Re: A Vision of Heaven
Okay, here goes . . .
The Silver City, along with Eden, was the center of Heaven; beyond these, there were all sorts of forests and mountains and deserts and oceans -- not least of which was the ocean Leviathan was fond of swimming in. I saw her at least once . . . and goodness, was she gorgeous, but that's for another topic.
Eden, the original, was where Father tended to reside, in a grove somewhere in the center of it. Otherwise, it was a pretty dark and dense forest, which started at a great arch at the end of the spiral of the Silver City. I've heard it said that only a few very high-up angels knew the way to Father's grove; anyone else would get lost for a long while if they tried to find the way by themselves -- until, of course, they finally found it "by chance". The original was called First Eden after Second Eden was built on earth.
The City itself wasn't a horizontally-spread one, like other cities; instead, it was built on an upward spiral, and from the bottom looking up you would think it went on into infinity. But it didn't; instead, it stopped at what a lot of us call the Aerie, where buildings were like spires or perhaps very Grecian-looking. I recall a bridge between the two highest towers; that is the bridge angels crossed to get to the Portal from which they would Fall, and also where Michael and Samael had their great and final battle during the War. The Aerie was also where angels would go to watch sunrises and sunsets, for only there could they be seen, besides Eden. Israfel and I used to go up there to watch them all the time . . .
There were little pockets around the City which held all sorts of wonderful things -- like gardens. There was one garden I recall comprised of stars, and another of rose-looking flowers -- my favorite kind -- and still another where a moon was always beaming down upon the little blue flowers; and, of course, many more besides, most of which I probably never found but was always looking for.
I recall, also, that the City held many temples dedicated to Father, most of which we built ourselves out of devotion to Him. I had a dream once in which I was in one of them . . . there were stone columns on each side of the walkway, and light radiated from the ceiling and every wall; so it was impossible to tell where the room ended. At the end of this walkway were steps to a throne, and it was here where I met an "avatar" of Father whenever I needed a face to look at.
For now, that's all I have . . . more to come, I'm sure.
Magnificat anima mea Dominum!