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