by Edward White
In the realm of Heaven, the planet Lobo has offered to me an abundance of treasurable memories. The thought of that always in mind when, with the aide of soul flight, I may communicate and correspond with a variety of entities abiding there. Our eventful excursions together were plainly appreciated in my mind even at this moment as we sailed the high dimensional seas of Lobo. Here we were, Monty, Lulu, Trinket and I, with a course set by Spirinoff in a sail craft I estimated to be fifteen feet long. We were on a heading for a place that I knew by the name of "Toot's Island." I knew that within a few moments, the placid waters of Heaven would deliver us (with Spirinoff's piloting skills) to the bay waters of a fantastic place.
As anticipated, we were eventually surrounded by a cove of gleaming translucent blue which was almost completely encompassed by white sandy beaches. Despite the narrowness of the beaches, I found the land quite inviting as we drew nearer. From my vantage point within the sailboat I could observe how the mass of land projected from the surface of the water. As the craft moved gracefully along, I could gaze far inland to see where tall majestic peaks reached upwards as if to touch the sky. I could feel a stirring sensation within me. It was one of the desire to explore and to become "one" with where I existed.
As Spirinoff guided us to port side, the enclosing land all about us gave an unearthly sensation of being caressed tenderly by God and nature. With an exception to the lapping sounds of waves surrendering to shore, I could feel a magnificent silence speaking to me. In that sound, I could hear a whispering. It spoke in terms like this was distinctly life and existence, and I knew that it was all brought to my ears by He who is Divine and Infinite.
As we approached land, I was compelled to gaze at a particular spot. It was the foot of one mountain that stretched downwards until it's rocky toes immersed themselves within the warm and comforting waters of this bay. Before my eyes existed a rough opening to what appeared as a luminescent cavern. Spirinoff guided us inside the opening that was perhaps fifteen feet tall and twenty wide. We were maneuvered to a dock appearing as an age smoothed stone ledge, and it was at this place that we left the little boat.
Even before Trinket had got out we were met by two boys named Jacky and Jimmy, and by a man that stood dark and tall whose name was Robert. All of us were made welcome by these three, then asked to follow them through a passage way which lead to the top of the island. With minor difficulty, Trinket joined with the rest of us, after which, we then proceeded to journey through this tunnel.
We began to ascend a narrow passage with the roughness of rocky sides to brush against as we moved along. A peculiar form of lighting was with us that illuminated the way. It worked well at chasing all forms of darkness from our presence. I could find no discernible light sources so I was led to believe that some quality of phosphorescence was present to illuminate our path. We proceeded along, unscathed and unhindered until finally reaching an opening in the tunnel.
It was apparent that from here we were at the summit of a mountain which basically seemed to be in the middle of the island. Upon taking the last step out of the corridor, I found us standing in the midst of a structure resembling, perhaps, some modern day ski resort that could be found on earth. This building was composed mostly of glass and instead of having square sides, took on a more cylindrical form with its round walls. Eventually we took seats to observe the landscape beyond this building and I began to ponder across the mountains and valleys through its windows. The landscape that I looked upon resembled what I have considered as being found in the northern quarters of earth. As I observed this scenic view, I discovered that it was scattered with a variety of trees such as spruce, pine, and white birch. However, there was one distinct difference in what I looked upon, as compared to what might be expected in northern climates. Here, it was plain to see that there was no trace of snow anywhere along ledges or upon plateaus.
After observing the serene beauty of this "northern" hemisphere of the island, we were asked if we would care to observe another facet of the land. We agreed - of course - and left our seats in order to move around to the opposite side of the house. As we looked outwards, I was stunned to find such a complete climatic change from the opposite area of view. On this side it virtually appeared as a tropical island. Where pine trees could have existed, I now saw palm and date trees. Pomegranate replaced the birch, and there were many cabanas and grass huts dotting the area. Furthermore, I found the white sandy beaches once more as I sat in this distant building from it all.
