On board a sizable spacecraft along with thirty or so "other" entities, I had begun to partake upon a journey to the planet Lobo, in the Kuhoolyae galaxy. Lobo has a ninth dimension vibration and even though it is the smallest planet in its group of nine, it is an important part of what we refer to as "The New Jerusalem." When our larger ship had landed and docked, we changed to a much smaller ship designed for interplanetary flights. It was within no time at all, that we found ourselves bound for the Ramboozie Island. To those who live here, Ramboozie means "Roughians".
As we flew over the island, we waited to get a signal from those upon it, in order to be able to land. As I peered down and observed the outlay of the island floating in a misty ocean, I had no trouble in realizing how lushly vegetated it was. As a matter of fact, even though I looked hard, I couldn't see any noticeable ground at all. The island was totally blanketed by trees and greenery. An abrupt young boy's voice made me look up to the communication station, and it was announcing that we were now able to land. Oddly, when I looked back to the surface below, a clearing miraculously appeared where only a moment ago, it was covered by foliage. I have no idea how such a phenomenon occurred, but I knew that we would be delivered to safety upon our landing.
When all of the systems of the ship shut down, we stepped out upon the surface of the island where we were met by a younger looking lady by the name of Marie, and also by a younger looking girl whose name was Pam. It had surprised me for a moment as I discovered that I had known Marie a long time ago when I was just a child. As usual, Marie looked quite a lot younger than the old lady I had known her as so long ago, because heaven bestows upon those who exist there, a perpetual youth which allows for the nonexistence of old age. The very young girl, Pam, I had recognized from previous trips to this galaxy. The both of these girls welcomed our landing party with the utmost friendliness, and then, they asked for us to follow them. As we walked together, Marie informed me that the "wild boys" were busy, but would be very pleased to have and to entertain us.
We were lead to what appeared as a fishing camp sight. Everything was formed of wood and decorated in Rustic colors, and it all lay in the midst of a jungle where a beautiful river flowed by. The cabin that we approached sat on the edge of the river bank, and I noticed that a pier and an open air patio were attached to it. At the pier, assorted canoes and small boats were moored to the dock, and they were lobbing softly to the pull of the current.
As we reached the cabin, we were met and greeted by Rastus, Little Eddie, Tee Joe, and a handful of the others, then we were invited inside. In all of my travels to many fishing camps on earth, I had never come across one as lavish and as neat as this one. Inside the cabin, all of the redwood chairs and tables were neat and in order. It was large inside, and I find that as I look around, this must be what would be called the "palace" of all fishing camps in comparison. It suddenly dawned on me what Marie had meant when she stated that the wild boys were busy earlier; they went on some full scale cleanup detail, making ready for a feast that I could hardly wait for to begin.
Although I had been on other trips, and have met most of the wild boys, there were still a few whom I hadn't met yet. However, those that knew me also knew my admiration for seafood, and this is what we were all about to have; a feast of seafood. As I looked over the table tops, I recognized the mouth watering preparations for the culinary delights. All that I could imagine in tasty displays, lobster, clam, oysters, and more. I remember seeing Rastus who was watching me with a smile of appreciation, although, I could not say whether it was he or I that showed the greater appreciation. He was the oldest of the hundreds that called themselves, the Wild Boys, and yet, he was in the age of about five or six years old.
We had known each other fairly well, and it was by his special attention that we were about to have such a fantastic seafood cookout here on the Ramboozie island. The seafood that I was so rapt in seeing was well known to be created from these fantastic souls vibrational capabilities, as it is God's law, that there can be no form of killing in Heaven. We eventually all got seated in a somewhat circular pattern around a giant iron pot which sat in the middle of the room, Beneath it, although flames were not exactly seen by me, I could observe heat "waves" radiating around the base. Inside the giant kettle were dozens of bright red lobsters that gave one fantastic aroma as they steamed.
