Sneak Peek Preview: The Book of Life
The feeling of a strange presence wakes me up and, sure enough, an ethereal being is standing at the foot of my virtual cot.
I ask, “Who are you?”
“I am a Messenger.”
Covered in a white gown glowing from within, the visitor offers another like that to me.
“Put it on, I have something to show you.”
Children and flowers are coloring an endless plane of grassy fields–children running and playing, sitting and chatting in groups, contemplating alone, or resting on mossy meadows. The whole landscape brightly lit yet there is no sun; the sky is the light.
Amazed I ask, “Where are we?”
“This is the Book of Life.”
“I thought that was a scroll.”
“No, not a dead scroll,” corrected the Messenger. “The Book of Life is a living book. But still, being a book, it lives only in the moment. Every child that will ever be born is in the spirit here. The spirit child is aware of its natural child’s conception, and as the embryo grows, it talks to it, comforting it and explaining things to it, and at the right time, leaves here to join it.”
The gravity is low, and we make great strides effortlessly. Strolling through a field, we come under a group of trees with children sitting high on the flowering branches.
“How do they get up there?” I wonder.
“They fly. If you ever dream about flying, those sensations come from these memories.”
“Well, I used to soar like an eagle, but now I dream more like a grasshopper.”
Two little girls slide off their branch and landing gently right next to me slip their hands into mine.
Startled I look at them and they smile back familiarly as if we walk like this all the time.
Suddenly at a distance appears a vibrant pillar of light spinning off rainbows. All children run, even fly, toward it, including the little girls, who let go of my hand and are gone.
I ask what that light is.
“That’s the Angel of God.”
“What does that mean?”
“God, the Supreme Being, is beyond comprehension,” says the Messenger. “The Angel of God appears as a revelation of God understandable to that individual. You visualize God as a source of light, power, and life, and that’s what you see.”
“What do the children see?”
“Their mothers, who to them reveal God’s goodness and love,” explains the Messenger.
“But what if an embryo ultimately doesn’t make it?”
“Its spirit child remains here, still loving that mother and running into her embrace every time.”
My final question is about the two little girls who walked with us.
“They are your daughters!” points out the Messenger.
Back in the capsule, who knows what to make of all this.
But the thought of little twin redheads in my life warms my heart and puts a smile on my face.