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The Great Somewhere
The only way I could say that my life is good is because of my love for Eloah.
I want to be full of faith as Deacon Stephen and stare up at heaven and gaze at the holy spirit of Jeshua and Eloah.
Hallelujah.
I would laugh and sing praises to Eloah with other spirit compeers.
We would be in divine solidarity as we jump, shout, and share happy tears.
I would look upon his superlative omnipotence and my every being will be drawn towards his holiness and everlasting light.
Amazed, I would be at the sight of tall beautiful translucent creatures that stood in grandeur beside him, valorous upright.
I want to go to that Great Somewhere, where there will be nothing common to my life.
Where there are no boundaries in being a spirit force, no misery and strife.
Eloah's eternity of mass creations of the universe goes far beyond our imagination.
Far beyond our limited cosmos interpretation.
I would visit Eloah perfect creation of the terrestrial ecosystem of the exoplanets.
I would stand on top of hills and mountains covered with layers and layers of coarse granites.
Yes, since the universe has no edge and no measurement of time, I would travel with the pride of honorable free spirit forces to the Pleiades.
Maybe as a spirit force, we could travel to the Goldilocks zone and swim in the crystal blue rivers and seas.
As a spirit force, I could change into many forms of being.
Free to be of a significant origin with a significant meaning.
Free to be able to obtain great wisdom that would allow me to make incommensurable achievements that would satiate my heart and soul.
Oh, what a magnitude of triumph it would be to transform into a different character whose meaning in life is of a different role.
With every prayer, I believe in the Great Somewhere.
With every fiber of my being, I believe that Eloah and his only begotten son Jeshua create and rule from there.
copyright September 2023.
Psalm 19:1
Acts 6:3-8
Copyright ©
Mary E.W. Stephenson
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