Several of the wild boys went immediately to serving up the delicious food, as I sat feeling the part of an anxious, yet comfortably satisfied guest. I looked over the scurrying children that moved back and forth, serving as many as one hundred of us. The wild boys were wearing cutoff jeans and no shirts. It all made for the appearance of them as actually being, "children of the wilderness." That is to say, they had the appearance of being totally harmonious with the nature all about them, as if they were nature, themselves. The most amazing thing that I could sense when viewing the "wild boys" from within the center of their group, was the total peace and harmony all about the place. It was not like what one could imagine when in a group of hundreds of children; there was no arguing or discord. When everyone was served, we ate our most delicious food in utter tranquility. Within the calm of the afternoon dinner, I could feel such a love between all of these individuals, including Pam and Marie who fit in the group just as gracefully as I felt that I did. And even I felt a love and acceptance for and from them that was distinctly different from other places I have encountered, and yet, I mean that with no deprivation from the love I feel as well, for any other of the many souls in heaven.
After the delicious feast, the boys asked us if we cared to take a hike. It was with very little reservation that we all agreed, it would be a nice experience. The only reservation that I could find, was in the fact that I had no idea where it was that the wild boys had in mind to lead us to.
We all began to walk down this narrow path that cut through a shadowy jungle. It twisted and curved, sometimes opening to small light filled areas where the treetops thinned out, but overall, it was somewhat dark and shaded. The air was warm and particularly refreshing as we walked, and I noticed only a trace of humidity, that would be notorious to the jungles back on the planet earth. I also noticed the absence of the most famous pests that the earth had in it's jungles, such as mosquitoes, bugs, or snakes. There were none of these things here on Ramboozie Island; in fact there are none throughout all of heaven.
In time we ended up approaching a thickly covered hilly region, and soon, I noticed that we were standing at the base of a rather small mountain. That is to say; it was too big for a hill, and too little for a mountain. The boys beckoned us to follow them when we approached an opening that looked as if it were an abandoned mine shaft entrance. I found myself growing a bit nervous as the dark crevice filled my sight. The first thoughts that I had were in a sense that although the wild boys were lovable and all of that, I did not know what to expect from them at this point. But, with apprehension, we stumbled into the dimness of the tunnel and proceeded along somewhat cautiously. The boys that were the leaders of our little excursion proceeded way ahead of the rest of the band, while a few of the others stayed behind to help us, "slower folk" along.
Every once in a while, one or another of the band would fleetfully steal away to the shadows in the cavern and wait until we approached them. Once we reached where they were hiding, they would begin to make all sorts of noises so as to scare us. Then, from the dark nooks and crannies, they would dart out and run on up ahead of us "followers" laughing in the echoing halls of the tunnel. Always, they would run ahead with their laughter as a distinct indicator that it was all in humorous fun, at the expense of our nerves, I might add.
Eventually, in small groups, we all arrived in a giant cave somewhere deep beneath the surface of the mountain. When I arrived I was much relieved to find that the cave was very well lit up. I noticed above the entrance passage, a sign that was made of nothing but fish hooks which lit up with the words, "We All Love Kundie".
Inside, I noticed that the cave was furnished. It had bunk beds, hammocks that were attached to the stone walls, tables, chairs, and even sofas. We were all asked to sit down and make ourselves comfortable, and that is what we did. Then our party was served a very refreshing drink that no one dared to ask what it was made of, but it was cool and refreshing.
After the brief pause of a relaxing moment, we continued out of the cave through a passage way opposite from where we entered it. Eventually, I could see daylight ahead of us. Once we reached it, we found an exit to the mountain tunnel. We were, in fact, on the other side of the mountain. I, as well as those who came with, were quite relieved to see the brightness of day again, but as we reached the opening, I discovered that it opened only to a ledge that projected away from the face of the mountain a mere six to eight feet.
However, as we all stood upon this ledge that overlooked a vast valley, I became spellbound at the sight that filled my eyes. Silently; gracefully; butterflies as large as my hands flitted to and fro all about us. The colors that they had were spectacularly brilliant. Some had vibrant red bodies with giant white wings, and yet there were many others in combinations of red and yellow, blue and green, violet and orange. All were unique in their own beauty. Occasionally, I found brilliantly colored tropical birds sailing past our view point, and as well, these colors were spectacular. Both near and far, I could hear bird songs filling the air, and all had a melody that truly reminded me that I was here, now, experiencing a heavenly Paradise that was unique to the wild boys' and their Ramboozie Island in Heaven.
