When the heavenly visitors come to play...

Braxton's friend was involved in his eating habits, yesterday.  The friend stood above the highchair and engaged him in a ten minute tug of war with the spoon.  Braxton is usually very attentive to his plate or bowl.  Perhaps he didn't like the cereal, but this tug of war usually happens right as the baby is walking into the " two's".  It is my theory that heavenly warriors have a last chance to kiss baby, before the angels put them on auto-pilot.  Natty had months of this kind of kissing game, others had a day or two.  Then they come "into themselves" so to speak.

It seems heaven whispers promises into their ears that the angels aren't privy to.  The angels have to stand aside and give the warriors a hearing by the baby.  They fall and they fight, like never before, but they look up as though they see the person whispering in their ear.  They talk in an upward direction and it is not to me.  They seem to be given a scepter of dominion on the earth.  It looks like they come out of the meeting thinking that they are already reigning.  They get discouraged that I don't know what the person told them.  I'm just the monitor.  I can't hear them,  I have to remind them.  "What good are you?"  they seem to say, after the meetings.   The ministering, guardian angels come closer after the meeting, but they really can't hear anything that is said between heaven and earth on those sessions.  Only the child is privy to their direction.

It seems to me that the angel has the womb and the church triumphant has marching orders for infant to toddlerhood.  If you are really quiet and close to the cradle, you can hear the hymns they teach baby and the marching orders that are given.

Braxton had the spoon back and forth and up and down, playing a game and swinging it.  He spilt his bowl and I let him stay there a minute, before I cleaned him up.

the Wise or the Y's

The Halleluia Angel left on Friday. She was with me all the way until Y street came to Wise Avenue. I do know why. It was faster than a blink and that is the practice that happens in the churches where I still haven't won on that battle. Did He wake you up this morning? the answer is not Why, it is Halleluia! So I was left, right there. Alone. No uncle there on that silent question. No huge choir of singing sure ones to guide my feet alone in my why.
Jesus certainly doesn't leave you alone on Why and Wise, but the congregation and the angels cannot help you when you get there. One day, I will be able to say Halleluia to that question, but for now, it is me and Jesus walking in the darkness of WHY.

We passed a Sunflower patch and I cried on Uncle's shoulder, so hard that we had to sit down.

I needed those, Halleluias, Uncle, I came here to get them and I don't know how many I just lost, pulling them out of my pocket. Whatever am I going to do?
Uncle just quietly consoled me, even he didn't know what to say. I didn't know you were going to get so upset about the loss of the Halleluias, was his only reply, after he waited for me to calm down some. We got up and started to pick up the pace, to make up the time, we had lost crying.
If you don't watch it, he sternly warned, you will not make it to Glad Adoration, in one piece. That was a real slap in the face. I knew that I didn't want to go to Glad Adoration in more than one piece, so I really tried to pull myself together.

All ye who hear, Brothers and sisters, draw near;

All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him!

We were getting close to "For Aye" and there was a huge number of people bottlenecking on the road. Uncle said that this is the junction where "All ye who hear" and "All that hath life" and breath come together. What huge traffic and I saw the angels overhead trying to build congregations to suit the large numbers of people from different cultures who were coming to the same place at the same time. They would come down and look people in the face, here and there and then fly up above us to talk about what they would have to do to make this and that different group of people meet on an area of agreement. These are similar in this way and different in this way, they would say. We will have to blind them to this aspect of their differences for a while, until they get mature enough to know their Christian duties, if we are going to accommodate them all in this small road portion. It broadens out, once we get to Aye, but along this course, there is sure to be a lot of conflict. Two of them were sent higher to get some "Blessed salve" for the damages that were sure to happen in the close quarters. Families were close to the center and on the outside were the solitary. Every once in a while the angels would lift a solitary one and just drop them in the middle of this and that family. It was adorable.
Uncle, are all of these people going to "Glad Adoration"? YYupp! was his terse reply. Many a solitary get stuck on the fence on either side of the road at this point and they stay there for a long time, before the angels loose them and drop them in the center, so that they can make progress.
The angels had a hymn list that they stuck to very closely. They had very little tolerance for changes in this close proximity. Patience was about them, but they were very diligent about keeping the group moving at a good pace.

I had forgotten that I had so many Halleluias in my pocket...

It suddenly occurred to me that I might have dropped a couple of them unwittingly. I took some of them out of my pocket to count them and they flew up right out of my hand. Don't do that, said Uncle. Put those withdrawals back in your pocket; they will find their way back into the bank, if you don't. Oh dear, I was disappointed at the loss of a couple of Halleluias, but I knew that I would see them again.

