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I am in the throne room above and we are all anxiously waiting. Something is going to happen and the room is thick with tension. Not tension with a negative connotation, but an extremely intense and suppressed excitement. Everyone here wants to know something about what’s going on and as yet there doesn’t seem to be anyone with any answers. And everyone here is quietly yet urgently whispering to each other, speculating about what might happen.
I take the time to explore my surroundings with my eyes and ears. I see thousands or perhaps hundreds of thousands of people representing every era of mankind male and female, I hear a corresponding number of voices and languages. The footwear is as varied as the people wearing them, everything from bare feet up to the most modern technically advanced running shoes that money can buy. I see wooden clogs and Indian moccasins, roman legionnaire hobnail sandals to dancers toe shoes, oxfords to deck shoes, everything in the history of footwear is represented here in one form or another. The floor that I am standing on is an amazing thing to behold but I’m afraid that it may be damaged by our milling feet.
Beneath all this mass of humanity and footwear I am seeing every kind of precious and semi-precious stone and mineral that might possibly exist. And mixed right in with them are all the semi-precious minerals as well. Everything ranging
from brilliant diamond, emerald, ruby and sapphire to the more subdued jades, carnelians and turquoises, I see marble of all colours, limestone and granite, basalt and even snowflake obsidian. Everything is here. This is really impressive to see as it is, but I’m also seeing pieces of wood among the minerals, I can identify ebony and walnut, oak and maple, there are light woods and dark. All the hardwoods and softwoods seem to be presented within all the minerals. There is also gold and silver and platinum, copper and zinc, brass and steel, all of the naturally occurring metals as well as manufactured ones. Everything is here in some form or another.
Right now as I look down at my feet I cannot see any discernible pattern or design. Just a seemingly constantly moving and flickering floor made up of every colour imaginable. Although what I can see directly seems to be a random design, I know what the overall image really is of.
This piece of floor that I’m viewing is in reality just the tiniest section of a much larger picture of the universe, the whole thing, in every detail, a two dimensional representation of infinity, perhaps even stretching to infinity itself. I think maybe even stretching beyond what I imagine as reality. I think that if I got down on my hands and knees with the most powerful microscope that ever existed I might be able to just barely perceive our galaxy as the tiniest speck within the floor. This floor is a good match for the room that contains it, huge and very impressive without being overpowering to the mind (at least not to my mind yet). The scale is deceptive, when first looking around, with thousands or perhaps even tens or hundreds of thousands of people, it kind of seems a little crowded, but I come to realize the people here are only filling a relatively small portion of it. If I was twice my height and could look over the heads of the masses to the sides of me and behind me the walls and floor would fade into invisibility beyond the bodies because of the distances involved. Directly in front of me not too far away there is a wall with a stepped dais against it and a relatively small throne on top of that. The wall itself is ornate with an exceptional golden hue, a golden bluish pinkish grey that seems to colour shift as you watch it, like a golden mother of pearl combined with opal. There are fancy decorative features on the wall spread evenly across the whole thing and where the dais and the wall meet or around what looks like a window it’s just a little fancier. This large window is just showing black so what might be on the other side is totally unknown to us that are looking. Behind the throne but in front of the window is a large work table, made out of a highly figured wood (maybe olive wood or snake wood) of medium darkness, on the table top there are tools of some kind with one closed book and three loosely rolled scrolls.
I am in this throne room with everyone else but there is no one on the throne, there is nobody there, it’s empty. But I can feel that although it is showing itself as being empty it is not unoccupied.
The throne itself is not very ornate, and although it is a golden colour I can’t say that it is actually gold. It reminds me of some of the thrones of European royalty with a low back and seat, the cushioning on the seat is an iridescent white, iridescent blue on the arms and iridescent black on the back. The actual structure of the throne itself is covered with small vines and leaves over all, highly detailed in all aspects. A small matching foot stool sits directly in front of the throne with a white cushion on top. The dais on which the throne sits seems to be a simple structure, more like a stage. The steps (there are six steps up to the top of the platform) cover the front and both sides of the dais. Each step is fronted with an elaborate geometric design (seemingly worked in gold and silver with the occasional gemstone for highlight) running the full length front and sides. Each step has a different pattern carved into it. The top surface of each step and the top of the dais is floored the same as the floor on which we stand. I imagine that looking from above the raised platform would disappear altogether because of the matching main floor.
Now looking up, the ceiling above all of this is difficult to describe because of its distance from the floor. To me they seem drapery like but they might just as well be dark billowing clouds. No details but always a constant movement within.
Now I notice a shuffling disturbance behind me in the crowd and I turn around to look. That’s when the people behind me separate to expose a little child walking (actually more like waddling) towards me. He or she (I’m not really sure) looks to be about two or two and a half years old with the most impressive head of dark curly hair partially obscuring a pair of huge light coloured eyes.
This child is the epitome of the description of an angelic child. He looks directly into my face and my heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest. He come right up to me and gently pushes me aside and continues through the crowd towards the front of the room.
When I next see him he is on the steps below the throne, moving up them as any small child would climb steps that are too big, going up on all fours until he reaches the top of the platform. There he stands waving joyously at us seemingly quite proud of his accomplishment. Then he toddles to the throne and proceeds to climb up onto that as well.
Everyone around me goes silent as he finally perches himself in the seat with his tiny legs and feet dangling over the edge, still waving and smiling even more.
About half the people are beginning to murmur asking,
“Who is this child?” “What’s going on?” “How did this child get in here?”
“Why is he on the throne?” “Where did this little one come from?” “When will he leave?” “Should he be doing that?”
Now as one half are asking these questions the other half are just watching the whole show of the child smiling and waving and clapping on the throne. These people begin to smile, one by one, until the others start to notice. Again silence grows until the only noise that can be heard is what is coming from the throne. Now everyone is smiling and just watching this child enjoying himself, as if he is the only one in the room.
Now I notice that the anxiety and tension that was so strong before is gone, everyone present is intently observing this beautiful child, wanting to see what he’s going to do next. With everyone watching the youngster raises his hand and quietly says something into the air. I don’t know if anyone heard what he said, I couldn’t because I was too far away. After he spoke he just stood on the throne with his hand in the air looking out above us into the distance.
Then we all heard a horrendous screech from above and behind us and a huge eagle flew low over the masses toward the upheld hand. Now this bird was huge, at least three times the size of the boy and he just stood there seemingly waiting for this giant bird of prey. But as the eagle was approaching the boy it was changing, it was shrinking and changing as it flew, the closer it got to the boy the smaller it got and the whiter it got. By the time it reached the boy, it had turned into a small white dove, small enough to rest quite comfortably on his hand as he brought it down to gently stroke it.
Now the dam broke and everyone began to talk and yell and jump up and down, some even began to sing with the music (I have no idea where that came from), others to dance. “It’s Him”, some said. “He’s back”, said others. A thousand people going crazy all at once with joyful abandon can make a lot of noise but it all stopped at the crack of thunder that blasted the room, when the rumble finally stopped, the boy looked up and said in a whisper “Daddy here”, and a quietly rumbling voice filled the room saying “Yes, I am.”
The last part of the image that I saw was of the child standing on the throne with arms held high as if waiting to be picked up by his father.
