My encounters during astral (soul) flight have lead me to visitations of many beautiful places. Having been aided by certain entities whose company is most rewarding, I have grown to love them as "special souls". Often, they are crucial as guides and guardians when trekking with me into the far realms of creation. All of the adventures I have undergone with these great souls are both valuable and important, for they are journeys that cannot conceivably be taken by an individual who dwells only within his or her own physical consciousness. Although these journeys are incredible by mortal standards, they are mere "slights" of mother nature's hand which allows the mortal perceptions to ease into other dimensional realms. It is well and good that it be so, for with the opportunity, a richer understanding can be had of living individuals that dwell where all of mankind eventually shall evolve to; that is Heaven.
Vividly, I can recollect one particular place that I find myself returning to as often as possible. Perhaps the reasoning lies with the fact that with this soul flight, I had suddenly began to realize in a more intimate sense, what Heaven is, and the reality that permeates all of its splendor. This is an account of my most exhilarating visit to the "Valley of the Children".
In the usual manner, sometime after I had taken leave of the burden of my physical body, I sojourned to within the depths of space. It was not until after I had reached the "docking area" that I was once again joined by my dear friends, Lady Crystal and Spirinoff. As well, there were a few others pursuing menial duties which were to eventually partake in this expedition with us. On the platform in space, Crystal, Spirinoff and I, greeted each other with generous hugs, and Spirinoff announced that he would be this evening's pilot, of the space ship named "Blue Lightning".
As a carry over from a prior earth expression, Spirinoff was known in the 1920's as both a psychiatrist and a scientist, at which time he had a fatal plane crash in his homelands of Russia. It was then, at age thirty, he had completed his destiny on the earth plane and returned to Heaven with the capabilities to design and build space ships such as Blue Lightning. As he announced his commission to pilot her, I could sense an aire of pride about the man. Spirinoff had a very warm personality which essentially, was his most compelling characteristic. His hair was dark, close fitting, and very wavy, and he appeared to be of some nobility, standing with good posture at six foot tall.
Greetings having been made, it was within no time at all that we were ready to board the beautiful ship. Resting placidly, the ship's internal lighting system silhouetted her extremely large form (shape) of ... I could only estimate it to be that of a shark. This feature seems to me to be a reoccurring shape, as with many space ships I have traveled upon. My only guess as to this choice of structure seems to be that it is aerodynamically approvable by Spirinoff himself, although even I am aware that in space there is no such thing as friction. However, when the subject comes to technology, I find my interests begin to falter. I find more appreciation in interior design of such things than over how they are best propelled.
Once we had made our entry into Blue Lightning, I had become rather dazzled as to its floor plan. Both side "fins" and top were constructed of a form of glass that allowed a full visual field around the ship. They were designed as what could be termed, "lounges", or resting areas, which eventually, I would be able to observe from within them. But for the moment, Crystal, Spirinoff and I were entering the front cabin in order to get underway.
The front cabin, or pilot's booth, had three seats at the control panel which were nestled in the center of a giant glass bubble. Again, the visual field was totally unobstructed. I could see above as well as below the space ship. I took my seat to the left of Spirinoff and Lady Crystal took her seat to his right side. We all got comfortable before a viewing screen and Spirinoff made no hesitations about setting our course. In no time at all, Blue Lightning had begun to move in response to her pilot's mechanical manipulations.
As we proceeded through the solar system, I was astonished to discover the identifiable features of it. Smoothly, we traveled through the asteroid belt, and I was told that no harm would come to us because the ship was built with a force field that actually outstretched its radius by five miles. It was more than ample in deflecting the dark stones of space. Eventually, we proceeded to a very near encounter with Jupiter whose gleaming aura was absolutely breath taking. And yet as we journeyed farther, we came upon the orbit of Saturn. We passed by its sparkling rings that glistened in frosty colors. They seemed to bend gracefully towards and then away from the ship in an endlessly soft curve that finally settled into darkness behind us.