I had always thought that the sacrifice of praise and the glad adoration were the same weight. Glad adoration is weighty and sacrificial praise swiftly rise. I am glad that I didn't have to go to glad adoration bank or I couldn't have even carried one of those halleluia's home. That is the amazing thing about praises, said Uncle, You carry them or they carry you, either way, you are still moving heavenbound, eh? I didn't really know what that meant, but I would find that out in a little while.

Uncle wanted me to tell him about the sad adoration pool that I had spent so much time in. I told him how tired I had gotten and how they were so patient with my inability and smallness. He said angels are great at building people up. He said that he hadn't met any that were abrupt, but they all seem to have all the time in the world. We laughed when we thought about that reality. I guess they do have all the time in the world to oversee, this way or that?

Marvelous Wisdom Ridge!

Praise ye the Lord, who with marvelous wisdom hath made thee! Decked thee with health, and with loving hand guided and stayed thee; How oft in grief Hath not He brought thee relief, Spreading His wings for to shade thee!

We had to walk along the "Marvelous Wisdom Ridge". It was a long street that went along a side of a very deep hill. The views from there were marvelous. We could see a long way around from that street, but it seemed like a short walk because of the beauty of the view of the entire city that was below it. All of the other streets led into Marvelous Wisdom Ridge. We passed all of the streets that we had walked on as we were walking on Marvelous Wisdom Ridge. How could that be, Uncle? Are we going in a circle? No, said Uncle our guide said there is no way to get to "Glad Adoration" without walking along Marvelous Wisdom. It didn't seem right to me that the streets all led into that one street.

We went passed a Church and there was singing and millions of Halleluias wafted through the air and we saw them visually swirling into the sky in a rainbow.

You got eyes to see, Halleluia! You got ears to hear, Halleluia! etc.

Souls were being carried up to heavenly heights on these Halleluias. Uncle and I looked at eachother and this sight made us the most awestruck than we had been. The sights were glorious. What color Halleluia is that, Uncle?

"Do You Know, Way" was right below where we were.

Wow, Uncle, if we walk through all the questions, the answers are on the low point of the ridge. Did you notice that?

The church carried people above the questions and took them right to Heaven from the question neighborhood. I thought that was really great. I knew that those questions had made me so sleepy that I could have fallen in the question neighborhood. Uncle said that church is part of the wings of God's spreading. I never thought of it that way. Thanks Uncle. We had a long way to go out of the questions to get to "Do You Know, Way". I hope I don't fall, here, Uncle. I got you, he assured me. I felt comforted, but not any stronger.

Granted in What He Ordaineth?

Praise ye the Lord, who o'er all things so wondrously reigneth, Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth! Hast thou not seen How thy desires e'er have been Granted in what He ordaineth?

Years of crying about what He Ordaineth? Why suffering is there in this world, Lord? Why my baby? How can people say "Have you not seen???etc." The street signs on sad "Halleluia" Blvd. had all of my questions and some that I hadn't thought of. I had to lay down and take another nap when I got to some of the questions that I hadn't thought of. so many people bringing the sacrifice of praise with these questions in their minds. Uncle woke me up off of the ground where I had lain. He said don't stay here it is a bad neighborhood. Keep walking!

Uncle stopped someone to ask directions. He said, We are headed to "Glad Adoration" is it close or far from here. It took the fellow about 10 minutes to tell us the directions, it didn't seem close and I got a little afraid that we wouldn't get out of that dark neighborhood of sorrowful praise. Uncle was more chipper than he had been before this. It's just a short ways from here, but there are a lot of twists and turns. Okay, I said.

Setting my feet on Happy, Halleluia Blvd.

Praise ye the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation! O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation! All ye who hear, Brothers and sisters, draw near; Praise Him in glad adoration!

Learn to praise Him in "Glad Adoration". said the Halleluia Angel. I have to let you go now. You were swimming in sad adoration pool because those are the Halleluias that you have access to. I reentered the envelope and the revolving door and Uncle carried me home. I was trying to remember everything that I was told. I found the truths housed in the Praise Ye hymn. So, I kept singing it, to try to keep the words in my heart.

You won't need to memorize it. The Holy Spirit will teach it to you through providential praise. So stop repeating and listen to me.

On the road back from Heaven, Uncle showed me the "Halleluia Bank".

He said, I can't go in there, cause you got to have a certain investment amount and his didn't meet the minimum. He said, You can, though. I'm still saving up my Halleluias. I said with a tremendous excitement for being able to get in; Thanks Unc. for showing me this, I'm going in right now!

