Since a child, in the spirit, I have been to this Second Heavens

many times without knowing what it was. It is a dismal place, lacking

in any joy or life. The oppression of lost hope fills the wind torn
atmosphere until it chokes out the very life. The fallen angels move
about sluggishly, shuffling their steps as they go, heads hung down
and their arms listless at their sides. They moved as if the weight
Of their hopelessness pulls them down by some sort Of emotional
gravitational pull of depression and oppression. Even though they
are spirit they retain their appearance before the fall, but they are
gray in color with only a hint of their former color and glory.

At one point, in my childhood, they had given me one of these cubicles, promising me that I
could in time live with them. In my unending misery from the burgeoning vision they
forced on me, I actually looked forward to living in this place where
everything was so featureless, unexciting and visually uneventful. I
so desperately wanted an end to the things they tormented me with
night and day. .. that I faced alone because no one else ever saw those
things. I could not even tell anyone of the things I saw. How many
people do we lock away in institutions because they see those same
things? Thinking about that even now breaks my heart and causes it
to weep for their unrecognized and continuing torment.
The fallen angels of this realm were as close to Adam and Eve,
and every creature in creation, as the breath on the backs of their
necks, though they were not permitted into the First Heavens realm.
It was not until Eve and Adam gave them the deed to their realm
or heavens, opening that door through sin—Eve's and Adam's alle-
giance or agreement with them—that the fallen angels were able to
again gain free access to the earth.
Since a child, in the spirit, I have been to this Second Heavens
many times without knowing what it was. It is a dismal place, lacking
in any joy or life. The oppression of lost hope fills the wind torn
atmosphere until it chokes out the very life. The fallen angels move
about sluggishly, shuffling their steps as they go, heads hung down
and their arms listless at their sides. They moved as if the weight
Of their hopelessness pulls them down by some sort Of emotional
gravitational pull of depression and oppression. Even though they
are spirit they retain their appearance before the fall, but they are
gray in color with only a hint of their former color and glory.
They live in small cubicles, which look very much like bland
cement but are made out of a material that appears to be somewhat
like storm clouds. At one point, in my childhood, they had given
me one Of these cubicles, promising me that I could in time live
with them. In my unending misery from the burgeoning vision they
forced on me, I actually looked forward to living in this place where
everything was so featureless, unexciting and visually uneventful. I
so desperately wanted an end to the things they tormented me with
night and day. .. that I faced alone because no one else ever saw those
things. I could not even tell anyone of the things I saw. How many
people do we lock away in institutions because they see those same
things? Thinking about that even now breaks my heart and causes it
to weep for their unrecognized and continuing torment.

These fallen angels huddle in these indistinguishable abodes

with a deep sense Of desperation and hopelessness. These cubicles
are without number, stretching forth across millions of miles like
endless, faceless tenements, lacking any possible warmth and life.
Everything in this place is made up of the subtlest shades of black on
black, dark gray on dark gray, the slight hues seen only by the most
discriminating eye. It took me years before I could distinguish the
subtleties of color residing here. Without knowing what this place
was, I called it Grayland, and it was a place that soon occupied my
nightmares and claymares alike.
I have been to their conference halls, listened to their discus-
sions and plans, and partook in their daily lives as much as possible.
I have been to their war room—a massive hall that stretches for
miles. In this hall, there were thousands upon thousands of fallen
angels—slips Of gray forms—flitting in and out as they received
orders and gave reports. There was a constant flow Of activity here,
and as the ages wore on, the activity increased, reaching a level of
almost critical desperation as they were losing the war and the close
of this age was at hand.
I was sent to this place once with no option of leaving any time
I wanted. I walked into my bedroom after a church meeting, and
the Lord verbally said to me, "You have a choice. You can either
choose Me or you can choose hell." Before I could even answer, I
was sent to hell for eight hours...long enough to decide I did not
like it. The most terrible aspect of this time, unlike being able to
go there many times earlier, was that I was unable to leave. I was a
prisoner and the screaming torment of the other inmates was horri-
fyingly deafening. Finally, I could move my natural lips, and I cried
out the only name that counts, ' 'Jesus!" Instantly I was back in my
bedroom. I pushed myself up from my bed and, before I reached the
door, I was baptized with the Holy Spirit, remaining wrecked and
drunk for two weeks.

watched as Lucifer set his mind to the task 0t- truly under-
standing how the complex composition of cells worked, even to the
minute detail of DNA and RNA. He tirelessly experimented with
the subtle manipulations of the physical and mental attributes of the
creatures at hand. His determination was accompanied by a new
terrifying disregard for life and God's creation. He performed his
manipulations and experimentations through a never-before-seen
method of cutting into the flesh of these creatures, as portrayed
by the mummification invasion of the body. The thought of actu-
ally destroying anything the Lord had created was unthinkable in
the realms of the heavens, but Lucifer took the first step over that
unspoken boundary.
It was of urgent importance to him to create something bigger
and better than God, something that was alive, not made of stone,
for only a god Of renown and great power could create life.
Because he was incapable of actually creating something out
of nothing, he began his career of always adding to what God had
already done, a sin that followed his every step, and man's step,
throughout history. His reasoning was that if he could prove he too
had the tangible ability to create and if he made something bigger
and better, then God would have to recognize him as an equal and
could not punish him. Lucifer's logic continued, as he muttered
his plan to himself, that if God finally recognized his abilities, the
angelic host would be forced to recognize his majesty.
He turned God's own little animals into the dinosaurs, each
evolving change visible throughout the centuries of their developing
stature and power. The Godhead had the ability to create in the blink
Of an eye a completely new and different living creature Of limitless

