The Father’s Holy Temple – Kingdom of Heaven
The Father of all things was perched atop his throne. Otherwise known as the ‘mercy seat.’ He was deep in contemplation. Connecting to the Source of all things. Meditating on how he would handle this next, most difficult part of his story. The Mother of all things was by his side, comforting him.
She spoke to the being that she eternally loved, “Are you sure you wish to go through with this?”
“Yes, of course,” he answered.
“This telling will take a little energy from you,” she remarked.
“I know. But I’ll draw strength from your lovely presence,” he said.
“And you’ve been prepared,” she stated.
The Father thought back to an earlier part of the story and said, “Yes. From Abraham. He has prepared me well for this mission. I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to the Soul known as Amos.”
“Who in that life was the spirit known as Abraham,” said the Mother.
“Without whom, none of this is possible,” said the Father.
The Mother of all things looked upon him. She knew what he was going through. Her, more than any other living being, knew how her other half felt. For she was the author of feelings. The origin of all things felt throughout the universe. And she felt that the Father had nearly exhausted his resources earlier, while discussing the heart wrenching tale of the prophet Abraham. And now he would have to replay it all again, in the tale of his son Jesus. Once finished with that part of the story, she would take over for a while, and give the Ancient of Days a break.
“You don’t have much longer, until I take over for a while,” she said.
“I know. I just want to get this next part over with,” he said.
“I’m here for you,” said the Mother.
He turned toward her, smiled, and whispered, “Never to leave me again.”
The couple would then spend the next two hours meditating, before assembling once again at the courtyard in heaven.