Too Beautiful To Behold

Not everybody has had the same vision I had in the restful hours, Christ with the whitest robe walked towards me slowly; He was flanked by two archangels revealing His deity: He wasn't too handsome but He shone with discernible holiness! I entered the gate and there the saints gathered and waited, they were the same persons who lived the harsh, earthly life in spirit and appearance and their joy was as sublime as mine; I didn't want to return and be among humans who mocked God! Being a spirit He didn't show the actual signs of age, and barefoot as He was born, He didn't feel any cold; the long and wide hall had glittering walls of pure gold that kings who lived in castles and palaces could never imitate: " Dear, brother: control your rage, nothing will change! " " Men have made an alliance with Satan and Heaven they hate! " I continued to stare at Him being blinded and stupefied by a brilliance that entered into my being with an effect so peacefully and so amplifying grand felt by the elect; in the Seventh Heaven, there's a deep silence that stuns: only God speaks and His command is promptly obeyed by His Son and all the smiling angels with bowed heads! I envisioned a divine dream too realistic and too beautiful to behold, my terrestrial body was suddenly gone, only my spirit was breathing; I took another peek at the enflamed and violent Earth, all was scorched: " Come my chosen: nothing is to be remembered, begin your singing!"