individuality, but Lucifer was forced to evolve his creations through genetic manipulation and
minor changes throughout decades and centuries of slow evolution... much like science is
practicing today. Not content with changing the physical attributes of these crea- tures, he
concentrated on creating the first-ever killing machines in the Garden arena. He reduced all life
to a beggarly life-and-death struggle instead of one living in peace and partaking of the
abundant provision supplied by God, something he has continued to do with man. Through this
arena of death, Lucifer introduced the first insin- uated fear throughout the universe—the fear of
death and murder. With this new power, he began to instill fear in the angels as he usurped
control over their lives. They were introduced to this new form of entertainment

death, and this broke for many the innocence of their understanding. They became afraid of the
unspoken but unmistakably implied threat Lucifer held over them. He alone held the keys of
death and he hung it over them using the visual spon of the arena in the now transformed
Garden. Some angels developed a lust for this type of sport offered nowhere else in the
universe. Like the other animals in the Garden, the early dinosaurs were vegetarian, ingesting
life to sustain life. However, it was the later, refined family of dinosaurs that became vicious
carnivores and were the plecursors to the Roman arena that glorified the death strug- gles of
fighting animals and warriors. The Caesar of Roman history could only keep his kingship, and
subsequent godship, by giving to the people of Rome better and bigger games in the arena. By
winning the peoples' hearts, the Caesars could bypass the Senate and make the governing
body in Rome impotent. This was the very tactic Lucifer used during this time. By winning over
the heavenly host, he hoped that the Godhead would be forced to make him one of Them due
to his overwhelming popularity. I saw Lucifer and the angels sitting off to one side of a clearing
on a lavish veranda made especially for the occasion. The sun was hot and the air was rich and
heady. The smell of the luxurious greenery filled the air. The sweetness of the luscious flowers'
perfumery was almost intoxicating. There was much laughter and camaraderie amongst the
angels as they waited for the show to begin. As they

ate and drank, other angels serving them dutifully, standing by their side meekly waiting to fulfill
every need, I saw two great creatures lumber into the cleming. Through laughter and friendly
betting, the two creatures battled each other until, at the death of one of them, the other feasted
upon the torn and bloody flesh of the loser. These battles were a new daily and horrifying
element added to the many parties thrown by Lucifer for his friends and would-be

Luciter declared his power and lordship over lite and death, something never before seen by the
angels. This first appearance of the jackal on the head of a god presents the first appearance of
animals that were feared and had to be appeased. The dinosaurs were manipulated to strike
tear in the hearts not only of other angels but Ask For The Ancient Paths also the dreaded
"bride" to come. The dinosaurs were big as angels, and it was the plan of Lucifer to at some
point include angelic,'dino- saur games in the arena of the Garden. We also see in the second
god, Wepwawet, the first appearance of Lucifer as a warrior god, opening the way for the
armies. He became the first general of an army he began to raise up, teaching war and military
perfection to those that followed him. Lucifer accomplished this feat all in the guise of protecting
the Garden of God from potential threats and enemies. Ile raised up an army of angels that
followed him, putting his standard before God's. With rhe introduction of this army, Lucifer was
beginning the separation of heaven and eanh, shattering forever the peace that had once
reigned supreme. At that time, the Garden of God was one large landmass, known today as
"Pangaea." This single landmass was surrounded by one very large ocean. However, the large
meteorite of this curse broke up the landmass. Earthquakes and plate shifts tore Pangaea apart,
disrupting the circulation of seawater making the oceans stagnant. The consequent depletion of
oxygen in the water and high concen- trations of dissolved carbon dioxide trapped heat in the
atmosphere, creating a long-term greenhouse effect. This global warming trig- gered climatic
change, dramatically shifting weather patterns. Scientists call this extinction the "Great Dying."
because it is one of the most dramatic events in Earth's history.

His arena of animals not only threatened the other angels, but entertained them as well. He let
the angels know that he would be vicious toward their transgressions if they dared cross him.
He let them know that absolutely nothing would ever stop him in his pursuit agamst them, no
matter how long it took. But if they sided with him, he promised them wealth, power, position
and everything good in life—something they already had been given by the Godhead.
Despite being cursed five times, the Garden of God once again blossomed forth from the curses
in rich diversity of animal and plant life. Every new recreation of the Garden was more grandeur
than the last; the Lord proving over and over that the limits to His imagina- tion and ability to
create something totally new and different was without end. During this time earth had the
horse, camel, dog, elephant, rhinoceros, and primate. Montana and the Dakotas Of America
were home to tropical rainforest plants in the magnolia, citrus, fig, pawpaw, and cashew
families. The Canadian Arctic was home to subtropical plants and animals; winters were dark,
but not cold. This was the time of the huge land mammals such as the diatryma, a gigantic,
eight-foot tall, flightless bird with a stout nine-inch beak, who stalked prey. The largest of these
mammals weighed 20 tons and stood 18 feet tall at the shoulder. Whale ancestors returned to
the sea. Deciduous trees thrived and fruit tree families were seen for the first time. The Daisy
family came to life. Squirrels, ravens and toads entered the scene for the first time. This period
of the Garden's history is known as the Golden Age of Mammals, with an astounding diversity of
mammalian species on land. Woody and grassy savannas of wheat, barley, rice, maize, oats
and millet spread throughout the world. The Garden Of God was ali ve with a diversity Of life
never before seen. Each time the Lord brought back the earth after a curse, He filled it with new
and different life. Mastodons, tomises, vultures, cheetahs. beavers and pronghorn are only a
few. This was the time when hominids, chimpanzees, and Bonobos, the pygmy chimpan- zees,
were created. Recent studies have shown that 98.7% of human DNA is iden- tical with the
Bonobos and chimpanzee. This is not because we are descended from the Bonobos or
chimpanzee through some bizarre form of evolution, but because, with as little as I .3%
difference, but using the same basic elements, God can create an animal on one hand and His
Bride on the other. He is just so incredibly amazing in every way —there is no one like Him.
Lucifer, during this time, completely filled his cup with sin. He manipulated the DNA and RNA of
the Bonobos and chimpanzee to produce nine different hominid species. He decided his course
of action—if he could not be the bride, then he would become the groom and c.reare the bride
for himself. He had already assumed the role of god, declaring himself to be the fourth part of
the Godhead and contended for the throne. Now, Lucifer would create the bride before Jesus
did. Each one of these ape-rnen groups mysteriously appeared in different areas, and died out
without explanation. Each one was just one level higher on the evolutionary scale cleated by
Lucifer's plan. As each genus of these ape-men appeared, they were more human-like in
appearance and ability to think and problem solve. When one genus no longer served any
purpose to Lucifer or did not

