Dimensions of Genesis (17 page)

“Well, it’s very true. On Earth, the soul is
still the soul, regardless of the age. A small child can harbor the
soul of an ancient being, but you’d never be able to tell by the
body.” She explained as David marveled as his new appearance.

“Here, we exist in our true form. While there
are children here, it simply means that their soul is young.”

“So, how old would I be in Earth years?”
David wondered, chuckling as he compared it to the equivalence of
‘dog years’.

“Your soul is over two thousand years
old.”

“Whoa.” Was all David could say. “How come I
don’t remember anything about this place? I mean…if I’ve had so
many lives?”

“Earth’s dense atmosphere creates a long-term
amnesia within souls. Some people spend many years here before they
regain all of their memory.” She said, and then added, extending
her hand to him. “Come…I have so much to show you!”

Ecstatic from seeing his mother again, he'd
neglected to survey his new surroundings. Beneath his feet was the
most lush, green grass he’d ever seen. The color and texture were
vastly more pronounced than that on Earth. Every blade of grass
exalted its own existence.

Looking up, his eyes witnessed a sight
designed within the Garden of Eden. A vast expanse of green meadows
rolled out before him like a royal carpet. Millions of wild flowers
sprang forth from the emerald pasture. Each flower had an energy
that illuminated from its core.

David released his mother’s hand and bent
over to take a closer look at one of the flowers.

As he leaned in, he distinctly heard a
melodic hum. Looking into the bright yellow center, beyond its
vibrant blue petals, he saw the soul of the flower.

The flower acknowledged David’s presence. A
sapphire aura extended from the flower, embracing David. As their
two auras merged, David and the flowers, they literally became one
with one another. He felt what it was like to be rooted within the
dirt, to surrender to the breeze and to quench his thirst with
cool, fresh rain.

Slowly separating, David stood up and thanked
the flower with a mental gratitude.

In the distance, a mountain range sat
majestically, its peaks reaching into the endless sky. Cascading
waterfalls poured from several snowy summits. A crystalline lake
shimmered as though diamonds danced upon the surface.

Listening to the falls thunder into the
waters below, he could hear a soothing melody in the
background.

“Does everyone come here when they die?”
David wondered.

“No, every afterlife experience is unique.
Just like life on Earth.” His mother responded. “Some souls are
ready to move forward, some are not.”

“What do you mean?” David asked as he lay
down on the grassy bedding.

“Well,” his mother began, “while we're on
Earth, we grow through our experiences, good and bad. As we move
through the lessons of life, our energy expands, increasing
vibration. All energy is based on vibration…” She paused, noting
his confused expression.

“This may be a little too much information
for now.” She stated. “Would you like to see my house?”

“House?! You live in houses here?” David
stood up and followed his mother.

Just over the hill, a cozy log cabin sat
snuggled within the trees. Stepping inside, David was shocked to
see a replica of his childhood home. From the outside, he didn’t
recognize it, but inside, he’d stepped back in time.

On a shelf above the fireplace were several
knick knacks, obviously made by a small child. Inspecting them
closely, he realized they were the Mother’s Day presents he'd made
for her when he was little. Picking up a long string of macaroni
laced together formed a rough necklace; he looked at his mother
questioningly.

“How are these here?” He asked with a
bewildered smile.

“I’ve always loved the gifts you made for me,
so I manifested them here, to remind me of you.” She answered
proudly.

“Manifested?”

“Yes, everything here is a manifestation of
thought. Thoughts are the most powerful energies in the universe.”
She explained.

Considering the notion for a moment, he
asked. “So, all you have to do it think of something and it
appears?”

“Not only think of it, but show gratitude for
what you ask. Giving thanks for the things you desire inspires the
universe to bring it to you.”

“So, if I desire a glass of water, but also
give thanks for it, it will come?” David thought this sounded too
wonderful to be true!!

“Yes.” His mother replied with a smile.