We were shown the way out of doors, and we entered a patio that overhung the cliffs. I was told that it was a landing area for gliders and Robert asked if we were interested in going for a ride. We accepted, and I soon learned how we were about to do it. I soon discovered a wide array of multicolored, so-called "hand gliders" that had shapes that varied only minutely, one from another. The biggest difference between these and those of earth was in the fact that instead of riding below them, we were to ride on top of them in a position similar to laying down on the belly. There were one and two man air crafts. And in choosing to use a "two man" craft, I also chose to have Monty as my gliding partner. Robert and Spirinoff rode another. Lulu and Trinket rode yet another.
I soon discovered that in piloting one, the motion was set to pace by the push of a button, making it somewhat automated. I found that I could make the glider move either up or down and soon I found us soaring through the air like eagles. The dips and dives that our apparatus performed at a touch were astoundingly exhilarating. A more perfect outlay of the land in this northern half of the island became apparent. I soon realized that the hills and valleys, the cliffs and ledges were all teaming with wildlife. A reflection came to my mind of my younger days as a child in Canada as I watched the grazing of such animals as caribou, moose and deer. I could see the variety of winged creatures that appeared to put on a display for us such as partridge, wild turkeys, and even robins. And it was even obvious at a glance how all the animals remained quite compatible with each other; they cared not the least of a brown bear that rummaged at the berries on a small shrub below us. It was a rather joyful gliding experience for all of us.
Eventually, my attention drew towards Jimmy and Jacky who shared a proportionately smaller glider than these, that us "larger" people were using. They took over the lead as we filed through the air, and they motioned for the rest of us to follow them. Monty and I made a ninety degree turn and began to extend our altitude. We all had to climb high for we were about to make a conquest of the highest of all the mountains on the island. It was the one which separated the northern "temperate" regions from the southern" tropical" regions. It were as if the wind obeyed our desires, for we began to ascend rapidly. The sensation was tremendous as if I knew what I expected but was delivered something far more greater than I could immediately anticipate. We overreached the highest peak incredibly and then slowly we traced a spiral above it. Then we began to descend. By the time we had dropped to three fourths of the mountains height, while still maintaining our descent, I had already become aware of the difference in my sense of its climate.
Although the air was somewhat chilly - but not cold - on the other side of the mountain, once we dropped into the climate of this side, I found the air to be not unlike that of a midsummer zephyr carrying us over the land. And again, in comparison, where on the northern slopes I saw inhabitants that reminded me of lumber jacks wearing long pants, suspenders and plaid shirts, here, I found them much more bronzed in complexion wearing swim suits, and straw hats. I would say they looked more Latin than anything else. As we drifted over we discovered many streams and lakes, and there were plenty of elaborate fountains as well.
I could not shake such an inquisitive feeling about the difference between the north and south of this island. After all, the whole thing could, perhaps, be no larger than twenty to thirty miles around. It perplexed me so, that I had to maneuver Monty and myself closer to Jimmy and Jacky's glider so I could project to them the question. The boys pointed upwards into the sky where I discovered that two discs floated overhead. One seemed to be over the northern half while the other was more or less directly above us. They explained to me that the both of these objects separately controlled the climatic differences, and that they were suspended where they were permanently.
After a while longer of sailing and arcing through the air, we eventually came to a beautiful, lushly green field in an area that they called the "South Paradise." Here we landed after having our birds eye view of the expanse, and were met by some of the local inhabitants. Most generally, all were young, with a dark complexion, with their appearances more specifically, beautiful and handsome. The children that met us seemed to be around the age of two and there was a mixture where some were seen with - and others without - wings. It was not long before I realized that some of the children would come and go, fluttering about completely at their own will power. I was then informed that once a child had wings, he could manifest them and de-manifest them at will from then on
As we walked around this tropical island, I could remember the crystal clarity of the lakes and streams. All moving water flowed peacefully along and all still waters were placid and serene. I took a moment to stop and observe a shady pond with giant trees hanging over it. To my enjoyment, I watched as brilliantly colored fish shimmied up to the banks, then, turn and dart back to the deeper parts of the pond. All of the fish were tropical and I could sense that all of the various breeds swam without fear of other species; they all intermingled, very peacefully with one another.