After we were well on our way and I found myself relaxed quite a bit, Spirinoff adjusted something on the control panel and stated that we were now on "automatic pilot", then he asked us to join him in the lounge for a drink. Obligingly, we left the cabin and proceeded to the most beautiful lounge that I could imagine seeing. Nothing on earth could come close to it. A wedge shaped bar sat in the middle of the lounge, and tables and stools were all about the place. Pale blue and sparkling silver seemed to be the decor's primary colors. I was not sure of what material the seats were made of, but to the touch, I was reminded of a silky sort of softness. Basically white in color, the chairs had silver threads interwoven, and they were very comfortable to sit in. The three of us sat down at a large table and soon we were joined by the rest of the crew. I remember that as we lounged, a music very soothing to the ears was playing. But I could discover no obvious speaker system. Rather, it seemed, the music just came from the walls and ceiling with a melody that I could not begin to recognize.
We sat in the lounge at the top of the ship relaxing and conversing. Soon, we were served a most palatable drink that had a distinctive blue color. It was very satisfying to consume. In our conversation, I discovered that the tail end and side fins of the ship housed what were called the children's play rooms.
While in the process of touring the ship, I was fascinated in observing one of the play rooms. I entered the room and immediately discovered that the decor's primary colors were blue, pink and white. The most incredible thing about this room while I viewed it, was the fact that these colors did not maintain the same value as stable colors. As I watched, a peculiar series of transformation was taking place. Simultaneously, the colors would first brighten to brilliant hues and then immediately soften to pastel in slow repetition. All the while, these different shades would be stealthily crawling across the room knowing no boundaries at floor nor ceiling.
Eventually my touring brought me forth to yet another of these play rooms. Basically, the colors were simple green and white, yet upon entering, I felt a mysterious change occur. Inside, I found that I had stepped into a jungle or a zoo. It was all "open air" - shall I say. Small animals and birds were found scurrying and fluttering about. They were allowed free movement in this giant playground. As I studied the inhabitants of this room, I could find no animal any larger than the rabbits here and there busying themselves at sniffing around the foliage without a concern for anything. I also remember observing a swimming pool, swings, and a slide as well; features that could be found in any typical children's playground.
Time passed quickly, and soon we were told that we had reached our destination. As the small ones would remain on board the ship, we adults were to descend to the planet's surface. I joined the others at the departure way, and we waited for the doorway to open. I watched as it opened, and there before my eyes, what could be called a tunnel appeared. The floor surface was solid, as well as the sides. It seemed to curve upwards so as to almost encompass us completely. However, near the top, the structure was obviously open. More precisely, this could be called a ramp with walls, and to my surprise, it appeared to be made of gold. We promptly stepped out and began to descend the ramp until it finally opened at its end, and where it allowed us to step out upon the surface of the planet.
We halted on a flat and soft grassy surface where I discovered that we were on top of a mountain. At least, this "mountain" was larger than most large hills that I have been on.
And then, I gasped in awe. For the first time, I looked outwards to see the most enthralling splendor I could have ever realized. we were observing a valley that was so beautiful, my eyes began to water. Far off into the distance, it blended into the blue mist of a horizon. The distance of my perception was incredible. Within the valley, I spotted a cascading waterfall that swelled into a pool near the valley floor, where it eventually flowed into a babbling brook that reached a lake at the bottom. Upon all of the ledges and shelves of the rolling mountains, I could see trees and flowers with appearances that I had never known before. Colors were spectacular, reminiscent of a perfect summer's day, and the shapes were beyond any description other than, "absolutely fascinating".
Down in this valley -- within this Heaven, were thousands of children. their stature indicated that they were between the ages of three months to about four or five years old. Some could be noticed as playing, while others seemed to be working at things, but all were obviously enjoying what they were doing. Once these children finally realized that we were observing them from atop the mountain, all of bedlam broke out. The laughter; the ecstatic screams; and the waving of little hands were all a precious moment to observe. But soon, a lull came over the crowd. An exhibition was about to occur that we could not even suspect what its importance was.
Across the way, upon another peak, a divine manifestation would happen. The sky appeared to lighten in a way that was similar to a sun rise. We all stood entranced staring at the direction. Only subtly, a brightening began to occur first. Then, a brilliant shining was manifesting near the mountain peak. An aura of many colors formed, like the interjection of a rainbow to the sky. A silence could be felt that would tolerate no interruption during the process. Finally, the manifestation occurred that all were anticipating. As if stepping from a cloud, a man came to sight. He was young and handsomely beautiful. All of the children knew him as Kundie. All little eyes were upon the one, and eventually a murmur arose from the crowd of children. In a moment Kundie unfolded his arms from the robe that he wore. As they outstretched, white doves burst forth into manifestation. Quickly, they flew outward and around, until finally descending to the valley below us.