reach the necessary potential he was looking for, he deserted them to their own devices, which
eventually led to their death and complete extinction. Lucifer kept trying to attain a creature that
he could teach and mold to be the "bride" he thought Jesus might create. Unlike the man God
would create, whose spirit would return to God, the spirit of these ape-men, being that of animal,
returned to the earth upon their death. (Ecclesiastes 3:21) These were creatures without the
soul of man. Lucifer, despite all his efforts, could never reproduce or copy the soul that the Lord
would place in mankind. But he didn't really care about the soul of man as long as he had a
semblance of man before the Godhead could produce one. He was racing against time in his
desperate need to create this bride. If he could create mankind before God caught him, then he
would prove himself on the same level as the Almighty Godhead, the angels would have to
declare him king, and the Godhead would have to recognize his worth. Then he would achieve
everything he had dreamed of for fourteen billion years. After nine tries at creating a human-like
creature, Lucifer had finally created a man science today calls "homosapiens sapiens," the most
man-like ape-man invented. I saw an excitement arise in Lucifer. After fourteen billion years, he
had finally come to the end of his plan of usurping the throne of his Creator. He would kill the
king and take His place. After twing and failing five times, he was close to reaching his goal.
Now that he had perfected man, he could be declared king and god, and his acco- lades would
ling throughout the universe. He had finally proved his worth. He was as God for he had created
the bride. The victory he had sought for so long was finally within reach, and he could taste the
sweet taste of triumph. I watched as his chest puffed out, overflowing with pride. If he was less
dignified, he would have done a happy dance.. .he was so incredibly pleased with himself. He
stared at himself in the mirror for hours at a time. He fantasized about the parade of victory,
seeing himself stroll to the Throne like the king he was. In his fantasy, which played on a screen
for me like I was sitting in a movie theatre, he paused at the base of the stairs before taking
those exhilarating steps, each one moving higher to the godhood he so deserved. He

would wear the royal gold and purple robe of a king, and on his head would be a golden crown.
And he would mount the steps deliber- ate-ly pausing on each one until, finally, at the top of the
platform, he would turn slowly, face his thronging, cheering nations of angels, and sit upon the
throne of Jesus. Then echoes would ring thmughout all creation, crying, "Holy! Holy! Holy!" It
was now time for him to make his stand. Lucifer decided that he would take the Garden of God
for himself. It would be here that he would build his fortress and start his kingdom. To do this,
Lucifer had many problems to consider. First, the earth had already been destroyed five times
with aster- oids, eanhquakes and plate shifting so he would have to fortify his new kingdom with
a God-proof warning system against such brutal attacks. Lucifer, who now commanded a great
army of allied heavenly host from every office of angel, also had an ape-man slave labor force
to do his bidding. He set about to use both these forces to fortify the Garden. The first thing he
did was to designate strategic positions around the globe, which, when aligned, would provide
an astronomical early warning system for an effective defense against any sneak attacks. Every
part of the heavens could be watched from these vantage points. He chose what we now call
Peru, Machu Pichu, Easter Island, Persia (Iran), Perseopolis, England, Petra (Haeshemile
Kingdom of Jordon), Angkor War, and Ur (Sumeria), and others. A temple or astronomical
observation structure was erected so that as the Earth rotated on its axis, the Equator remained
aligned. Today, these ancient sites can be plotted on a sine wave as a result of the earth 's tilt
relative to the Equator. The mathematical precision Of these monuments separately and in
relation to each other is astound- ingly complex and consistent. When the main sites are plotted
in a simple diagram, the symbol created is a Pentagram in a circle, the universal insignia of
Lucifer. The largest pyramid complex in the Americas was located northeast of Mexico City, at a
place known today as Teotihuacan. The entire ancient city was built on a geometric grid
anchored by a central avenue that begins at the Pyramid of the Moon. This avenue,

Adam and Eve were sent from the Garden, the only home they
had ever known. Cherubim now stood before the newly gated
entrance. Cherubim are fearful looking creatures—exceedingly tall,
with a glowing breastplate and helmet, a soldier of the highest order.
Their folded wings run the entire length of their bodies. Their hair
flows in a wind only they can feel, for it is the breath of God, their
constant escort. Unlike other offices, I have never seen cherubim
take shifts while on duty. They are the guards at the city gates, the
doors to the Throne Rooms and the sentry around the entrance to
heaven. Their expression is one of grave responsibility with eyes
fixed forward, their vision encompassing all that is around them.
In their midst stood a sword, appearing very much as if it had
a life of its own. It was a blade of the finest luminescent silver
shrouded in a thick flame of the most incredible bluish red fire that
burns without fuel. It is a never-ending flame and appears to be the
same flame that emanates from the eyes of the Son of God. The
cherubim faced every direction from the gate while the sword turned
in every direction, ready to strike whoever would dare attempt to
sneak through to the Garden.