I observed yellow and black striped fishes such as the flying fox and flying barbs. I noticed many fishes of the tetra family showing off in bright red. The flame tetra and neon both swam about in small schools over and under the blue and yellow varieties of zebra fish and giant danios. I thought to myself that this was a tremendous collection of colors to be found in a small pond but as we proceeded along, I found that these pools were rarely different one from another. Every pool into which I looked, hosted a moving rainbow of sea creatures. It didn't seem to matter that some were fresh water and others were salt water animals for they all intermingled with simplicity and playfulness.
The inhabitants were graciously friendly with our little expedition and eventually we were asked to partake in a seafood island type dinner. We all eventually collected under a banana leaf thatched roof and sat down to a dinner of lobster and shrimp. To top it all off, we ended with a tasty white wine that tingled my palate as I drank it.
Time, however, was growing short. Eventually, it was necessary to visit the northern reaches of the island once again before our departure. All too soon, we embraced each other, and then left our hosts with an understanding that once again we must take to wing in our gliders and set course for the other side of the island.
We all landed on a very small, very green hill top and were met by two beautiful women, two men, and two children. I would estimate the age of the children's appearances to be of about four to five years old. The two men had dark hair with a light complexion, while the women had shiny blond hair.
We were invited inside a pretty log cabin that in comparison to others I have seen, was quite a bit larger. In fact, the resemblance was close to that of a backwoods palace - if one could imagine such a thing. Inside, I found a comfort to the feet as we walked across what resembled bearskin rugs. They were thick and soft and in various shades of cream, ivory, and pure white. The furniture of this place was entirely composed of animal pelt replicas. Everything looked so comfortable, but I was relieved that they did not ask me to sit down, for I probably could not chose the most comfortable seat. Instead, we were asked if we would like to tour their part of heaven, and all of us agreeing, were escorted outside to what appeared to be a livery stable behind the place. When we entered this stable, I discovered many breeds of the most beautiful horses I had ever seen. There were Arabians with the longest necks and flowing manes that created waves as the horse shook it's head. Shetlands and Appaloosa had only the most perfect of markings. The horses were all variable in color, having red flanks, white, brown and black. There was even a variety that seemed to gleam in a dusty silver. It took a while before our choices were made, but eventually in single file we exited the stable. Jacky moving first, then Jimmy, and both began leading the way down what would be called a bridal path.
As we cantered along a stream bank, I could see a beaver dam with its architects swimming back and forth carrying sticks and twigs to pack about its structure. On my right side, I noticed as we passed a robin's nest that had a pair of robins within and four young fledglings. Every once in a while, a rabbit would jump out and cross our paths. The horses never seemed to mind, or even get spooked. They just plodded along with their heads held high. It was as if even the horses were showing off their pride in belonging to such a natural wonderland. Once again, the climate entered my mind. I still found it odd that even though it was cool, there was no snow anywhere about. Yet, a bright white snowshoe rabbit hopped out to watch us as we passed by. As I looked down from the stead on which I rode, I could see the bunny wriggling it's nose in a very cute manner. I had to smile as I passed.
Even though, there was a virtual abundance of wildlife in heaven, it was made known to me, quite some time ago that no "heavenly" animal has the ability to reproduce. The secret of procreation is left to only the highest of spiritual beings in order to not make another mistake such as the one on earth. But the abundance - nevertheless - is accounted for by the powers of one entity whom I know as being named, "Kahlua". She is a very native looking young lady. At this time, to the best of my knowledge, she is the only one capable of creating the forms of wildlife in heaven. She does so with a "God-given" authority. And although others may be able to do so as well, at this writing, I do not personally know of them.
All throughout the islands' bodies of water, I noticed that they had a sparkling clarity which made it easy to see the fish swimming about. This tour also allowed me to see several kinds of trout, bass, and others like blue-gill and sunfish. In other areas of the land, I noticed children running and playing with wolves. It was an activity not unlike those that played with dogs on earth. Everything is recurrently tame here.