Everyone gasped in awe.
Electricity filled the air. A sublime joy incomparable upon the earth plane occurred as the children began to sing a song to him. Words reached my ears; "He is my king. The King of kings. Let our voices ring, for He is my King."
As the choir continued, Kundie lifted his arms. His robe changed into the colors of the rainbow, and then he unfolded a set of wings whose length reached to at least twenty feet. It was a fantastic sight to behold.
Eventually the choir stopped their Heavenly orchestration of voices, and then the children went wild. They began to climb the mountain, and those who had wings themselves, began to fly upward to meet their Kundie. Slowly, the gentle man began to work his way down the ledge so that he could touch and embrace as many of the children as possible. Again, a music began to loft into the breeze - all of it occurring during Kundie's decent to the valley. Then once he had reached the valley floor, he too, became as a child, and blending into the masses of the others. I knew very well then, that what Jesus had once said was very true to the occasion; "Unless ye become as a little child, ye shall not enter the Kingdom of Heaven."
While the children entertained and played amidst the peace of the land, I knew that there was much more to see in this "valley of the children". After I had reached the valley floor, I went about discovering what sights there were to behold. I came upon a Spanish style house that was nestled into the side of a hill. It was very appealing and warm looking. As I walked towards it, upon the verandah, I noticed a young lady standing, watching me approach. She beckoned me to come, and as I got closer, I noticed that she turned into a very old lady. In her oldness, I found a familiarity that twitched at my memories. She was my grandmother who had passed away years ago. Her name was Diana. Only for a moment, was her appearance that of an old woman. Once I recognized her, again she turned into a younger woman that was very pretty. We embraced warmly, and she told me how happy she was to see me.
Crystal and Spirinoff had joined us on the verandah, and Diana greeted them as well. Soon, we were all invited to see her lovely garden. As we rounded the house and entered the garden, I noticed that the flower arrangements appeared to be more alive than any on earth. The garden was full of a variety of birds. A peacock opened its plumes to show magnificent colors of satiny violet, blue and red. Swallows swooped down near and around us while hummingbirds flittered little wings in such a blur while stopping in mid flight. The four of us stopped by an arrangement of palm trees and Diana slipped a hand into a pocket within her apron and pulled some feed out. In a moment a robin flew to her and perched itself upon her fingers where it immediately started pecking at what she held in her hand. I think the most fascinating thing about the garden beyond the blooms of the trees that were in an assortment of colors, I found not even one single dead leaf or curled flower. All were vibrantly alive and brilliant to behold.
We sat down on very comfortable lounging chairs that were made very similarly to animal skins. I found out later that they were designed by the children of the valley, and of course, in heaven there is no slaughter of animals. The whole quality of the garden was simple peace and tranquility, which was even more heightening to the senses as I sat and chatted with grandma. She asked me how all the relatives were that still lived on earth. I stated that they were all fine to the best of my knowledge, and I asked her how long she had lived here. She told me that she stayed here ever since the "New Jerusalem" had come into being, which to my time was about six or seven years before this moment. Many that I have spoken with within this valley claim that this galaxy which we were currently in was, in fact, the New Jerusalem.
Soon, I saw a little girl and a little boy come towards us carrying a tray. They were not walking. It was more obvious that they glided to us. We were served a delicious drink which we all enjoyed as we talked for a little while longer. Grandma asked if I would like to walk through the garden once more, and we all agreed to. As we walked, I could hear the children laughing and playing off in the valley. Just by sound, we could all tell that they were enjoying themselves immensely. Grandma soon told us that she was one of the guardians of the valley, although the children did not need looking after. It was just important to love them, for they - as well as we - are free souls, as we are all children of God. This was so different to the earth plane where so many children are not loved, not cared for, or badly mistreated. As grandma spoke those words, I could see tears in her dark brown eyes. Then she said with a very strong voice, "One day soon - and that day is coming whether man believes it or not - that all God's children will come home. They will come to a home like I have and like all these children have here, living in the glory of God."