After we had all stood there, staring for a far too short of a time, Rastus aroused us from our delirium. The sensations of mine went rampant in a way not too awfully different from the fame of the term, "wild boys." I was enthralled with the totality of sensations. It was a splendor; a heaven of beauty; a loveliness in the supreme calm of this tranquil place. But with the exhilarated inhalation, I stirred to the next event. Tee Joe, and Rastus softly stepped from the ledge and turned to us saying, Follow us down into the dreamland of beauty."
At that moment, it was as if we had all inherited wings, though none of us actually had any. We simply began to glide outward, then downward. It was an extremely beautiful sensation knowing no obligation to the ground beneath our feet. The sensation, nor the event lasted for very long, and we all landed on the crest of a small hill. The hill was surrounded by banana trees which, within the leaves nestled many small monkeys and birds. I focused upon one little monkey that was busy snatching bananas one by one from a bunch within the tree that he sat in. I also noticed that with every one that he took, another would appear immediately. The tree would never empty, and what appeared ripened before my eyes within only a moment.
There were many palm trees as I looked farther around, and I noticed trees that were unfamiliar to me but had flowers of different colors growing on them. I also observed a variety of flowering shrubs that sometimes bobbed gracefully to the weight of a giant butterfly landing upon them. There was nothing more that I wanted to do other than inhale deeply the scents and aromas of the place in which we stood, but eventually we were all called once again to follow, and so we proceeded down the hill with trees surrounding us on either side of a somewhat narrower path than that with which we began the expedition, seemingly so shortly before.
As we walked on, the trees grew somewhat thicker and taller as well as closer together. Soon we disappeared beneath the jungle that arched above us, blocking out the hottest rays of the sun. It came to pass, that we all reached what appeared to be a giant arbor of trees. We reached a clearing of the forest floor, yet the trees that encircled us had such mammoth branches that they created a ceiling even over the middle of the clearing.
When we entered this place, I noticed that it was set up with what appeared to be an enormous amount of technology. There was a giant machine here, that I noticed having several viewing screens upon it. As we stood in front of it, I found that it had one screen working even now. We were told that it was what they used to monitor all that was going on in this universe. One of the wild boys pushed a button on the device and I quickly recognized the picture that appeared. It was a view of my own physical world home in Florida, and eventually the picture focused in on my physical body sleeping peacefully in my bed. As another button was pushed, the picture went to the entire planet earth, showing the pretty blue orb moving in its orbit only slightly with a background of dark space. I also saw eventually the planet Lobo, which we were on, the island here, and yet in time it showed the other planets of this galaxy one by one as well.
The machines recorded everything of importance while the wild boys were away, and show it all back at the push of a button. The machine recorded every message passed between islands, between planets, and even between the various galaxies. I found that at all times the wild boys were informed as to what was going on in the New Jerusalem, as well as what went on throughout the entire universe. It was then, that it dawned on me why the wild boys were always the first arrivals at different occasions at different places when we were to meet and visit with others.
After we had observed the monitoring device, we were shown Ramboozie's amusement park. It was a large area of many acres of land, and all throughout it, there was not even one caged animal or bird. We were told by one of the little boys that life was never meant to be caged; that "life was meant to be free". Though they were not born free, they were all created free. They were created as free as the wild boys, and that, they meant literally.
As we meandered about, I could feel the grass beneath my feet. It was not at all unlike a carpet of silk. I could observe the tamest of all, in the beasts that roamed and grazed in this park. As I observed it all, it came to my mind the truth in the Bible where it had said that the lamb will lay with the lion. It was here where I could see it all. All about us the animals were so docile. Whether or not one of us stood still or moved, the beasts would eventually come nuzzling up to us. There were elephants, zebras, tigers, lions, gazelles, and even ostriches. We were told that all of the animals had the characteristic of being vegetarian. None of the animals could fall prey to a predator, as there were no "predacious" animals here.