The time passed all too swiftly, and once more I found that the world of physical existence beckoned unto me in its distinct and doleful way. As the reality faded away from Toot's Island, and the waking moments of another earthly day came to pass, I found myself pondering at my breakfast table upon the souls I had met and the new friends created. I realized with my morning coffee that I felt like a million dollars, grateful that yet once more, I had seen and touched with God's creations and that thought reflected within me that truly, I had been blessed. To Jimmy, Jacky, and to Robert with all of the other beautiful souls there on Toot's Island, this is where their Heaven is and what their Heaven is like.
End.
As anticipated, we were eventually surrounded by a cove of gleaming translucent blue which was almost completely encompassed by white sandy beaches. Despite the narrowness of the beaches, I found the land quite inviting as we drew nearer. From my vantage point within the sailboat I could observe how the mass of land projected from the surface of the water. As the craft moved gracefully along, I could gaze far inland to see where tall majestic peaks reached upwards as if to touch the sky. I could feel a stirring sensation within me. It was one of the desire to explore and to become "one" with where I existed.
As Spirinoff guided us to port side, the enclosing land all about us gave an unearthly sensation of being caressed tenderly by God and nature. With an exception to the lapping sounds of waves surrendering to shore, I could feel a magnificent silence speaking to me. In that sound, I could hear a whispering. It spoke in terms like this was distinctly life and existence, and I knew that it was all brought to my ears by He who is Divine and Infinite.
As we approached land, I was compelled to gaze at a particular spot. It was the foot of one mountain that stretched downwards until it's rocky toes immersed themselves within the warm and comforting waters of this bay. Before my eyes existed a rough opening to what appeared as a luminescent cavern. Spirinoff guided us inside the opening that was perhaps fifteen feet tall and twenty wide. We were maneuvered to a dock appearing as an age smoothed stone ledge, and it was at this place that we left the little boat.
Even before Trinket had got out we were met by two boys named Jacky and Jimmy, and by a man that stood dark and tall whose name was Robert. All of us were made welcome by these three, then asked to follow them through a passage way which lead to the top of the island. With minor difficulty, Trinket joined with the rest of us, after which, we then proceeded to journey through this tunnel.
We began to ascend a narrow passage with the roughness of rocky sides to brush against as we moved along. A peculiar form of lighting was with us that illuminated the way. It worked well at chasing all forms of darkness from our presence. I could find no discernible light sources so I was led to believe that some quality of phosphorescence was present to illuminate our path. We proceeded along, unscathed and unhindered until finally reaching an opening in the tunnel.
It was apparent that from here we were at the summit of a mountain which basically seemed to be in the middle of the island. Upon taking the last step out of the corridor, I found us standing in the midst of a structure resembling, perhaps, some modern day ski resort that could be found on earth. This building was composed mostly of glass and instead of having square sides, took on a more cylindrical form with its round walls. Eventually we took seats to observe the landscape beyond this building and I began to ponder across the mountains and valleys through its windows. The landscape that I looked upon resembled what I have considered as being found in the northern quarters of earth. As I observed this scenic view, I discovered that it was scattered with a variety of trees such as spruce, pine, and white birch. However, there was one distinct difference in what I looked upon, as compared to what might be expected in northern climates. Here, it was plain to see that there was no trace of snow anywhere along ledges or upon plateaus.
After observing the serene beauty of this "northern" hemisphere of the island, we were asked if we would care to observe another facet of the land. We agreed - of course - and left our seats in order to move around to the opposite side of the house. As we looked outwards, I was stunned to find such a complete climatic change from the opposite area of view. On this side it virtually appeared as a tropical island. Where pine trees could have existed, I now saw palm and date trees. Pomegranate replaced the birch, and there were many cabanas and grass huts dotting the area. Furthermore, I found the white sandy beaches once more as I sat in this distant building from it all.
We were shown the way out of doors, and we entered a patio that overhung the cliffs. I was told that it was a landing area for gliders and Robert asked if we were interested in going for a ride. We accepted, and I soon learned how we were about to do it. I soon discovered a wide array of multicolored, so-called "hand gliders" that had shapes that varied only minutely, one from another. The biggest difference between these and those of earth was in the fact that instead of riding below them, we were to ride on top of them in a position similar to laying down on the belly. There were one and two man air crafts. And in choosing to use a "two man" craft, I also chose to have Monty as my gliding partner. Robert and Spirinoff rode another. Lulu and Trinket rode yet another.
