4th Terrace

when the lord had given to all His children the light went dimmed and the gift of the spirit dwelt within every being that's was living. or non-living even the beasts in the field spoke to one another. and as the light brightened so did the world to witness another creation that was set in darkness as the angels awaited for the two garden keepers.

in the garden there was only one trumpet; one helper per man; one flesh; one body; one spirit. and one mind that holds to the right side of the brain and the left rib of a church; taken from the body of Christ that is built from the first firmament of Heaven on earth unto the second firmament.

the hand of God belongs to Her that gives to the child as is it was given to an inheritance of a blind but happy Prophet who waits for His children to return and now the one who gives His inheritance away and stays by this Prophet will hold His thigh and as He is carried into Heaven and the one who has marked His Father's thigh as He carries Him into Heaven is now marked also.

I am in the Heaven at the same time i am on earth I Am the incarnation of God who is in me as well as i am in Spirit of God. and when i am raptured; God will be in Me; as I Am in you. you will inherit the earth and all of it's possession is yours to protect. i will send you among the garden keepers and they will help keep the gardens for you and i will send one before you; so as to know your spiritual companion in Christ will be a Hero made from steel and alloy under the yoke of God's garden that is plowed in regard to truth under oath that no man will yoke this day for you unless i have fallen from grace to witness our relationship at hand to be our own garden under the Sun.

the seed of desolation the seed of yesterday that has no tomorrow for one can not take the Mountain of Muhammad when it has already been moved nor is a thieve the man who i call brother or other but the woman who has the right to take and give to Her own children. she is the hidden garden and the rising of the spirit through the air that becomes the gift of tomorrow. so let the women talk to themselves before the men steal it again.