In time, a darkening occurred that signified the approach of night. However, in Heaven there is no totality of darkness. That is; no black of night. It came on as only an evening sort of light, and that would be as dark as it would get. As we dawdled about, we turned our heads to the sky and watched another glorious phenomenon occur. A massive orb slowly rose from the horizon, looming gigantic in the evening sky. Soon there were others as well, but the first was announced to be a sister planet named Diana which floated slowly into full sight. We could almost see the surface features which were dozens of times larger than what could be seen if one gazed at the earth's moon. The color of the planet changed casually. When I first saw it, it appeared in a reddish tint, eventually fading to pink. Then again, it took on a bluish color that faded to green. As I watched it's breathtaking beauty, it also seemed at one time to be enshrouded with yellow, almost a white that was so preciously soft in color. I could have easily sat there all night and watched this phenomenon, but again the wild boys had even more for us to see, and it was all too soon that we left the area and journeyed on to another spot on the heavenly island.
We encountered a large area of land that was flat as an airport would be, and I had made a remark to that effect to one of the wild boys. He chuckled as he looked at me and he said that that was because this was actually where we were. I could not hardly grasp what he had assured me of because the area in which we stood was very thickly covered with vegetation. Upon closer inspection I finally realized that this was in fact a "landing field." The whole area was camouflaged in a sense that all the trees and brush blanketed it. Eventually, we were lead to a variety of hangers that each had within their shadows one of many different kinds of space ships. We were shown a cylindrical type that was rather large. It was red, and called the "Red Comet". This I was told, was what they used to visit other galaxies in. There were many of a smaller variety which were designed in different colors, which we were told were used more for local travel, that is travel within this galaxy. And yet, we were shown more space ships which were still smaller, and they said that these were used for intercontinental travel - travel over the surface of this, the planet Lobo, only. The landing strip encounter was only a brief pause. We still had one more place to see. The wild boys called it their poker house, which in effect was yet another of the many types of hideouts that they have on the island.
In time we approached the summit of a hill where we could vaguely see before us, and downward a somewhat small valley. We all descended into this valley until in time we had approached a small but well furnished house. At first, to look at the house was for me a slight perplexing because it seemed to diminish the theory somewhat, that in a sense the wild boys were so thoroughly, "naturalists." However, in heaven it is easy to accept things as what they were meant to be, and as we entered the little house, once again, we were greeted by both Pam and Marie. It was to my amazement that I discovered tables within the little house which on top of them, each had a deck of playing cards. We were all invited to sit down at whichever table we chose, and to play a game of poker. It is a fact, that with me, I have never played a game of poker in my physical life back on earth. It is not that I have anything against the game, it is simply that I have never played.
As we began to play, it was obvious that the whole game was played entirely in fun. As there is no money in heaven, the game was not played with any. Actually, the winnings were raked in by different assorted gifts instead. It took me a little while to discover why, in fact, that the wild boys were cleaning house so to speak and it could not be said, that I had the proverbial "beginners luck." Eventually, I discovered that we were playing with a marked deck which of course, was all in fun. However, at the end of it all, I had won one prize, which I treasured graciously. I had won a picture of a kind of sailfish, which of course I could not bring back to earth, though I know that it is safely put away somewhere in heaven where I could see it any time I so chose to do so.
Time was wearing on for me back in my physical body, and I knew that the time was approaching all too soon when I would have to return, and begin another physical day. We were allowed to squeeze in one more discovery before that moment, and eventually we were lead to what they called "their fleet of boats."
We were shown water craft, that was not unlike earth's canoes, submarines, and sailboats. But even beyond those devices, I was shown a craft that not only could sail across the top of the water, but as well, it could fly in the air, and even submerge, carrying its occupants safely in any way. I considered that that was an adventure I did not want to miss out on, so we boarded one of these craft and took a quick aerial tour of Ramboozie Island. But in no time at all we had landed gracefully on the surface of the water. We skated the surface briefly before taking one final plunge, and I could not recall a more beautiful sight at that time, other than an underwater tropical tour.
At the end of this adventure, I had realized that "this" to Pam and Marie, and to all of the wild boys was what their heaven is. I wished that I could have lived there forever, but I know that I as well as every other individual on earth, have our own heaven to go to when the day comes. I have the faith that that one day will come, and I will have found it with the hope as well, that everyone else will have then found theirs as well. I have returned many times to the wilderness of the Ramboozie Island and visited with the high spirited, playfully rambunctious wild boys many times since this, and always have been greeted with open arms - a welcome I can hardly refuse in their island paradise.
A Poem by Rastus:
When I had dirty hands and feet,
My back side, mama would beat.