I soon discovered that in piloting one, the motion was set to pace by the push of a button, making it somewhat automated. I found that I could make the glider move either up or down and soon I found us soaring through the air like eagles. The dips and dives that our apparatus performed at a touch were astoundingly exhilarating. A more perfect outlay of the land in this northern half of the island became apparent. I soon realized that the hills and valleys, the cliffs and ledges were all teaming with wildlife. A reflection came to my mind of my younger days as a child in Canada as I watched the grazing of such animals as caribou, moose and deer. I could see the variety of winged creatures that appeared to put on a display for us such as partridge, wild turkeys, and even robins. And it was even obvious at a glance how all the animals remained quite compatible with each other; they cared not the least of a brown bear that rummaged at the berries on a small shrub below us. It was a rather joyful gliding experience for all of us.
Eventually, my attention drew towards Jimmy and Jacky who shared a proportionately smaller glider than these, that us "larger" people were using. They took over the lead as we filed through the air, and they motioned for the rest of us to follow them. Monty and I made a ninety degree turn and began to extend our altitude. We all had to climb high for we were about to make a conquest of the highest of all the mountains on the island. It was the one which separated the northern "temperate" regions from the southern" tropical" regions. It were as if the wind obeyed our desires, for we began to ascend rapidly. The sensation was tremendous as if I knew what I expected but was delivered something far more greater than I could immediately anticipate. We overreached the highest peak incredibly and then slowly we traced a spiral above it. Then we began to descend. By the time we had dropped to three fourths of the mountains height, while still maintaining our descent, I had already become aware of the difference in my sense of its climate.
Although the air was somewhat chilly - but not cold - on the other side of the mountain, once we dropped into the climate of this side, I found the air to be not unlike that of a midsummer zephyr carrying us over the land. And again, in comparison, where on the northern slopes I saw inhabitants that reminded me of lumber jacks wearing long pants, suspenders and plaid shirts, here, I found them much more bronzed in complexion wearing swim suits, and straw hats. I would say they looked more Latin than anything else. As we drifted over we discovered many streams and lakes, and there were plenty of elaborate fountains as well.
I could not shake such an inquisitive feeling about the difference between the north and south of this island. After all, the whole thing could, perhaps, be no larger than twenty to thirty miles around. It perplexed me so, that I had to maneuver Monty and myself closer to Jimmy and Jacky's glider so I could project to them the question. The boys pointed upwards into the sky where I discovered that two discs floated overhead. One seemed to be over the northern half while the other was more or less directly above us. They explained to me that the both of these objects separately controlled the climatic differences, and that they were suspended where they were permanently.
After a while longer of sailing and arcing through the air, we eventually came to a beautiful, lushly green field in an area that they called the "South Paradise." Here we landed after having our birds eye view of the expanse, and were met by some of the local inhabitants. Most generally, all were young, with a dark complexion, with their appearances more specifically, beautiful and handsome. The children that met us seemed to be around the age of two and there was a mixture where some were seen with - and others without - wings. It was not long before I realized that some of the children would come and go, fluttering about completely at their own will power. I was then informed that once a child had wings, he could manifest them and de-manifest them at will from then on
As we walked around this tropical island, I could remember the crystal clarity of the lakes and streams. All moving water flowed peacefully along and all still waters were placid and serene. I took a moment to stop and observe a shady pond with giant trees hanging over it. To my enjoyment, I watched as brilliantly colored fish shimmied up to the banks, then, turn and dart back to the deeper parts of the pond. All of the fish were tropical and I could sense that all of the various breeds swam without fear of other species; they all intermingled, very peacefully with one another.
I observed yellow and black striped fishes such as the flying fox and flying barbs. I noticed many fishes of the tetra family showing off in bright red. The flame tetra and neon both swam about in small schools over and under the blue and yellow varieties of zebra fish and giant danios. I thought to myself that this was a tremendous collection of colors to be found in a small pond but as we proceeded along, I found that these pools were rarely different one from another. Every pool into which I looked, hosted a moving rainbow of sea creatures. It didn't seem to matter that some were fresh water and others were salt water animals for they all intermingled with simplicity and playfulness.