Lamech's second son Jubal brought a new element into the reli- gious rituals of Enoch. Musical
instruments used in the ceremonies drove the people to new heights of religious ecstasy. The
frenzy of their music ebbed and flowed to a crescendo of pleasure designed to excite the
senses of those who listened. They were not the praises Adam and Eve listened to over six
hundred years ago. This was music that stimulated the fantasies of the listeners, singers
praising

There were now over seven billion people on the face Of the earth. War was always at hand as
leaders felt to flex their muscles and gain more land closer to the center of things. Men of
renowned who were great warriors and leaders rose up and led their people to covet greater
fortune and easier lives. Lucifer had won the battle. He had completely crushed the bride. This
great creation that usurped his place in the heart of the Godhead was as depraved as he was.
The applause and admiration ofthe fallen host rose in the clamor of cheering accolades for their
leader. He had proven his ability by stop- ping the judgment that would send them to the Lake
Of Fire. He had cleverly won the deed to the Garden of God, the planet Eanh, and he had all but
dismissed the possibility of the Bride ever coming fonh. A voice rang throughout the universes,
crossing the veils of each heaven, and all the heavens trembled under the thunder of its sound.
"The heart Of man is wicked and every intent Of his thoughts is bent on evil." (Jeremiah 17:9) A
smile crossed the shade of Lucifer's face. It was the proclama- tion he was waiting for. But the
smile changed to outright horror as the proclamation continued and he began to realize his
error. "l will destroy man whom I have created from the face of the earth, both man and beast,
creeping thing and birds of the air, for I am sorry that I have made them." (Genesis 6:5-7) In a
flash of the moment, Lucifer realized with utter terror that God was not only capable, but quite
close to wiping out all He had created and starting all over again. And he knew in an instant that
what was worse than the judgment of the Lake of Fire was to not exist at all. Complete dread
struck his heart, and the hearts of all those that fell with him. They knew only too well the power
Of God and that He alone could make that choice—continue on or Start again. This tenth and
last curse was the curse of the death of the first born in Egypt... the complete annihilation of the
first born of mankind in the antediluvian world.

However, one morning I was whisked off to the most glorious bedroom I have ever seen. It was
luxurious and rich in texture and color. The curtains were a velvety purple Of the deepest royal
shade. The bedspread was a deep. rich scarlet. Over the four-poster bed was a raw silk canopy
of the richest sky blue color. The pillows were soft and gloriously inviting. The sheets were the
most shimmering satin. thick and heaw. It was marvelous.
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saw the courts of the Throne Room. Steps went from the Sea of
Glass to the thrones where the Godhead sat. Around the throne
hovered a mist, which was the Holy Spirit. The Throne Room is
an incredibly busy and crowded place. At each of the two entrance
doors stood an angel and each angel is about eighty feet tall, dressed
in red and gold, silver insignias adorning their robe, Around their
head, each door guard wore a thin crown of gems set in gold.
I have been to the Throne Room many times, and there is always
an endless stream of angels milling around, coming and going to
perform their duties and rounds. On the Sea Of Glass there are all
manner of nations of angels, each nation with their particular appear-
ance, color, shape and hei ght, each one suited for their particular field
of work and lifestyle. Their clothes are vivid shades and subtle hues
Of so many colors, some of which the human eye has never Seen—
but in heaven there is no limit to the capability of the eye. Everything
is visible, even that which is transparent. The full spectrum able to be
viewed by a wholly alive spiritual person is incredible.
As I watched the nations of angels mill about—some praising
the Lord, others talking to each other, some just standing listening,
others lying on their faces or backs on the floor—I saw Lucifer walk
into the court. He was taller than some, but not as tall as most. His
color in heaven was a golden glow of purest white. His hair was fair

and his face shone with a gloriousness not seen in any others. Even
in his fallen state, he was a sight to behold as he stood in the court.
(It would take much more time in hell for that glory to fade
completely away. I have seen Lucifer's end state after the millennia
spent in the Lake of Fire. He is a shriveled up wisp ofa spirit, black
and empty, diseased and deathly, sitting in a corner reminiscing in
his insanity about all the things he had given up. ..and wondering
why. His agony was intense and he wished for a drop Of spittle to
fall from his gaping mouth, but there was nothing left in the cherub
except broken dreams and hollow victories. The Lake Of Fire purges
the fagade of our imagination and vanity, leaving the very core of
our essence—the true heart.)
Heaven is an odd place. There is absolutely no way I could know
in my own natural state who was who, but there, one just knows the
name of everyone. They are their name, like God, whose nature is
the sum of all His names. While in heaven, I know who everyone is
without ever being told or having to ask.
I saw Lucifer mill around as if the Father would not see him,
looking very nonchalant as if he actually belonged in the court...
knowing full well that the Father would see him before he had even
entered the court.

All the fallen angels were locked beneath a very large circle Of the most impregnable metal in
the universe— not even a spirit could escape. The metal was not like anything we know as
metal; it was created specifically to seal off the entrance from the Second Heaven to this one. It
was made a very long time ago waiting to be used, lying in a special room reserved iust for this
seal.

number we have is a googolplex which is I0100; but it is so small it cannot begin to count the
number the galaxies the Lord has created, each complete with their suns, planets and moons.
Every planet, moon, star, and galaxy was personally hand crafted by a God so great we cannot
even begin to fathom His creativity and imagination. He personally handcrafted and wrote the
DNA for everything in creation.
There are planets with purple skies, red grasses and orange waters. There are planets with
brilliant yellow skies and blue horizons rising from deep green seas. There are planets where
life is smaller than the smallest one-celled life form on earth. There are planets with creatures
fearsome to look at due to their immense size.
There are planets where the rain is as gold and thick as honey. There are planets where there is
only water wherever you look.
There is one place I have been to where the entire planet is water and the land is only small
islands scattered around the globe. These islands lay hundreds of feet above the waves. Its
rivers flow across the land before falling off the cliffs into the oceans below, the rushing water of
those magnificent waterfalls filling the air with its joyous thunders. In this place, the rainfall
comes down only at night. There is such abundant sea life on this planet that their songs fill the
air above, the quiet, haunting beauty of it heard even on the land.
The Lord created all the systems, planets, creatures...and all life.
He placed in each planet, habitable or not. precious stones and metals—gold, silver, rubies,
diamonds, emeralds, sapphires....
There are metals of every color known to man. and more colors we have not yet seen. There is
a metal that is so transparent it is as clear as glass, perfect and unblemished in its beauty and
strength. It is harder than steel and more rare than platinum. ..and yet, it is there for no other
purpose than our pleasure.
There are stones that lie so deep near the cores of their planets that they are of the purest color
and strength. There are stones the size of basketballs and stones smaller than a single cell.
They are all brilliant and sparkling; they are every imaginable shade and depth of color.