Over here, I just jump in one of the lakes,
Mama, can't you see for Heaven's sake?
A Poem by Marie:
Grow up! Grow up! Was all I ever heard.
Sometimes I thought that it was their only word.
So I did and I passed away,
Now, you all come see ME some sunny day.
As we flew over the island, we waited to get a signal from those upon it, in order to be able to land. As I peered down and observed the outlay of the island floating in a misty ocean, I had no trouble in realizing how lushly vegetated it was. As a matter of fact, even though I looked hard, I couldn't see any noticeable ground at all. The island was totally blanketed by trees and greenery. An abrupt young boy's voice made me look up to the communication station, and it was announcing that we were now able to land. Oddly, when I looked back to the surface below, a clearing miraculously appeared where only a moment ago, it was covered by foliage. I have no idea how such a phenomenon occurred, but I knew that we would be delivered to safety upon our landing.
When all of the systems of the ship shut down, we stepped out upon the surface of the island where we were met by a younger looking lady by the name of Marie, and also by a younger looking girl whose name was Pam. It had surprised me for a moment as I discovered that I had known Marie a long time ago when I was just a child. As usual, Marie looked quite a lot younger than the old lady I had known her as so long ago, because heaven bestows upon those who exist there, a perpetual youth which allows for the nonexistence of old age. The very young girl, Pam, I had recognized from previous trips to this galaxy. The both of these girls welcomed our landing party with the utmost friendliness, and then, they asked for us to follow them. As we walked together, Marie informed me that the "wild boys" were busy, but would be very pleased to have and to entertain us.
We were lead to what appeared as a fishing camp sight. Everything was formed of wood and decorated in Rustic colors, and it all lay in the midst of a jungle where a beautiful river flowed by. The cabin that we approached sat on the edge of the river bank, and I noticed that a pier and an open air patio were attached to it. At the pier, assorted canoes and small boats were moored to the dock, and they were lobbing softly to the pull of the current.
As we reached the cabin, we were met and greeted by Rastus, Little Eddie, Tee Joe, and a handful of the others, then we were invited inside. In all of my travels to many fishing camps on earth, I had never come across one as lavish and as neat as this one. Inside the cabin, all of the redwood chairs and tables were neat and in order. It was large inside, and I find that as I look around, this must be what would be called the "palace" of all fishing camps in comparison. It suddenly dawned on me what Marie had meant when she stated that the wild boys were busy earlier; they went on some full scale cleanup detail, making ready for a feast that I could hardly wait for to begin.
Although I had been on other trips, and have met most of the wild boys, there were still a few whom I hadn't met yet. However, those that knew me also knew my admiration for seafood, and this is what we were all about to have; a feast of seafood. As I looked over the table tops, I recognized the mouth watering preparations for the culinary delights. All that I could imagine in tasty displays, lobster, clam, oysters, and more. I remember seeing Rastus who was watching me with a smile of appreciation, although, I could not say whether it was he or I that showed the greater appreciation. He was the oldest of the hundreds that called themselves, the Wild Boys, and yet, he was in the age of about five or six years old.
We had known each other fairly well, and it was by his special attention that we were about to have such a fantastic seafood cookout here on the Ramboozie island. The seafood that I was so rapt in seeing was well known to be created from these fantastic souls vibrational capabilities, as it is God's law, that there can be no form of killing in Heaven. We eventually all got seated in a somewhat circular pattern around a giant iron pot which sat in the middle of the room, Beneath it, although flames were not exactly seen by me, I could observe heat "waves" radiating around the base. Inside the giant kettle were dozens of bright red lobsters that gave one fantastic aroma as they steamed.
Several of the wild boys went immediately to serving up the delicious food, as I sat feeling the part of an anxious, yet comfortably satisfied guest. I looked over the scurrying children that moved back and forth, serving as many as one hundred of us. The wild boys were wearing cutoff jeans and no shirts. It all made for the appearance of them as actually being, "children of the wilderness." That is to say, they had the appearance of being totally harmonious with the nature all about them, as if they were nature, themselves. The most amazing thing that I could sense when viewing the "wild boys" from within the center of their group, was the total peace and harmony all about the place. It was not like what one could imagine when in a group of hundreds of children; there was no arguing or discord. When everyone was served, we ate our most delicious food in utter tranquility. Within the calm of the afternoon dinner, I could feel such a love between all of these individuals, including Pam and Marie who fit in the group just as gracefully as I felt that I did. And even I felt a love and acceptance for and from them that was distinctly different from other places I have encountered, and yet, I mean that with no deprivation from the love I feel as well, for any other of the many souls in heaven.