You can't just go in, you know an envelope shaped Halleluia comes to take you in. You have to shrink to the size of your investment. I was shrunk to a little and very narrow person. Almost see through in thickness, just like a piece of paper. I slipped myself into the envelope and I couldn't see Uncle anymore. We flew into the building and I felt strengthened in an instant.

This is highly unusual, said the angel who let me out of the envelope elevator. You are entirely too thin to be here. What can we do for you? I don't have enough halleluias and I need to make a withdrawal. I guarantee you that we can put meat on your transparency in halleluias. She said, halleluia is the highest praise that we can give to God and each time that we are praising, we are not adding one thing to him we are laying up treasures in heaven. I heard that before somewhere, I said. But, I'm not sure that I believed it like I do now. She said you are transparent here because your tears are outnumbering your halleluias, so you are nearly a vapor of praise in this place and I am surprised that you could stand the change in constitution to get into this place. I promise you, that we will grow your halleluias so that when you get here or the new heaven and earth happen, we never know which it will be first, or who from your earth will translate to or from new to old. I know, I said. {I didn't really know, I just said that to say something} I think I was in shock at the information that she was sharing. It was very quiet, there. Where are the halleluias, I asked? She said, we have many different kinds that you can see. Different kinds? Surely, we have an infinite amount of kinds of halleluias. Your account is filled with "sacrifice of" Halleluias. Don't you know how to praise when you are really happy? You have a few, but that is why you are nearly completely vaporized in this room.

When you get to heaven in your time, I do hope you will have started to praise God in real and fullness of joy. I said I came here to get some halleluias out of the bank. I know and you really need them. You are low, look how short you are. I looked in the mirror and I was really only one inch tall. The angel had condescended to my lowliness. She wrote me a prescription of one dose of Mississippi Mass every day as directed by your Halleluia Angel.

She opened a drawer and we jumped in and it was a pool of Hallelias. We swam and rejoiced in great measure, till I was tired and I had to sleep. She said, It really does take something out of you, if you are not used to it, for humans there are so many deceptions from praise. I better get in halleluia shape, hadn't I, I said. You need a nap. I laid on the couches next to the pool and fell fast asleep. They started fanning me. Shaking their heads at me, they said, the Lord is really doing a work on her. I just rolled over and fell back to sleep.

Emma said "He's here! come outside!"

I am so grateful for that dear creature who is our dog. She is so intune with my emotions and the realms around. It was foggy, the other morning. Ordinarily, the fog would find her and me seeking cover for the fear of lightning and thunder's loud noise. Not that morning. We both knew that this was a curtain of closing of a chapter. I know you can't walk well mommy, but uncle is here. Come outside to sit with him.

Emma didn't meet Uncle in this world, but when he came to visit us on the sundry visits, she has always been in the conversation. I am not always in tune with what is going on around the outside of the house with the bustle of things when the children are home. Emma has the ability to tune out the noises and categorize them for me. Sometimes she says to the children shut up and listen to mommy. Sometimes she says to me, shut up and listen to God. It is amazing how sheepdogs hear.

The original agreement happened when uncle was alive. He came to visit me in my worst condition after Ez was born. He made me come into the sunshine. He looked me right in the eye. He stared at me hard and said I am Uncle Charles. I know who you are uncle. He was saying, I really can't tell how much you can understand of what I am saying in your emotional state. I will look into this problem with the depth of my being and to my last breath. I am angry, he said in his stare. I will meet you right here, when I am done with this case. On a day that the carpenter ants invade your outside house. If you kill them all and get the pot clean, I will be right there and I will meet you there. I had no house with carpenter ants in the pots. But it happened just like he said it would. The carpenter ants came to invade and God sent Chuck Swindoll to preach about ridding yourself of them, to remind me of what Uncle had said. Don't miss this, Swindoll reminded. Uncle said... Sure enough when the boiling and chemical mess was completed and those pots were clear of the ants, Uncle came to visit. He came inside only one time and that was the first weekend after he past away. He smacked Ezra on the rear in his sleep and the poor baby was crying hard at the smack. He ran to me. Somebody spanked me, he was crying. I said uncle said if you ever drink Whiskey again, like I gave you, worse than this will be the result, do you hear me. We hear you uncle. Poor Uncle had been through war and much sadness and thus his wrestling with Whiskey began. We knew this was something that made him the peaceloving man he had always been. We all loved him, but I never really felt that I had any more of a relationship with him than any of the other children.

