Words are only words, but words in the right combination have the power to create. They have the power to destroy, and the power to radically alter human consciousness. I now choose this media to call a vision into being. I will craft our vision with my words to make it vivid and real. I will paint pictures so life like with my words that they will seem to be alive and moving.
I see before me three acres of verdant land in a quiet valley on the Oregon Coast. Half of the land is covered with an ancient forest. Our children’s children’s children’s children dwell content on the domain we called into being. I see an ancient oak tree at the center of the plot of land. It’s branches shade the wood home we built with our own hands. All around are fruit trees weighed down with an abundant harvest. Like the swollen breasts of Demeter in the fall, they give an abundance of healthy, fresh, invigorating food to our great-great grandchildren.
The air is sweet with a thousand and one pleasing aromas and healing ethers. The flowers we planted and loved with our touch blossom still for our descendants. The air practically hums with the sound of busy bees working tirelessly to make their sweet honey. Our family is planning a feast that will include the surrounding domains. I see them eagerly harvesting perfect vegetables and grains to prepare this bountiful feast.
Their eyes are alive with life, passion, and creativity. The cares and woes of our day and age seem a distant memory to them. They cannot remember the concept of scarcity or lack. Money is a word that simply isn’t in their vocabulary. They have no interest in the concept of heaven or eden because it isn’t a concept to them. It’s something they viscerally feel. Beloved children sit beneath the oak we grew from an acorn and the pines we planted in pots a lifetime ago and tell stories of us. They talk of me and you, my beloved, how we together founded a space of love to last an eternity.
I see the berry bushes that encircle the domain, a living breathing fence sagging under the weight of a million ripe berries. I see blackberries, raspberries, huckleberries, blueberries, gooseberries, boysenberries, and many more. I see a garden of fragrant roses beside a living gazebo of trees. I see a pond we dug to bathe in. I see our descendants sitting underneath the willow we planted by the pond and reminiscing about when it was but a seedling.
I see our family studying the garden of herbs we planted to heal, nourish, and enliven them. I see the wisdom we gathered from nature multiplied exponentially each generation. I see all are happy and overflowing with love. I see that our family can discern the secrets of the universe in the breath of each wind and the scent of each flower. I see them adding upon our domain and making it an even more perfect paradise.
I see beautiful children born each generation. I see them more happy and more enlightened each passing generation. I see them praise our names and revere our memories. I see my soul dancing in and out of the family in new generations. I see my memory hanging over the space I created. I see you too beloved coming back time and time again to participate in ever grander co-creation. I see a field of infinite flowers blowing in pristine air. I see a well filled with living, pure water. I see everyone thriving in the space of love we created.
I see music, poems, songs, and artwork filling the space of love and overflowing into the outside world. I see a family of Da Vinci’s and Shakespeares. I see each child learning organically and without boundaries. I see each member of the family knowing intimately that they are a great and wise creator. I see all co-creating with each other, the domain, and God. I see a memorial more beautiful than any lavish tomb. I see us living in Eden forever.
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