After the delicious feast, the boys asked us if we cared to take a hike. It was with very little reservation that we all agreed, it would be a nice experience. The only reservation that I could find, was in the fact that I had no idea where it was that the wild boys had in mind to lead us to.
We all began to walk down this narrow path that cut through a shadowy jungle. It twisted and curved, sometimes opening to small light filled areas where the treetops thinned out, but overall, it was somewhat dark and shaded. The air was warm and particularly refreshing as we walked, and I noticed only a trace of humidity, that would be notorious to the jungles back on the planet earth. I also noticed the absence of the most famous pests that the earth had in it's jungles, such as mosquitoes, bugs, or snakes. There were none of these things here on Ramboozie Island; in fact there are none throughout all of heaven.
In time we ended up approaching a thickly covered hilly region, and soon, I noticed that we were standing at the base of a rather small mountain. That is to say; it was too big for a hill, and too little for a mountain. The boys beckoned us to follow them when we approached an opening that looked as if it were an abandoned mine shaft entrance. I found myself growing a bit nervous as the dark crevice filled my sight. The first thoughts that I had were in a sense that although the wild boys were lovable and all of that, I did not know what to expect from them at this point. But, with apprehension, we stumbled into the dimness of the tunnel and proceeded along somewhat cautiously. The boys that were the leaders of our little excursion proceeded way ahead of the rest of the band, while a few of the others stayed behind to help us, "slower folk" along.
Every once in a while, one or another of the band would fleetfully steal away to the shadows in the cavern and wait until we approached them. Once we reached where they were hiding, they would begin to make all sorts of noises so as to scare us. Then, from the dark nooks and crannies, they would dart out and run on up ahead of us "followers" laughing in the echoing halls of the tunnel. Always, they would run ahead with their laughter as a distinct indicator that it was all in humorous fun, at the expense of our nerves, I might add.
Eventually, in small groups, we all arrived in a giant cave somewhere deep beneath the surface of the mountain. When I arrived I was much relieved to find that the cave was very well lit up. I noticed above the entrance passage, a sign that was made of nothing but fish hooks which lit up with the words, "We All Love Kundie".
Inside, I noticed that the cave was furnished. It had bunk beds, hammocks that were attached to the stone walls, tables, chairs, and even sofas. We were all asked to sit down and make ourselves comfortable, and that is what we did. Then our party was served a very refreshing drink that no one dared to ask what it was made of, but it was cool and refreshing.
After the brief pause of a relaxing moment, we continued out of the cave through a passage way opposite from where we entered it. Eventually, I could see daylight ahead of us. Once we reached it, we found an exit to the mountain tunnel. We were, in fact, on the other side of the mountain. I, as well as those who came with, were quite relieved to see the brightness of day again, but as we reached the opening, I discovered that it opened only to a ledge that projected away from the face of the mountain a mere six to eight feet.
However, as we all stood upon this ledge that overlooked a vast valley, I became spellbound at the sight that filled my eyes. Silently; gracefully; butterflies as large as my hands flitted to and fro all about us. The colors that they had were spectacularly brilliant. Some had vibrant red bodies with giant white wings, and yet there were many others in combinations of red and yellow, blue and green, violet and orange. All were unique in their own beauty. Occasionally, I found brilliantly colored tropical birds sailing past our view point, and as well, these colors were spectacular. Both near and far, I could hear bird songs filling the air, and all had a melody that truly reminded me that I was here, now, experiencing a heavenly Paradise that was unique to the wild boys' and their Ramboozie Island in Heaven.
After we had all stood there, staring for a far too short of a time, Rastus aroused us from our delirium. The sensations of mine went rampant in a way not too awfully different from the fame of the term, "wild boys." I was enthralled with the totality of sensations. It was a splendor; a heaven of beauty; a loveliness in the supreme calm of this tranquil place. But with the exhilarated inhalation, I stirred to the next event. Tee Joe, and Rastus softly stepped from the ledge and turned to us saying, Follow us down into the dreamland of beauty."