There is arising a generation who will be able to be a citizen not only of this heavens, but also
the Third Heavens, able to go between them at their will. In the early hours of the morning they
will stand before the Throne of God on the Sea of Glass in person, not vision, and return to a
cafe in New York for lunch. They will touch a withered hand and it shall be restored instantly.
They will walk by a legless man and he will walk before their shadow leaves him. They will look
al the heart of a man and every spirit of darkness that has held him captive for centuries through
his bloodlines will flee to the pit to escape the dunamous power of love. They will breathe into
the air and the Holy Spirit will fall like tire upon everyone it touches.
They will be in Seattle one moment, and London the next. They will walk across lakes and
oceans, across the open space between cliffs, and off platforms into the air. The laws of nature
of this dimension will not bind them for they are citizens of both the first and Third Heavens.
They will not have to say a word for the whole world will see God by the appearance of their
faces, shining with the brilliance of His light. Truth will coat every word and integrity will be found
in every cell of their bodies.

They will never see death. They are the body of Christ on earth; Jesus is their head. He will
reveal Himself in the earth through them. His body on the earth.
The multitudes will die around them for a thousand years as each generation comes and goes.
The multitudes will learn about the goodness of God from the miracle of this non-dying peoples.
If they stone a man of God. that man of God will rise up instantly from the burial mound before
the first of the men who stoned him turns to walk away.
This people of God will be the second coming of Christ, for they will be the living temple of their
God, and He will fill them. They will do nothing they do not see or hear the Father do. There is
no striving, work for accomplishment, or struggle. Their only purpose and interest is to be in
relationship with the Father. Son and Holy Spirit, and all else pales by comparison. They will
never be out of communication with the Godhead, their spirits unable to bear even one
millisecond of breach with Them.
Jesus gave up His relation with the Father in His willingness to die on the cross so that we could
regain that relationship with the Father. And the body of Christ will have the fullness of the
Godhead living within them. The Father, Son and Holy Spirit will be their best friends. The
corporate peoples will be one in body, soul and spirit.
They will have the power to create, for they are the body of Christ, the Bride of the Son. They
will have the power to heal at will, as true co-laborers and a true helpmate with the Godhead.
They will be as we were supposed to be. Then and only then we will be something new.

Heaven is a complex myriad of buildings and rooms that are open to everyone. I have not
begun to go into all the rooms in the palaces of God, but I know that there are several different
palaces. Each room displays the great love the Godhead has for Mis creation...for us.
I have been to four of the Throne Rooms.
General Court
The Throne Room I spend most of my time in is the General Court. In the General Court is a
floor of transparent metal that shows the rest of the universes beneath —a living, changing,
transforming blackness that emanates a pale light and evolves in glorious colors as it grows and
changes.
What is most interesting about this floor is that anyone can zero in on any part of the universe
they would like to see at any given time. Thousands of beings can look into the floor at the same
time, everyone seeing a different aspect or view. Through this floor 1 have seen various homes
of the angels, the earth, even into someone's living room or bedroom. I have been able to zero
in on a particular face while someone else is looking at something completely different. The
Lord has even pointed things out to me through this
floor, having it zooming into the very point He wanted to show me as if zeroing into something
with a camera lens.
The room is large enough to hold well over ten million angels (rough guestimate). It is the
largest congregation of angels I have seen in one place at one time, and I have never seen
anyone there except angels. In this Throne Room, the Godhead simply holds court. The angels
come there everyday to worship and be in His presence. It is the room spoken of in Job and has
been there since the creation of the angels.
The angels congregate, usually in groups, depending how they are praising their Lord. Some
dance African style (my favorite) or any other dance; others sing and twirl; others are on their
faces. Every small group is doing something different, but the sounds and the sights are
tremendously in union.
The ceiling lives and breathes, and is comprised of angels who sing praises to God all day long.
They never cease to sing and their song is so transformingly glorious that at the very sound of
even a single note, my spirit soars unfettered. I sometimes go there just to hear the music and
fall on my face before the Lord, or dance with the angels. Other times I go there to stand in my
spot by the Throne and just watch the proceedings and every once in awhile the Father will lean
over on one elbow and talk to me.
When there, I am in my transformed body...a beautiful body, fit, healthy, sculptured and lean. It
is the same height I am now, unfortunately, which means I will forever be short...but in that
short, tiny body, I can dance freely and tirelessly like I have never danced. I can dance, swing,
kneel and bow...all the things I cannot do here.
The doors to this Throne Room are solid gold and about eight hundred feet high. They are
intricately ornamented and crafted with a design that tells only some of the feats of the Lord and
His greatness, a testament to His character.
The walls are horizons—blue skies and clouds, always daylight and bright, always peaceful and
beautiful.
The Thrones are on a platform at the top of several steps. Around the thrones is always a mist
—the Holy Spirit. Behind the Thrones there is an endless horizon of space thai continues on
and on.
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The Thrones themselves are a shimmering white and gold, almost as if they were alive. The
Father and Son shine with a white brilliance that is the purest white I have ever seen.
The congregations of angels that visit the Throne Room every day are from every nation of
angels. Each nation is as different from another as the imagination can conceive. There are
angels that are thousands of feet high; there are angels who are six feet tall. There are angels
with wings; but most of them are without wings. They wear every manner of clothes and colors
depending upon their work, duties and tastes. Their clothes shimmer and radiate almost as if
they were dressed in vibrant rainbows.
I spend most of my time in this Throne Room facing the crowd. From time to time, the Father
will lean over on one elbow and point something out to me or ask me a question, often not
related to what is going on. This is the room where I ask Him most of the questions I have
relating to the mysteries of the universe and His creation, and this is the room I go to any time I
have something to ask. When I am not watching the crowd, I am in the crowd dancing and
praising the Lord with the angels.
As I pass the sentries at the door, who themselves are about eight hundred feet tall, welcome
me by name, as they do everyone, for my name in heaven is my character—a very long,
convoluted name that encompasses all my character. There is simply a knowing, when there,
who everyone is because their name is their character and every being there is so transparent
that their heart is easily seen.
It was the first Throne Room I visited and remains my favorite.
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War Room
I was taken to a very large room in which the only furniture is a very large table. The table is
lighted from beneath. On the table is a complete relief of both Dark and Light universes. Any
particular area of these universes can be zeroed into at any time by just speaking to the table
and requesting what aspect you want to see as instantaneously as the thought occurs.

