Chronicles of the Bride

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Chronicles of the Bride

And so He took me by the hand and said excitedly, “Common!”

And soon we were entering the tropical jungle of the island I first saw when we swam beneath Opal Cove and hand glided to a glistening island off in the near distance.  (Page 71 in Chronicles of the Bride, The Fifth Waterfall, November 14th, 2007)

This is also where He built our tree fort.  Going deep into the jungle I soon spotted the rocky promontory surrounded by trees that seemed to go on forever into the skies of Heaven.  He found us a stout vine and just as before we began to swing from vine to vine until we had come to the tree fort overlooking the jungle.

About twenty miles away in the distance there was a monolithic red rock rising up into the sky.  It reminded me of Ayers Rock Monolith in Australia, and coming from its center was what looked like a puff of smoke, but I thought…I don’t know if there is fire in Heaven and lava because that seems so destructive, but something was cascading down the side of the monolith and into the jungle below.  It was kind of milky white yet translucent agate similar to Chalcedony, and flowed gracefully like water.

With the very thought of my inquiry we were suddenly on the jungle floor examining a river of ‘light’ which is my best way of explaining it. When I put my hand into it I didn’t get wet, but it magnified the details…so I put a leaf under it and all the veins became apparent and the longer I looked the deeper it went enlarging even the cells and membranes of the leaf until nothing at all was hidden to me.

Jesus was thoroughly enjoying my wonder at this mystery and He didn’t say anything to me, rather He just watched me in utter delight. Soon we were walking upstream of this river and noticing the vibrant and pastel flowers that grew alongside the path and stream.  They were like graceful miniature umbrellas of the most pure and vibrant colors I can ever remember seeing, and they were no more than five inches high littering the ground everywhere.  It reminded me of a scene from a Thomas Kinkade meadow.  Perhaps he had visited this place too….

We came upon a ‘waterfall’ of light that opened into a large pool at its base and on the other side there was the opening to a large meadow.  Soon we were walking across the meadow and I somehow saw this scene from above, there were perhaps seven tigers walking along with and behind us and above a flock of butterflies dipped and dived gracefully only to ascend again perhaps twelve feet in the air. Their colorful wings flashed different colors as they changed position while they were flying.   Oh what a wonderful place!

Jesus walked beneath the waterfall and raised His arms and hands enjoying the cascade of light.  I believe He said, “Yes, it is the river of life, but what you are seeing is the very essence separated from the water.” I think in other words the water was invisible to me, but its regenerative qualities, the misty light was clearly seen.

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“Arise, My love, My beautiful one,
and come away,
 for behold,

the winter is past;
the rain is over and gone.

 The flowers appear on the earth,
the time of singing has come,
and the voice of the turtledove
is heard in our land.

The fig tree ripens its figs,
and the vines are in blossom;
they give forth fragrance.

Arise, My love,

My beautiful one,

and come away.

O My dove, in the

clefts of the rock...

let Me see your face,

let Me hear your voice,

for your voice is sweet,

and your face is lovely.