At that moment, it was as if we had all inherited wings, though none of us actually had any. We simply began to glide outward, then downward. It was an extremely beautiful sensation knowing no obligation to the ground beneath our feet. The sensation, nor the event lasted for very long, and we all landed on the crest of a small hill. The hill was surrounded by banana trees which, within the leaves nestled many small monkeys and birds. I focused upon one little monkey that was busy snatching bananas one by one from a bunch within the tree that he sat in. I also noticed that with every one that he took, another would appear immediately. The tree would never empty, and what appeared ripened before my eyes within only a moment.
There were many palm trees as I looked farther around, and I noticed trees that were unfamiliar to me but had flowers of different colors growing on them. I also observed a variety of flowering shrubs that sometimes bobbed gracefully to the weight of a giant butterfly landing upon them. There was nothing more that I wanted to do other than inhale deeply the scents and aromas of the place in which we stood, but eventually we were all called once again to follow, and so we proceeded down the hill with trees surrounding us on either side of a somewhat narrower path than that with which we began the expedition, seemingly so shortly before.
As we walked on, the trees grew somewhat thicker and taller as well as closer together. Soon we disappeared beneath the jungle that arched above us, blocking out the hottest rays of the sun. It came to pass, that we all reached what appeared to be a giant arbor of trees. We reached a clearing of the forest floor, yet the trees that encircled us had such mammoth branches that they created a ceiling even over the middle of the clearing.
When we entered this place, I noticed that it was set up with what appeared to be an enormous amount of technology. There was a giant machine here, that I noticed having several viewing screens upon it. As we stood in front of it, I found that it had one screen working even now. We were told that it was what they used to monitor all that was going on in this universe. One of the wild boys pushed a button on the device and I quickly recognized the picture that appeared. It was a view of my own physical world home in Florida, and eventually the picture focused in on my physical body sleeping peacefully in my bed. As another button was pushed, the picture went to the entire planet earth, showing the pretty blue orb moving in its orbit only slightly with a background of dark space. I also saw eventually the planet Lobo, which we were on, the island here, and yet in time it showed the other planets of this galaxy one by one as well.
The machines recorded everything of importance while the wild boys were away, and show it all back at the push of a button. The machine recorded every message passed between islands, between planets, and even between the various galaxies. I found that at all times the wild boys were informed as to what was going on in the New Jerusalem, as well as what went on throughout the entire universe. It was then, that it dawned on me why the wild boys were always the first arrivals at different occasions at different places when we were to meet and visit with others.
After we had observed the monitoring device, we were shown Ramboozie's amusement park. It was a large area of many acres of land, and all throughout it, there was not even one caged animal or bird. We were told by one of the little boys that life was never meant to be caged; that "life was meant to be free". Though they were not born free, they were all created free. They were created as free as the wild boys, and that, they meant literally.
As we meandered about, I could feel the grass beneath my feet. It was not at all unlike a carpet of silk. I could observe the tamest of all, in the beasts that roamed and grazed in this park. As I observed it all, it came to my mind the truth in the Bible where it had said that the lamb will lay with the lion. It was here where I could see it all. All about us the animals were so docile. Whether or not one of us stood still or moved, the beasts would eventually come nuzzling up to us. There were elephants, zebras, tigers, lions, gazelles, and even ostriches. We were told that all of the animals had the characteristic of being vegetarian. None of the animals could fall prey to a predator, as there were no "predacious" animals here.
In time, a darkening occurred that signified the approach of night. However, in Heaven there is no totality of darkness. That is; no black of night. It came on as only an evening sort of light, and that would be as dark as it would get. As we dawdled about, we turned our heads to the sky and watched another glorious phenomenon occur. A massive orb slowly rose from the horizon, looming gigantic in the evening sky. Soon there were others as well, but the first was announced to be a sister planet named Diana which floated slowly into full sight. We could almost see the surface features which were dozens of times larger than what could be seen if one gazed at the earth's moon. The color of the planet changed casually. When I first saw it, it appeared in a reddish tint, eventually fading to pink. Then again, it took on a bluish color that faded to green. As I watched it's breathtaking beauty, it also seemed at one time to be enshrouded with yellow, almost a white that was so preciously soft in color. I could have easily sat there all night and watched this phenomenon, but again the wild boys had even more for us to see, and it was all too soon that we left the area and journeyed on to another spot on the heavenly island.