On the table are placed the strategic positions of every angel, fallen angel and person in the
universes, every move made plotted and changed as it happens.
When you look at the table for the overall view, you can see instantly the concentration of
activity of the current war that is still raging between God's people and fallen Lucifer's men.
There is not one move that can be made in secret as the tokens of each being is intricately tied
to them and shifts as they do.
At the head of the table stands Jesus...at least when I was there. Around Him milled several
angels, the great and mighty generals of the Lord who dispatch the troops, sometimes going
themselves, to fulfill whatever directive and requirement of war.
I stood and watched the activity for what seemed like hours, but was in reality only minutes.
Time moves differently in heaven than here on the earth. The tokens moved almost as if they
were in an elaborately choreographed ballet. Everything moved so fast 1 wondered how they
could keep up, but every move was noted, measures put in place before an event even
happened.
As the tokens moved, the General angels dispatched orders to waiting troops just beyond the
city wall. Angels were assigned as extra guardians; angels were dispatched to order
circumstances; there was a constant flow of moving tokens and dispatched angels going to and
from this War Room.
Just before I left, I was told that I could come back anytime I desired; this room would always be
open to me.
ncilftgation Room
Not all the visions I have had were received when I was in the best of moods. One day, while at
church, I was very much wishing I was home in bed instead. I was unhappy while sitting in the
chair at church and I was just as unhappy when I was taken into heaven. My mood was so
unpleasant I didn't even notice that this was a new room.
I stood in the same spot by the Throne as I always stood, unaware that this room was very
much smaller than the more familiar General Court. The walls were a deep scarlet color. The
floor was a rich gold.
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There were pillars in this room, a row on each side of the Throne near the walls with just enough
space for an angel to walk sideways between the wall and column. The walls were outlined with
gold relief designs that were simple and strong. The columns were white with a golden hue; they
were pillars of golden light.
Angels came into the room in a single line, each waiting their turn to step up to the Throne and
receive their orders. The Throne sat upon a single platform that separated it from the general
floor. The platform, like the walls, was a deep, rich crimson color outlined in gold relief. The
Throne was white, the same color as the columns with the same light emanating a bright golden
hue.
The Lord wore a pure white robe and a rich purple cloak with gold trim. On His head was a
single golden strand with twelve colored stones. The stones were the deepest hues and richest
colors I have ever seen.
I stared off into space, somewhat lost in my misery, as the Father talked to the angels before
Him. I was negligent in paying attention to what was actually going on.
The procession of angels continued for about half an hour when the Father stopped everything
and spoke to me, "You are missing the point of what is going on. Pay attention."
At the mild but pointed chastisement, my mood broke and I turned to pay attention. The Lord
returned to the angel before Him and gave him a set of instructions I couldn't quite hear. The
angel then stood, bowed, and flew out of the room quickly.
The Lord turned to me and ordered, "Go follow him."
Outside the room were a number of angels waiting for their friend to come back from the
Throne. At his return, the angel gave them their instructions and they left together, heading out
of the Third Hdaven realm towards the earth. Once there, they went to various points in
CaIifimiia^Oj:egoji^^ British Columbia.
One angel stood in the waters of Juan De Fuca Strait and was so tall that the water came up to
only his waist.-
They stood where they were stationed, each one waiting for further instructions. Each angel was
so large and strong that he could tear the earth apart with his bare hands. Confused about why
they were just standing there, I repented for my earlier attitude and

Private Court
There is a Throne Room that is a private room where the Lord meets one-on-one with His
people.
This room is a room of comfort and peace. There is a heady aroma of incense and a gentle wisp
of smoke filling the room. The walls and ceiling are a deep, rich purple that shimmers with an
iridescent appearance that changes the color to a deep scarlet, royal blue and deep gold,
depending how you look at it.
The floor is made of wooden boards covered in gold. Through the gold one can see the grain of
the wood, and they are all joined together seamlessly. The ceiling glows with a beautiful gentle
light infusing the entire room with a warmth that is almost alive.
The Throne is low to the ground, more like a cushioned, comfortable easy chair than a throne. It
is not made of gold or silver, but a rich, luxurious fabric that draws the weariness out of one's
body. It is big enough for two people to sit cozily and comfortably.
There is no platform separating the Throne from the visitor. The entire room was welcoming and
wonderful. Peace pervaded my soul immediately when I entered.
I stood off to one side and watched as the doors opened, allowing only one visitor in at a time.
As the person entered, the heavy aroma of the incense changed instantly. Sometimes it was
heavier than others...but always with a different perfume. I waited until there was a moment
between visitors to ask the Lord why the incense was different for each person.