Closing his eyes, David pictured receiving a
glass of water and showed appreciation for it by whispering thank
you. Opening his eyes, he glanced around, waiting for something to
happen.

At first, it seemed nothing was going to
appear, then suddenly, right before David’s eyes, a light began to
shimmer near his left hand. It took a moment to completely come
into focus, but sure enough, there in his hand, was a clean, clear
glass of water.

Drinking it down, David felt the cool wetness
slide down his throat. Holding the empty glass, he marveled at the
wonder of this place.

“Amazing!” He exclaimed. “Why can we do this
here, but not on Earth?” David asked as he placed the glass on the
counter, and then watched as it dematerialized before his eyes.

“Actually, people on Earth can do this, but
in a more basic form. They have the ability to do many things
they're not aware of. Manifesting abundance or lack, changing the
weather and creating health or illness in themselves.” She
explained as they walked out of the house toward the lake.

Approaching the edge of the lake, he asked.
“Is everything here a manifestation?”

“Yes. We all contribute our thoughts and
dreams.”

Standing at the water's edge, ripples
suddenly expanded outward as David noticed something swimming just
below the surface. It resembled a large fish. All of a sudden, the
waters parted to reveal a beautiful mermaid child.

“What the...” David's eyes widened in
disbelief as he took a step back.

The doe-eyed mermaid smiled, flipped her tail
and dove back under the water, her long blonde hair trailing
gracefully behind her.

Turning to his mother, David’s expression was
that of pure shock.

“The children here manifest the most
wonderful things.” She said with a twinkle in her eye.
“David...would you like to see the city?”

“City? Sure!” David was astounded by the
complexity of this place. Not only did they live in beautiful
houses and have mermaids in the water, but there was a city!! For a
split second, he desperately hoped this was not a dream.

Sensing his internal worry, his mother
quietly sent him a mental reassurance.

“No son, this is more real than anything
you’ve ever known.”

With that, his mother took his hand
again.

“Close your eyes, traveling can be a bit odd
for newcomers.”

“Travel?” David thought inquisitively.

Closing his eyes, he felt his mother’s hand
begin to vibrate. There was a sudden, but smooth, sense of
movement. His body felt light and free.

“Open your eyes.” His mother’s voice spoke
softly. “Welcome to the Great City.”

Opening his eyes, he saw a grand city made of
light. It resembled a vast Roman empire made entirely of crystal
quartz. Crystalline buildings, impossibly tall, appeared endless as
they pierced a canopy of white clouds.

Every so often, the entire light spectrum of
the city would shift, like a prism reflecting in the sun. One
moment, everything was a radiant lavender shade, the next; it
shimmered into a soft yellow.

“What do you think?” His mother asked.

Speechless, David simply smiled at her. He
had no words for the beauty of this place. It was obvious why it
was called Heaven.

Walking along the streets of the Great City,
his mother pointed out several of the buildings and explained their
purpose. She showed him the Opera House, the Movie Theater, the
Arts and Entertainment Center, the Serenity Gardens and the Hall of
Healing.

“What do they do at the Hall of Healing?”
David asked, perplexed. “Is there illness here?”

“Many souls come home confused. Religion,
society and, especially, the dark energies, can mislead the human
soul into believing they will not be allowed to come home. They
refuse to go into the light when they die.” She stated
matter-of-fact, then continued. “If we can convince them to go into
the light, they come here. The Hall of Healing is a center for
those who need love and guidance, not to mention a detoxification
from Earth’s influences.”

David thought for a moment, and then asked.
“I thought 'God' decided who got into Heaven?”

“No, we choose to come here, or not come
here, by our own decision.”

David nodded, and then asked, jokingly. “So
there's no old guy with a beard floating around here somewhere
creating all of this?”

Laughing lightly, she explained. “God, or the
Source, as we call it, is an intelligent energy that creates by
dividing itself.”