As we walked slowly through her garden, we were amazed at what we saw playing in the fountains, flowers, and even in the trees. They were very small, doll-like babies. Some were no taller than three or four inches over all. They all had little wings of different colors. I could notice some with yellow wings, some with blue, some with white wings. They were all translucent and moving rapidly. Diana told us that these were angels that had never been to earth. They were all divine and not born, but instead, created for the glory of God as well as for the garden here in heaven. She said that they were created by Kundie and that to her knowledge, he was the only one with the creating power of such angelic little ones.
Eventually, we all left the garden, though none of us really wanted to, and we began to travel a rugged path that lead down hill. Soon, coming to sight was a farm area, but it was not like any on earth. I would say that it was more to show animals and such things, instead of to raise them. Although we were reluctant to leave the garden, I found that I still had the same sensations that were there, here as we walked. I found a bamboo hut that even in its uncivilized appearance was compelling. I felt that we were on a far away island, though not in the sense intended - we were actually on one. Surrounding this hut was yet another garden. It was very large and very pretty. There were many children here, as well as other places in the valley. We maintained walking until we entered a little meadow that within its midst rested the farm house. When we came into the area I saw a young man coming towards us. He was shouting greetings and saying, "Welcome to Shangri-La."
As we neared the young man, he too appeared as an old man. To my amazement, it was my own grandfather who had passed away when I was merely a child of five years old. Jim had died of cancer, but when I recognized him here, he became as a young man again, with the appearance of perfect health. We embraced and he told me how pleased he was to see me and the friends that I had brought along with me. As we walked towards the house, I could see many children busy at raking and watering the garden. But, what could be said to be working, seemed to be more at playing, for they were all singing songs and giggling and laughing with each other. One little boy ran after a little girl, trying to slosh a bucket of water on her. But after he stumbled and splashed himself, the girl came back and helped him up. Then, they both laughed with each other.
The children were busy at gathering produce, and Jim informed me that they were all planning to have a picnic by one of the rivers later on that day. As we walked along and saw all that was going on, I could not help but to remember that while Diana and Jim were on earth, they were in fact, husband and wife. But as all are in heaven, they were free souls and not married to one another. They were happy with the arrangements, and were more obviously best of friends and neighbors here. An understanding is kept between all in heaven, that what occurred in the earth expression, were merely stepping stones to help each other personally on the way to the evolution of the soul, and that evolution is the sole purpose of dwelling in the earth plane.
I saw coming towards us, a little boy who was accompanied by a very large elephant. When they met us, the boy said that his name was Mike and that his friend's name was Jock. Mike had a very dark complexion and was very handsome. And after we greeted each other, he gave me a poem that he had written. We also met a little girl as we walked on, and she said that she was going to go for a swim. Her name was Pam, and she only paused for a moment - just long enough to give me another poem. As she ran off, we followed little Pam. As she reached the lake, she took off all of her clothes and went for what we call, "a skinny dip". In the water, I could see a number of dolphins that were swimming with her, and I could not be sure who was having the most fun - the dolphins or her. But we walked on, leaving them to their fun and games. Although shouting from the water, Pam made us promise to come back and see her and her dolphins again.
Time was growing short for me, as I had to return to my physical body, though none of the others had to. They were all over here for an eternity and I had to leave them until the time when I could join them all permanently.
During my other visits, I had traveling companions such as the movie star Montgomery Clift, my sister who had been dead for about seventeen years, and a dear friend named Roxanne, who, while I lived in Montreal in the late 40's had died of child birth. her baby which was a boy, had lived for three hours and died, but now they stay here together in heaven.
To all of them, and as well, my grandfather Jim, my grandmother Diana, Mike, and to all of the children in this beautiful valley ... to them, this is where heaven is and what heaven is like.
"Can you imagine, there back home,
I have an elephant of my own.
I had to name him, and his name is Jock.
I bet that puts you all in a state of shock!"
~ written by Mike
"I like to swim every day -
And sometimes with dolphins, I play.
They are so meek and mild -
But often in play, they do go wild."
~ written by Pam
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