He smiled, a deep, loving, warm smile and said. "The incense you smell is the prayers of that
person that they have prayed all their life. When the incense is heavier, that person has prayed
more in their life than another."
Awed. I returned to just watching what happened in that room-seeing several similar rooms at
the same time.
Each person entered and sat with the Father on the Throne. Most sat as a little child though
they were advanced in years. But there were those who sat with Him as a lover and a friend,
and these times touched my spirit with such a tug that I wept for the beauty and love of the sight
before me.
When someone sat with the Lord as a friend and lover, their conversation was so personal and
joyous that I was continually overcome with emotion. 1 had never seen anything so beautiful.
This room was open at all hours. Everyone had a room. There were hundreds and thousands of
these rooms in the palace of God... and He was in each one, waiting to meet with the Bride that
He created with so much love and hope.
We think of God as so one-dimensional. But He is in every room every second of every day. He
is so big that He is everywhere at all times. He is in every Throne Room, every other room, and
every situation always. He is so big that He is aware at all times what is going on in every corner
of His creation. He knows what is happening with the smallest molecule in His creation, aware
of every path they take.
He is aware of every word spoken, every thought considered, every dream dreamed, every
hope hoped, and every heart broken. He is aware of every prayer and every need. He is aware
of every desire hoped for. crushed or realized. He is aware of every tear shed and every laugh.
He is aware of every hand stretched forth to help another in their time of need, whether in
comfort or love or just simply to be a friend.
He is aware of every thought, word or deed concerning Him... and every one that does not
concern Him. And He longs to hear from us. for each one of us to come and join Him in this
special room that is renewed as we enter to come into communion with Him.

I saw a great room. I have been in this room a few times. It is not my favorite room as it causes
me a great deal of discomfort just being there.
There is a very high one step platform with a single, solid white Throne standing upon it. The
throne is positioned right in the center of the platform, which is so high, it is totally unreachable
by the people standing before it. This room is filled with the shedding of tears and the terrible,
deafening sound of shame and wailing.
Beside the Throne is a very large screen that takes up almost half the platform. Before the
screen is Jesus who stands the entire time. Upon the Throne is the Father. Both Jesus and the
Father are dressed in white. In fact, the entire room is the most brilliant white—ceiling, floor,
walls.Throne, screen, platform, doors, angels* garb, etcetera. 1 looked down at myself and saw
that I too was dressed in white, the mandatory uniform of this room. No one except those being
judged could be in the room unless they were dressed in white.
Those who were being judged were dressed in the clothes they wore when they died. If they
died naked, they appeared in the hall naked.
There was a person standing before the Throne of Judgment, tears streaming down a face that
was distorted with agony. Their arms were raised into the air as if they were pleading for their
lives, but not one word escaped their lips. On the screen above them played their entire life.
Every thought and every motive was revealed over their words and deeds. Everything in their
life was revealed from the moment of birth until the moment of death. And they could do nothing
except stand before the screen, arms raised in abject horror, as every aspect of their own life
condemned them. Every tear they caused to be shed and every drop of blood they caused to
flow was called in as witness against them. Every word spoken by them, still held in the air. was
called to give testimony in their case.

Every person has a condo in the city of God, and another residence somewhere else in the
universe.
New Jerusalem has been waiting inside the Father for an eternity. It has been the jewel of His
eye. It has been a bright spot within Him, something precious and wonderful He has kept within
His heart. I watched as the Holy Spirit drew out of the Father the entire new universe. Every
detail of this new universe has been thought out and planned before the first creation.
The Father, Son and Holy Spirit knew everything before it happened. They knew everything that
would happen before the beginning creation of the Throne Room and of Lucifer. They knew
every angel that would be created, every person that would be born, and even every sparrow
that would come forth. They had seen it all. They knew every decision that would be made
choosing Them; They knew every decision that would be made rejecting Them. They knew it all
before one molecule was formed and put in place.
The Father planned New Jerusalem before He planned Lucifer. He placed every marble stone
and every gold brick in place. He saw from the very beginning the procession of His people
entering the gates of New Jerusalem when the time would come and His heart leapt with joy.
Every tear has been wiped from the face of each person and angel for the loss they suffered.
Sin has touched every life in creation, but the smallest to the largest sorrow has been wiped
away by the personal, loving touch of the Godhead.
All the redeemed, all those who followed the Lord were called to the great Feast Hall. It was
large enough to hold every living person and angel in the universe. Even the cherubim who had
remained on duty for millions of years were at the feast. The chairs were solid gold, encrusted
with jewels and detailed with a silver platinum metal. The tables in this hall were solid marble.
The tablecloths were the finest linen that shimmered with all the shades of a rainbow,
depending how you looked at it in the light. The glasses were the thinnest glasses I have ever
seen. They looked so amazingly fragile, but each glass was cut from a single diamond and was
of such a tensile strength they did not break even when dropped. The plates were also cut from
diamonds. Flowers adorned the table
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in extravagant centerpieces, their aroma filling the air with a rich floral fragrance.
There was no singing or praising because everyone was at the table to dine. No one was on
guard. Every person, angel and living creature was at this feast. The foods simply appeared on
the table-great platters of every vegetable, fruit and grain imaginable from worlds that would be
found in every corner of creation. Spices and aromas mingled with the floral fragrance filling the
air with such an incredible orchestra of smells that one's spirit was immediately put at ease and
in a state of joy.
The rich crimson wine appeared in the glasses and it tasted of honey. Everyone dug in, eating
and drinking their fill. It was the best meal I have ever had, and we sat there for weeks, enjoying
each other's company and the magnificent meal before us. It was such a time of communion
and pleasantness there was no desire to leave.
While the people of God and the angelic host were at the Feast of Celebration, the Holy Spirit
drew the new universe and New Jerusalem out of the Father. As people and angels clinked their
glasses and laughed merrily forging eternal friendships, every detail was put in place.
Everything was complete and whole before it was drawn from the Father.
When the celebration meal finally drew to a close, everyone arose and slowly moved towards
the two gold doors at the end of the hall. The doors opened onto the realm of New Jerusalem,
which stood like a glistening jewel in the heavens. Angels and people alike simply stepped
through the door to the gates of New Jerusalem, entering the city as a procession of victorious
overcomers marching triumphantly through the city streets. They danced and sang praises and
worship for their God and King.
They sang a perpetual love song to their King and Maker. The angels danced through the
streets and continued onto their homes on every planet. The people danced through the streets
to their homes in New Jerusalem.
Every person was pre-assigned their condos and each instinctively knew where their new home
was located. The people moved into the city as one, breaking off and dispersing to their new
homes