Noticing David's confused expression, she
continued. “In the beginning, a great energy divided to create the
light and the dark. Then it split again to form the Heavens and the
Earth, and so on. Everything, including us, is a fragment of the
original power.” Pausing, she then added, “Think of a fertilized
egg in a womb. How the cell divides itself over and over again,
eventually creating a whole human being.”

“So He…the Source…is human?” David
pondered.

“No, humans are only one form of energy;
there are millions upon millions of beings that represent the
Source.”

“Oh, like animals?” He was thoroughly
enjoying this conversation.

“Yes, animals, plants, minerals, Earth,
celestial bodies…and that’s just in our solar system.” She added
with a sly smile.

Suddenly very excited, David began quizzing
his mother on extraterrestrials and other galaxies. As his mother
entertained David with fantastic stories of other planets and
species of aliens, she'd been leading him to a beautiful, rounded
building that resembled the Taj Mahal on Earth.

The building was surrounded by a beautiful
garden. Fountains sprayed their melodic waters into large wading
pools. Articulate white steps led up to an entrance with four ivory
pillars, trailing red roses wrapped themselves around each.

 “Let’s go meet your spirit guide.” His
mother stated, guiding David into the building.

“Spirit guide?” David looked her
quizzically.

“Yes, everyone is given a guide when they
return home. Zophial was your spirit guide on Earth, though her job
was quite different.”

“Job? We have to work in Heaven?!” David was
amused that even in the afterlife, people had to work.

Giggling, his mother elaborated, “It’s not
like working on Earth. We choose to work here. Everything is a
choice. All work is for the greater good.”

“Sheesh, I’m never gonna get to retire.” He
teased with a wide grin.

Smiling at David, she led him into a grand
foyer.

“This is the Hall of Records, everyone and
everything that has ever existed has their energy imprinted here.
Spirit guides impress themselves with the knowledge of the ones
they are guiding.” His mother explained.

“Impress themselves? What does that mean?” He
asked as he examined the art work on the walls, noticing an exact
duplicate of the Mona Lisa.

“It means they absorb the energy, to better
acquaint themselves with the blueprint and history of their
student.” She said, guiding David through a doorway.

The room they stepped into was lined from
floor to ceiling with books, millions upon millions of books.

There were many people in the room, seated at
glass tables, apparently studying. Each had several books in front
of them, but none of the books were open. The people were just
laying their hands on the books and closing their eyes.

David watched one man with his hand on a
thick, leather bound book. A small light transferred itself from
the book into the man’s hand.

“David, I’d like you to meet your spirit
guide, Evangeline.” His mother said from behind him. Still watching
the old man absorb light from the books, David extended his hand
without looking.

A delicate hand embraced his own as he turned
to focus on his spirit guide.

Wedding Day

A white archway stood in the middle of the
yard, roses laced in and out of the lattice. A trail of white
petals blanketed the ground, creating a snowy path to the
arbor.

Rows of ivory chairs had been placed, creamy
yellow bows decorating each. To the far right, an elegant banquet
table dressed with a lace runner, topped with dozens of
presents.

The blue sky watched over the ceremony from
above like a stained glass cathedral ceiling. It was as though
Heaven had opened its doors for the day in recognition of their
love.

Guests had begun arriving shortly after
lunch, eager to see the new couple wed.

Lily's mother and sister, Sheridan, were
bustling around making sure all last minute details were attended
to. Quinn dressed in an elegant cream sundress and her long caramel
hair pinned up, welcomed guests and led them to their seats. Her
demeanor was slightly more pleasant than expected.

A sweaty Father Matt, wearing his heavy
ceremonial robes, mopped his brow as the hot sun took no mercy on
the poor priest.

Lily's father had taken it upon himself to
inspect the arbor, as well as each and every chair for sturdiness
and safety.

Gabe's mother arrived late because she had to
pick up Anna from the airport. Anna had just come back from a
fun-filled holiday in Mexico. Dimitris hadn't arrived yet, but
called to say he was on his way.