Well, everytime they come and go they give me hints at when they will be back. I never really know what they are talking about, but they say stuff like, when you get to the willow tree in this or that place that I have never seen or heard of, I will be on the right of the pugdog statue. Uncle, would you give me some idea of the year or date of place. They don't count things in dates and such but where you are and what you are doing is how they mark it to me. You'll be finished with this work or that. You'll be in the aisle after you played that on the guitar. I don't play the guitar, Uncle. You will. I do, now.

Helen never gives me any warning when she goes or comes, but Uncles always do. This trumpet blast and who has charge of what part of the trumpet blast is Helen's announcements. This blast points to that reality. Some writers have a thin line of blast and some have thicker lines of blast, etc. That is Helen's translation to me.

I know when we get to heaven we will understand it all. Now, we see through a glass darkly. I imagine that we will be enjoying what a sound that blast was, when it is all finished, but now, either the trumpeter is practicing and Helen is painting the image of the practice blasts in the clouds through many painters and animators. She seems like the "Disney" of heaven, to me. What a tremendous responsibility! I love that she shares so much with me.

Well, at any rate the curtain came down on the Robin themes. It is my job, now to compile the stories and get them ready for publication. The Other Uncle said there are some musical themes coming down the pike for me. He asked me did I see how they studied my dance. I told him I couldn't hear them or see them. Clean up, was his response.

Mr. Bunny came and said, when you go to the hospital...

Don't forget to wash your face and eat your vegetables. I said, I am not scheduled to go to the hospital, I said. He just kept demonstrating how to wash my face, this way and that way at the hospital. You are going to need grass and Echinacea, my mommy said. I just kept it in my mind and had no intention of going to any hospital. I hate hospitals. I go out of my way to stay safe, for the most part.
Well anyway, Uncle Reggie said they were finished with my dance that he had stolen from me from Good Friday to Pentecost, for their study. What percent is in self, what percent is in the spirit and how do we lessen the self portion and increase the spirit portion of the spiritual dance? He kept asking me if I could see it. I told him I couldn't see it, so he had to describe the surgical procedure that they did. It wasn't painful when they took it, because we were laughing. He said that the only place he could've returned it was at the rink, because that was the place I was when the study was scheduled and he and unc were both still on earth at that time.
Uncle Charles thought he could handle the return procedure by himself and left him to it. He had no idea that it involved a slice and a break. He said Uncle Charles knows me much better than he does and certainly wouldn't have had to break a bone, but he's learning.
I felt my dance back and I was delighted to have it back in tact. I thought that they had taken it for good and that I would see it when I got there. Uncle said that because of the spike theory they had to tear skin and break a bone. It will heal, but I thought it more important for you not to wait that long for me to return it.
The angels at the building had sermon tanks and were showing me their litmus tests and studies of sermons significance and relevance and effectiveness in the spiritual battle of the day that they were preached. Some of the sermons for now are for the battle of 1700 and some of their sermons are relevant for us. Each of the Octagonal tanks were used and colorful and all to keep me spiritually busy while the just men made perfect were studying my dance during this celebration of Passion to Pentecost in Heaven.

Practicing for Resurrection on Good Friday ---Imaginations of future glories in present realities {Substitution...#00 for #11 go in to the game}