opened the doors to their new home in the city, the rooms were empty and bare. I saw each
person stand in the space of their new home, their imaginations on fire. As they stared at the
space, the look of endless possibility moved upon their faces. I saw hundreds of these people in
their new condos at the same time—each and every one drew out of the Third Heavens the
furnishing and decor, down to the last detail of kitchen and bath. Each and every one drew out
of the Third Heavens the wardrobe that filled their closets and dresser drawers.
Every window looked out upon hills over the single river that wound throughout the earth
touching every corner. The earth is not like we know it today. There is no mark of a curse. No
meteorite strike, earthquake or volcano mars its beauty—and never would

There will be those who stay in New Jerusalem, never wanting to leave. There arc those who
will never leave their neighborhood, while others will be content to explore the city itself for the
rest of eternity. In New Jerusalem are all aspects of culture without the entrapments of the
perversities, prejudices and sin of the current world. We will celebrate the unity of our diversity,
appreciating the differences in food, clothing, manners, and living styles with anticipation rather
than criticism and fear.
As for myself. I will travel and visit every planet and system in creation. I will visit every home
and mansion, and talk with every person and angel. I will see every animal, bird, sea creature
and insect. I will sail on every sea, walk across every ocean, stand in every desert, climb every
mountain, and taste every delicacy....
I will go to every concert and live theatre. These concerts will hold audiences in the millions. The
acoustics are so stupendously engaging that even the lowest whisper courses through the body,
feeling every note and word. There will be plays and concerts that will inspire our souls to soar
to the highest reaches of heaven where it will join in praise of God until we feel like our hearts
will burst with love.
I cannot describe how overwhelmed that much love makes one feel. I have been to several of
these concerts, and each one goes on, not for hours, but for days and weeks without end. The
chairs are comfortable, not like the miserable chairs we have here in our concert halls. No
matter how nice we try to make them, it is always a marathon of endurance for me to see the
end of a musical or theatrical festivity. But there, the very atmosphere will be our chairs as we
float in space, oblivious of anything except the absolutely glorious music and singing that
envelopes us.

There will be speakers in every corner of the universe speaking on an endless variety of topics.
They will discuss how the animals on their world behave. They will show living documentaries of
sunsets, sunrises, oceans, lands...every part of God's magnificent creation will be shared and
taught and shared again.
And when we think we have it all, He will create a whole new something for us to explore.
As I stood looking at everyone attending a musical concert, the Lord said to me. "'Why people
like action and horror movies is because they cry out for the rush of adrenaline. But, when they
experience the spiritual and emotional high from one of these concerts, they will never again
remember the cheap movies they used to watch." He answered one of my biggest concerns
because I am an action movie addict.
We will share every taste, texture, sound, smell and sight as we go from place lo place
celebrating the absolutely incredible diversity of the Lord God Almighty, always finding new
aspects to His nature.
On the planets we live, we will know the names of each animal, bird, fish and insect; not their
genus name, but their real name for we will all be friends. Nothing dies. No longer will one cat
another in the struggle to survive. Blood will never again be shed in all of creation. Life will
procreate at a much slower rate than now. There is no rush. There is no timetable that must be
met; no ticking clock. All life is prized and precious not only to God, but to mankind as well.
No longer will we treat God's creation with the utter contempt that has been the hallmark of
mankind. We will stop throwing away the life He has created as if it is garbage, but we will honor
Him and His precepts. We will no longer be children of destruction but children of life and love.
There are no signs and wonders in New Jerusalem. There will be no need. What we consider as
miracles now will be common occurrences in eternity. There is no sickness or disease. There
may be the occasional injury or accident to an animal, but a broken leg is healed quicker than
the words can be spoken...and animals will speak the words and we will hear and understand
them. There will never again be confusion of communication between any creature of creation.
I have seen the home of my dearest friend. Her world is a water world where the whales sing
day and night. She will swim in the oceans with the dolphins as if she were one of them. She will
walk on the most beautiful white beach that has only the finest sand with no pebbles that might
hurt her foot. Her house is one of clear crystal walls, floor and ceiling so that not one aspect of
the sea she loves is obscured from view.
I have had breakfast there, a plate of the most tantalizing and delicious fruits of vibrant reds,
blues and purples, while listening to the sounds of the waves, peace saturating everything
around. Then she went for a swim with her water friends while I walked along beside them, atop
of the water.
Sometimes, I have gone to the ait galleries were I saw hanging the most beautiful art. Paintings
are made in the most incredible colors. At this particular gallery they were 3-D. There are some
paintings that you can actually walk into. They capture the essence of a complete moment in
time that can be shared over and over again.