We encountered a large area of land that was flat as an airport would be, and I had made a remark to that effect to one of the wild boys. He chuckled as he looked at me and he said that that was because this was actually where we were. I could not hardly grasp what he had assured me of because the area in which we stood was very thickly covered with vegetation. Upon closer inspection I finally realized that this was in fact a "landing field." The whole area was camouflaged in a sense that all the trees and brush blanketed it. Eventually, we were lead to a variety of hangers that each had within their shadows one of many different kinds of space ships. We were shown a cylindrical type that was rather large. It was red, and called the "Red Comet". This I was told, was what they used to visit other galaxies in. There were many of a smaller variety which were designed in different colors, which we were told were used more for local travel, that is travel within this galaxy. And yet, we were shown more space ships which were still smaller, and they said that these were used for intercontinental travel - travel over the surface of this, the planet Lobo, only. The landing strip encounter was only a brief pause. We still had one more place to see. The wild boys called it their poker house, which in effect was yet another of the many types of hideouts that they have on the island.
In time we approached the summit of a hill where we could vaguely see before us, and downward a somewhat small valley. We all descended into this valley until in time we had approached a small but well furnished house. At first, to look at the house was for me a slight perplexing because it seemed to diminish the theory somewhat, that in a sense the wild boys were so thoroughly, "naturalists." However, in heaven it is easy to accept things as what they were meant to be, and as we entered the little house, once again, we were greeted by both Pam and Marie. It was to my amazement that I discovered tables within the little house which on top of them, each had a deck of playing cards. We were all invited to sit down at whichever table we chose, and to play a game of poker. It is a fact, that with me, I have never played a game of poker in my physical life back on earth. It is not that I have anything against the game, it is simply that I have never played.
As we began to play, it was obvious that the whole game was played entirely in fun. As there is no money in heaven, the game was not played with any. Actually, the winnings were raked in by different assorted gifts instead. It took me a little while to discover why, in fact, that the wild boys were cleaning house so to speak and it could not be said, that I had the proverbial "beginners luck." Eventually, I discovered that we were playing with a marked deck which of course, was all in fun. However, at the end of it all, I had won one prize, which I treasured graciously. I had won a picture of a kind of sailfish, which of course I could not bring back to earth, though I know that it is safely put away somewhere in heaven where I could see it any time I so chose to do so.
Time was wearing on for me back in my physical body, and I knew that the time was approaching all too soon when I would have to return, and begin another physical day. We were allowed to squeeze in one more discovery before that moment, and eventually we were lead to what they called "their fleet of boats."
We were shown water craft, that was not unlike earth's canoes, submarines, and sailboats. But even beyond those devices, I was shown a craft that not only could sail across the top of the water, but as well, it could fly in the air, and even submerge, carrying its occupants safely in any way. I considered that that was an adventure I did not want to miss out on, so we boarded one of these craft and took a quick aerial tour of Ramboozie Island. But in no time at all we had landed gracefully on the surface of the water. We skated the surface briefly before taking one final plunge, and I could not recall a more beautiful sight at that time, other than an underwater tropical tour.
At the end of this adventure, I had realized that "this" to Pam and Marie, and to all of the wild boys was what their heaven is. I wished that I could have lived there forever, but I know that I as well as every other individual on earth, have our own heaven to go to when the day comes. I have the faith that that one day will come, and I will have found it with the hope as well, that everyone else will have then found theirs as well. I have returned many times to the wilderness of the Ramboozie Island and visited with the high spirited, playfully rambunctious wild boys many times since this, and always have been greeted with open arms - a welcome I can hardly refuse in their island paradise.
A Poem by Rastus:
When I had dirty hands and feet,
My back side, mama would beat.
Over here, I just jump in one of the lakes,
Mama, can't you see for Heaven's sake?
A Poem by Marie:
Grow up! Grow up! Was all I ever heard.
Sometimes I thought that it was their only word.
So I did and I passed away,
Now, you all come see ME some sunny day.