There is Always Love in the World

0. — March 26th, 1986

I am walking under the stars in the deep night. I look up and gaze for a few moments at their serene and timeless beauty. Each star shines with a very clear radiance. I feel a great apprehension, not of fear but of something important about to happen, as spiritual power begins to rush into me. The stars grow even more clearer and the sky begins to spin, with the stars begin making circles of light as they rotate.

The feeling of awe grows, I begin to rise up into the sky at a very, very high speed, and a tablet of green stone with gold writing appears. An angelic hand gestures in pointing at it, and the meaning seems to be that this is very significant. I cannot read the writing but recognize as similar to ancient language symbols depicted in Oahspe. There is such vitality and power in this writing that the symbols seem alive as I look them over.

Next I find myself rising ever faster and find myself next in a flying sphere of some kind. There are many circular windows or glass mirrors within it. As I look into each one, I find a different friendly, smiling face, and a person looking right back at me. They all seem to know me and are speaking in encouragement and welcome. I cannot recall who they are though, but I know that I know them from somewhere. I believe they are all angels now who are relatives or friends or guardians. The vessel reaches its destination and I exit into panorama of great natural beauty.

Hills of trees which are golden and red and green in their leaves of autumn but also bear the prettiest white and pink blossoms of springtime that you can imagine, the best of autumn and spring combined. This place is a park of the higher heavens and the feeling is a very lofty one, far beyond my normal consciousness, and I feel some strain in keeping it together to remain here. There is upon the top of one hill, a white gazebo of sublime design. I hear the words: “Remember Bob, there is always love in the world.”

The voice is rich, resonate, and of the kindest depth and empathy, and the voice is again one I recognize but cannot put a face or name with. I transport swiftly to the interior of the gazebo, and find a woman with blonde, golden hair robed in white is standing there with her back to me. She then turns around and I see the face of the one I love, and I hear the words: “Behold, thou are never alone, for we are together always. Our hearts are made one” We join hands and then a mystical power that is a blend of love, romance, and joy, perfect and wonderful, resonates through us, and unites us on a very deep level. We join hands and then a mystical power of love, romance, and joy that can only be called perfect and wonderful, resonates through us, and unites us on a very deep level. We join hands and then a mystical power of love, romance, and joy that can only be called perfect and wonderful, resonates through us, and unites us on a very deep level. In but a few seconds, my life, our life, takes on an entirely new meaning and purpose that feels as complete as anyone could wish for. Yet at the same time, spiritual work of the future calls and focuses our energy towards some future work of service together. It involves redeeming and caring for children I think. The gazebo then transforms into a sailing ship and we are off unto this quest of upliftment that shall transverse throughout the heavens and upon the earth and down to the depths of hell. I see other ships of light sailing in alignment with ours and so we move closer together and continue our travel together.