Practicing for Resurrection on Good Friday,
The ushers wore white and off white, in the aisles they stood. Uncle said, you are going to want to see this and you don’t want to look out of place so you wear whatever you have that is close to white. I know you have spilled coffee on all your off white and white stuff, but wear it anyhow.
We are all just grateful to be in the number of the redeemed. There is nothing but gratitude and rejoicing. The aisles are signified by the octagonal recesses in the ceiling and 2 ushers stand at opposite sides of the octagonal opening as the people are rejoicingly beamed into the eternal rejoicing. Not a single tear on their faces to leave us. We are sad to see them go, but they really can’t miss us for the presence of Jesus to which they are going.
I really don’t know if Uncle is a permanent usher, like the thief on the cross or if he was set as an usher until Uncle Reggie got in and they will both be deployed elsewhere after this point. I really can’t tell that.
The judgment of numbering the people 50 pieces of silver--- God stopped judging us right there and we are grateful. He picked 2 angel earrings for the 4 angels bound in the river and 50 pieces of silver for Araunah (2Samuel 24:22-25)there are 69 pieces on the necklace and Uncle’s bracelets to wear and international rings for peace. The angels have 4 pieces to their body and 6 stars on their crown. I think they are pretty and I have 2 angels that bless my Christmas tree each year on my dresser at home so that signifies the 4. I think that they are bringing healing now that death has gone to such depths in wars and the holocaust, especially.
Life is a war to be fought. Studying life in the replacement of war is a war in itself. People are always putting up their dukes against God when God is coming that we might have life and learn to study life. The redeemed know this and the glorified in Heaven promote this
. I don’t know if they are only let in on Good Friday every year or just this year. The angels are silent for the Amazing Grace. They can’t sing that song because they don’t know redemption as such. How is Ephraim the strength of His Head? How do we all belong to Christ in our culture and how indeed could David see that from his angle? Psalm 60—these are the questions in my head during the Amazing Grace.
I am neither the glorified, nor the angels so the angels do a type of narration to orient me to the process. They introduce themselves and tell me how I would know them in this or that scripture passage or movie reference. Ie. It seemed to me that the angel that had the sad providence to perform the judgment of numbering the people, hated that so much that she stood right next to God’s throne until Helen. Helen’s case was such a more sweet task to undertake. Bringing light to the mind of one who was blind and deaf, was a better job than the sad destruction that he was deployed to earlier. David saw only that angel and the 50 pieces of silver was her/ or his significance in Israel for the altar.2 Samuel 24.
I don’t think that this is the only building that signifies the resurrection. Christ is the resurrection so His resurrection is everywhere around us. He has come that they might have life and have it more abundantly. The surveying of the language as they look at them in tubes( kind of like testtubes all octagonal as well), is the occupation of the angels on Good Friday. The tubes go from ceiling to floor and the angels test the quality of the water and the color is significant also. They didn’t tell me why.
Are they {the languages} accurately reflecting God’s truth? Is there clarity or smudges in the language about God depicted? Are they stuck in this or that fallacy or heresy. The angels look at those things at Good Friday. They weigh every sermon. They weigh every spiritual book and they have a gradation process that I simply can’t go into at length. In Heaven, it is all about God’s glory and how it is projected. The angels care nothing about any other subject, maybe only on Good Friday, most of all.
“Everyday, the angel is showing me in my imagination, the moves he made before he lost the sword. When I try to make him stop and get to the point, he says to me, what are you rushing me for? The more that we conform our ways to Christ the closer he gets to his point. He is like a tennis player and when I watch the matches he shows me that he had to make this or that move when this or that thing happened. I spun around and I went like this and like that and then this happened. Day after day after day, I did this. I know, I say. I know the end of the story is that he lost it. I know the beginning of the story, He was placed to keep the way to the tree of life, but why he is telling me the whole story, I may never know. I think he is going to tell me that he lost it in the river, I am certainly too impatient to hear the whole thing. So, I keep listening patiently hoping that he will cut to the chase and tell me where the tree is. And He keeps saying what is your rush. You have promises to keep and miles to go before you get that answer.”
In the meantime, here we are at the Good Friday resurrection service. It probably happens everywhere. And it probably happens every Good Friday and maybe everyday, but, uncle wanted me to see this one, for some odd reason. The understanding of the weighing process of the Egyptian culture and the greatest value being God, has come clear to me in Genesis 50 and Abel-mizraim’s significance seems uncle’s pet-peeve. It is on the street between the “Lord Have Mercy’s” Beacon and “Teach me Thy Way, Oh Lord’s” Success. (there are 2 beacons in the hymnal online and 6 successes) The Lord Have Mercy is the 3rd and what a beautiful addition to the 2 in the hymnal to have a beacon written in our generation. I am so grateful to Michael W. Smith for writing that one for us.
Uncles both hugged and kissed me and told me the stuff they had about the left ear and the boney versus the soft-side of the left inner ear. Their puzzle is in equilibrium. This has some significance somehow, I have very little idea why. It is like a collection in the closet. I know what he said and he kissed and beamed up in the octagon and they were blessing God in the Alpha and Omega, with all of the redeemed, and then out of sight.

It looked like Uncle Charles was on cloud duty today...

I can just imagine him in the dark room of heaven, perfectly developing the skyline for me. I know Jayne will see this cloud better if it is turned just so. I imagine. I didn't see the coffee clatch of angels over the pond this morning as I passed to carry my little fellows to their assigned duties today. I can no longer amuse them at the beauty of the works of God around them in creation. They are getting too grown to imagine the angels of condensation and evaporation, as I put it to them when they are young. That is puff the magic dragon for me. Just mommy's with whom God's mystic sweet communion becomes passe' all too soon for it to be communicated to their young'uns and the darkling world that steals and kills and destroys the dreams of true faith in the hearts of the children of the godly. God's Holy Spirit is the victor, whether mother lives to tell the children or dies in the conflict.