When I was in the pool of the natural state of rest in which my body and mind embraced as if there might never be tomorrow, a strange noise from my neighbor’s house hit the air and robbed me of my comfort. I jumped out of the bed and glanced carefully to every side.
My breath was hitting the roof of my chest vehemently because I thought a devil had struck to wreck the havoc. My heart almost stopped in the fear of it. But just as the mischief walked into silence, and there was no interloper lurking, my fear was buried in the bosom of sudden death. Then I concluded that the poor soul must have had a strange battle with a miserable rat from a dark oblivion, and such was a daily occurrence under the roof of the neighbor.
After staying awake for a while and the time stood at 3:28am, I had nothing better to do than rest in the comfort of such imaginings. But just as I closed my eyes in the pool of the Lady Tranquility that took her esteemed seat in my house, I found myself in another house in the midst of some warlords who were armed to their teeth. In the same house with us were an angel and a lady who seemed to be swimming in the pool of godlessness. Her romance with the wicked world had become a cause for concern to her creator.
And as we watched like militia in the woods, the angel told the lady with an admonitory tone of voice to accept Jesus Christ as her savior. But she snubbed him completely and left the room through the backdoor. Before I could blink, I was tossed out of the house and I found myself on a field where there were people anxiously gazing at the big blue sky that spread before them like an old balance sheet under the puckish noise of a shrewd accountant. What baffled me here was that the people had the luxury of touching the bare chest of the sky. So I moved nearer to catch a glimpse of the mystery that displayed up there.
As soon as my pair of legs carried me to yonder place, I noticed that there was a part of the sky that had a little opening, and through it, the balls that sat in the socket of our skulls could see a rare event. Like everyone opportune to be out there, I had the luxury of seeing angels and Jesus Christ whose head was beautified with a crown dressed gorgeously on horses. Then a voice sounded that they were preparing to storm the earth! Before I could snatch a breath from the wings of the morning, the host began to approach the earth. I have never seen kings and queens so beautifully dressed like the host. I had a golden chance to see the beautiful face of our Lord Jesus Christ and I grabbed it with both hands. His face was as bright as the shinning sun and there was no spot or wrinkle. But when I tried to look at the balls that sat in the socket of his skull, my eyes betrayed me and the radiation on his face stood like the sun in its full radiance.
As they advanced, the scene faded away and I found myself in the middle of two worlds. The glory of one of the worlds was reaching the high heavens and it was beautiful to behold. But the other was a sharp contrast and only a fence separated me from moving into the beautiful world. Despite the limitation, I could still see the beautiful streets of the other world. There was so much admiration in the city. It was orderly and clean. The streets and the roads were like the dawning of a new day. The people on the streets were dressed in the same attire. As I enjoyed the proceedings and the movement of the people up and down the streets, I was astonished to see men moving about in the air. They held tapes for measurement and at intervals would stop and measure the length and breadth of the city. As I stood speechless and dazed, a voice said, “This is heaven!” Then I woke up.
What you have just read is not a fiction. The revelation strolled into my world on the beautiful morning of May 11, 2010. God bless you
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