Before I had even started my meditation I had been seeing
waves of green and blue luminosity crossing a cosmic sky, like the arora
borealis. During the meditation we
saw pearly-white luminosity like mother-of pearl weaving around above us where
normally I see mountain scenery. Something like a bird took us up, but I
couldn’t see its’ shape. We were engulfed in whiteness, but like possibly
feathers and the sense of being carried up and then along.
We came to an abrupt
halt, as of crashing into something. It was a closed door and there was a
key-hole. J asked me, “What is the key?” I said, “Faith.” That was correct
and the door opened. We entered a spacious boulevard-type of avenue lit up and
decorated with coloured lights. J said, “Halls of gladness.” Then we came
to a tall sort of mountain reaching to a pinnacle. J said, “Spires of
reason.” We rose up to the top and found it to be decorated with coloured
lights. J said, “Lights of reason,” and gave us each one to place in our
heads. We then looked across the landscape and J said, “Joy.” We floated in
this atmosphere and came upon a golden decorated throne. J said, “Throne of
grace.” I asked, “The throne of God the Father?” and J said, “Yes. But we
don’t place on it an image of the Father do we?” I said, “No.” We placed on it
our intercessions.
"A Spiritual Diary"
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