon as possible.
I remember the pain of my past life games for perhaps one-eighth of a moment. The joy and beauty here expunges that memory by the second-eighth of a moment.
Let me describe for you, life here in Heaven. (To be continued tomorrow...)
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