the lizard sits, sunning himself and smiling!

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I see a landscape stretched out before me, but I

must draw closer to see what it is. I sense it is

another kingdom, but I am in a mist, unable to quite

discern it.

Now an angel appears on each side of me. They each

take an arm of mine and begin to fly toward this

kingdom of light. Yes, I can see now that it is

sparkling in light. We fly and fly toward it, yet

still it is indistinct to me, just shapes and colors

and features I can almost make out, but not quite.

Is there a waterfall? Perhaps. A desert? Perhaps.

And now we are within it, but it is like being within

a cloud. The angels depart and leave me standing

alone in the midst of this cloud.

Now Jesus appears before me and then in front of him,

. She reaches out a hand to me and says, " Come

with us now into the kingdom of the heart. "

The clouds glow with pink light as we walk into them.

And now before me is a waterfall on the left, with

lush green ferns growing on the surrounding rocks.

The power of the falls subsumes all around it. It is

all I can hear or see. I can feel the spray of the

water on my face.

Jesus says, " My father is here, " and a rainbow moves

through the falls.

Then gestures to the right, where a barren desert

stretches out, mile after mile of sand, baked hard in

the relentless sun. There is no water to be seen,

just miles and miles of burning sand. I can feel the

heat on my face.

Jesus says, " My father is here, " and a lizard runs

across the sand.

The clouds again form around me, glowing pink and

gold. Then they clear. And as they clear, I see a

fertile valley formed where the waterfall on the left

poured into the desert on the right. The valley is

teeming with life. The waterfall has provided enough

water so that there are streams everywhere. Trees

have sprung up fed by the water and golden pears of

wisdom hang from the trees.

And over on the left, on a rock at the top of the

waterfall,

the lizard sits, sunning himself and smiling!

Jesus appears before me, and then before him.

She reaches out her hand to me and says, " Come with us

up the mountain. "

There is snow on the rocks as we begin to climb. The

wind is cold and blowing strongly, but still we climb.

The rock is hard and the climb is steep, but it is

somehow not overly difficult.

We stop before a cliff. There is a tree growing out

of the cliff, just barely hanging on, its roots

clinging to the rocks.

" So are the blessed, " Jesus says.

We continue the climb. We stop before a craggy peak,

where a majestic eagle sits. Suddenly he soars off

into the clouds, his wings outstretched in beauty and

power.

" So are the blessed, " Jesus says.

And we continue to climb. The snow is heavier and we

encounter a little bunny rabbit shivering in the snow.

He hops away, frightened by our presence.

" So are the blessed, " Jesus says.

And at the very top, the clouds clear and we see a

verdant valley below. Many people live there, tilling

the soil, picking fruit off the trees.

" So are the blessed, " Jesus says.

Then we walk around to the other side of the mountain

and below see a great city. Airplanes fly in and out.

Ocean liners arrive and leave the port. Skyscrapers

reach to the sky and cars clog the busy freeways.

The city is humming with enterprise and also

struggling with poverty. We see the rich and the poor

doing what the rich and the poor do. We see the

privileged and the confident, the timid and the

dispossessed, all doing what they do in a great city.

" So are the blessed, " Jesus says.

And then he climbs to the very top, the highest rock

on the highest peak, so that all is encompassed in his

look and his outstretched arms, as he slowly rotates,

his love and blessings flowing out and down upon the

verdant valley and the humming city both.

And a momentary hush falls as the pink light flows

down like a cloud. And for this moment, all of the

people stop, touch their hearts and feel the blessing

and the love, the love that cannot be surpassed and

that never ends.

And then they pick up their plows and their

briefcases, push their shopping carts and start up

their cars, as if nothing had happened, nothing at

all.

But a tiny pink remains in the air, just the

lightest tinge of blessing. And here and there a few

people pause again, look at the pink in the clouds,

put their hands on their hearts and say a little

prayer of thanks.

And this prayer causes the pink to expand and glow,

enough so that a few more notice it. Some of these

pause and some do not. But enough notice and enough

give thanks that the love stays in the air and does

not dissipate, stays in the air and in the breath,

hangs over the busy activities and floats in the

consciousness, never to be quite the same as before.

And as a little pink puff of love is about to

dissolve, someone suddenly notices it and give thanks

and causes it to glow and expand.

" So are the blessed, " Jesus says

Spiritual freedom is my birthright.

I am a free thinker. I am able to rise above mental

prejudices and stereotypes of others.

I am a free thinker. Nobody and nothing can manipulate

me or deceive me.

I am a free thinker. I freely choose truth and love.

Today, I embrace a greater degree of spiritual

freedom.

