There was a flower along a golden path that somehow was connected to my life.Some people who were holding hands walked up to it and were 'admiring' it.
Jesus was talking about it and after walking up to it,images flashed before my eyes telling a story.
Gods creations are admired in heaven and you can feel the love he put into it.Also things are brighter.
Satan too was once admired.I seen him on a pedestal.If you seen him,you be drawn into him by his beauty in awe.Those who would walk the path where he was would stop and look at him.He had this beautiful smile and it was like he was a show piece to admire one of Gods creations.I remember being there with someone else holding hands and just as we were going to walk away,satan knew and he used his beauty to keep me there.The guy there with me said "lets go" and I said something like "wait,I never seen him do that before.what is that?"
After taking me away, he told me it was pride.Satan was a Cherub and there were heavenly creatures singing,sounding like musical instruments near where he was,in the air.
The story about the flower is when I died some time in my mid twenties.The one about satan is before I came into this world.I now that sounds crazy,and there's more,but you next.
Jesus was talking about it and after walking up to it,images flashed before my eyes telling a story.
Gods creations are admired in heaven and you can feel the love he put into it.Also things are brighter.
Satan too was once admired.I seen him on a pedestal.If you seen him,you be drawn into him by his beauty in awe.Those who would walk the path where he was would stop and look at him.He had this beautiful smile and it was like he was a show piece to admire one of Gods creations.I remember being there with someone else holding hands and just as we were going to walk away,satan knew and he used his beauty to keep me there.The guy there with me said "lets go" and I said something like "wait,I never seen him do that before.what is that?"
After taking me away, he told me it was pride.Satan was a Cherub and there were heavenly creatures singing,sounding like musical instruments near where he was,in the air.
The story about the flower is when I died some time in my mid twenties.The one about satan is before I came into this world.I now that sounds crazy,and there's more,but you next.