The inhabitants were graciously friendly with our little expedition and eventually we were asked to partake in a seafood island type dinner. We all eventually collected under a banana leaf thatched roof and sat down to a dinner of lobster and shrimp. To top it all off, we ended with a tasty white wine that tingled my palate as I drank it.
Time, however, was growing short. Eventually, it was necessary to visit the northern reaches of the island once again before our departure. All too soon, we embraced each other, and then left our hosts with an understanding that once again we must take to wing in our gliders and set course for the other side of the island.
We all landed on a very small, very green hill top and were met by two beautiful women, two men, and two children. I would estimate the age of the children's appearances to be of about four to five years old. The two men had dark hair with a light complexion, while the women had shiny blond hair.
We were invited inside a pretty log cabin that in comparison to others I have seen, was quite a bit larger. In fact, the resemblance was close to that of a backwoods palace - if one could imagine such a thing. Inside, I found a comfort to the feet as we walked across what resembled bearskin rugs. They were thick and soft and in various shades of cream, ivory, and pure white. The furniture of this place was entirely composed of animal pelt replicas. Everything looked so comfortable, but I was relieved that they did not ask me to sit down, for I probably could not chose the most comfortable seat. Instead, we were asked if we would like to tour their part of heaven, and all of us agreeing, were escorted outside to what appeared to be a livery stable behind the place. When we entered this stable, I discovered many breeds of the most beautiful horses I had ever seen. There were Arabians with the longest necks and flowing manes that created waves as the horse shook it's head. Shetlands and Appaloosa had only the most perfect of markings. The horses were all variable in color, having red flanks, white, brown and black. There was even a variety that seemed to gleam in a dusty silver. It took a while before our choices were made, but eventually in single file we exited the stable. Jacky moving first, then Jimmy, and both began leading the way down what would be called a bridal path.
As we cantered along a stream bank, I could see a beaver dam with its architects swimming back and forth carrying sticks and twigs to pack about its structure. On my right side, I noticed as we passed a robin's nest that had a pair of robins within and four young fledglings. Every once in a while, a rabbit would jump out and cross our paths. The horses never seemed to mind, or even get spooked. They just plodded along with their heads held high. It was as if even the horses were showing off their pride in belonging to such a natural wonderland. Once again, the climate entered my mind. I still found it odd that even though it was cool, there was no snow anywhere about. Yet, a bright white snowshoe rabbit hopped out to watch us as we passed by. As I looked down from the stead on which I rode, I could see the bunny wriggling it's nose in a very cute manner. I had to smile as I passed.
Even though, there was a virtual abundance of wildlife in heaven, it was made known to me, quite some time ago that no "heavenly" animal has the ability to reproduce. The secret of procreation is left to only the highest of spiritual beings in order to not make another mistake such as the one on earth. But the abundance - nevertheless - is accounted for by the powers of one entity whom I know as being named, "Kahlua". She is a very native looking young lady. At this time, to the best of my knowledge, she is the only one capable of creating the forms of wildlife in heaven. She does so with a "God-given" authority. And although others may be able to do so as well, at this writing, I do not personally know of them.
All throughout the islands' bodies of water, I noticed that they had a sparkling clarity which made it easy to see the fish swimming about. This tour also allowed me to see several kinds of trout, bass, and others like blue-gill and sunfish. In other areas of the land, I noticed children running and playing with wolves. It was an activity not unlike those that played with dogs on earth. Everything is recurrently tame here.
The time passed all too swiftly, and once more I found that the world of physical existence beckoned unto me in its distinct and doleful way. As the reality faded away from Toot's Island, and the waking moments of another earthly day came to pass, I found myself pondering at my breakfast table upon the souls I had met and the new friends created. I realized with my morning coffee that I felt like a million dollars, grateful that yet once more, I had seen and touched with God's creations and that thought reflected within me that truly, I had been blessed. To Jimmy, Jacky, and to Robert with all of the other beautiful souls there on Toot's Island, this is where their Heaven is and what their Heaven is like.
End.