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In a message dated 11/2/2007 11:16:35 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time, stompingelk@... writes:

"So are the blessed," Jesus says

I enjoyed this , thanks for sharing : )

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Beautiful Marty, and thank you for sharing. Love, Joy

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From: Marty Cline

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Sent: Friday, November 02, 2007 11:15 AM

Subject: [ ] the lizard sits, sunning himself and smiling!

I see a landscape stretched out before me, but Imust draw closer to see what it is. I sense it isanother kingdom, but I am in a mist, unable to quitediscern it.Now an angel appears on each side of me. They eachtake an arm of mine and begin to fly toward thiskingdom of light. Yes, I can see now that it issparkling in light. We fly and fly toward it, yetstill it is indistinct to me, just shapes and colorsand features I can almost make out, but not quite.Is there a waterfall? Perhaps. A desert? Perhaps.And now we are within it, but it is like being withina cloud. The angels depart and leave me standingalone in the midst of this cloud.Now Jesus appears before me and then in front of him,. She reaches out a hand to me and says, "Comewith us now into the kingdom of the heart."The clouds glow with pink light as we walk into them. And now before me is a waterfall on the left, withlush green ferns growing on the surrounding rocks. The power of the falls subsumes all around it. It isall I can hear or see. I can feel the spray of thewater on my face. Jesus says, "My father is here," and a rainbow movesthrough the falls.Then gestures to the right, where a barren desertstretches out, mile after mile of sand, baked hard inthe relentless sun. There is no water to be seen,just miles and miles of burning sand. I can feel theheat on my face.Jesus says, "My father is here," and a lizard runsacross the sand.The clouds again form around me, glowing pink andgold. Then they clear. And as they clear, I see afertile valley formed where the waterfall on the leftpoured into the desert on the right. The valley isteeming with life. The waterfall has provided enoughwater so that there are streams everywhere. Treeshave sprung up fed by the water and golden pears ofwisdom hang from the trees.And over on the left, on a rock at the top of thewaterfall, the lizard sits, sunning himself and smiling!Jesus appears before me, and then before him. She reaches out her hand to me and says, "Come with usup the mountain."There is snow on the rocks as we begin to climb. Thewind is cold and blowing strongly, but still we climb. The rock is hard and the climb is steep, but it issomehow not overly difficult.We stop before a cliff. There is a tree growing outof the cliff, just barely hanging on, its rootsclinging to the rocks."So are the blessed," Jesus says.We continue the climb. We stop before a craggy peak,where a majestic eagle sits. Suddenly he soars offinto the clouds, his wings outstretched in beauty andpower."So are the blessed," Jesus says. And we continue to climb. The snow is heavier and weencounter a little bunny rabbit shivering in the snow. He hops away, frightened by our presence."So are the blessed," Jesus says.And at the very top, the clouds clear and we see averdant valley below. Many people live there, tillingthe soil, picking fruit off the trees."So are the blessed," Jesus says.Then we walk around to the other side of the mountainand below see a great city. Airplanes fly in and out. Ocean liners arrive and leave the port. Skyscrapersreach to the sky and cars clog the busy freeways.The city is humming with enterprise and alsostruggling with poverty. We see the rich and the poordoing what the rich and the poor do. We see theprivileged and the confident, the timid and thedispossessed, all doing what they do in a great city."So are the blessed," Jesus says.And then he climbs to the very top, the highest rockon the highest peak, so that all is encompassed in hislook and his outstretched arms, as he slowly rotates,his love and blessings flowing out and down upon theverdant valley and the humming city both.And a momentary hush falls as the pink light flowsdown like a cloud. And for this moment, all of thepeople stop, touch their hearts and feel the blessingand the love, the love that cannot be surpassed andthat never ends. And then they pick up their plows and theirbriefcases, push their shopping carts and start uptheir cars, as if nothing had happened, nothing atall. But a tiny pink remains in the air, just thelightest tinge of blessing. And here and there a fewpeople pause again, look at the pink in the clouds,put their hands on their hearts and say a littleprayer of thanks.And this prayer causes the pink to expand and glow,enough so that a few more notice it. Some of thesepause and some do not. But enough notice and enoughgive thanks that the love stays in the air and doesnot dissipate, stays in the air and in the breath,hangs over the busy activities and floats in theconsciousness, never to be quite the same as before. And as a little pink puff of love is about todissolve, someone suddenly notices it and give thanksand causes it to glow and expand."So are the blessed," Jesus saysSpiritual freedom is my birthright. I am a free thinker. I am able to rise above mentalprejudices and stereotypes of others. I am a free thinker. Nobody and nothing can manipulateme or deceive me. I am a free thinker. I freely choose truth and love. Today, I embrace a greater degree of spiritualfreedom.__________________________________________________