Garden of Eden

Friday July 6 2018

Jesus approach me in a beam of light and transport me to the familiar surroundings of the Throne Room.

The Father is waiting for us by the stairs leading up to the throne.

I am filled with reverence.

I have felt this way before, when God showed me his heart.

Here, I feel it again, and thoughts of unworthiness is pushed aside as I remind myself God uses whomever he wants.

Regardless of whether or not we feel worthy.

Wondering what He wants to show me today, I begin looking for clues around the room, but nothing is out of the ordinary.

I can hear the angels worshipping, but they are out of sight.

Sometimes I get a glance of the creatures and elders in the Throne Room, but today, I only see the Father and Jesus, and the archways rising up on either side of me.

I lay aside my own thoughts as I hear God's voice asking me to follow him.

We walk side by side along one of the archways of the Throne Room until we reach a window.

The moment we stop, the window is transformed into an open door, leading us out to a garden.

We have not walked here before, so I look around eagerly.

It does not take long before I realize he has taken me to the Garden of Eden.

Again, I am filled with reverence as I see the enormous angels guarding the entrance to the garden with great swords.

But here am I:

a human.

This is where Adam and Eve walked with God, the way I am right now.

I breath in every rosy scent as we slowly walk down a path to a river that we follow for a while.

Some deer are grazing close by, unaffected by our presence.

All is peaceful, there is no fear.

When I ask to see the tree of life and the tree of knowledge, it becomes clear that this had been God's purpose all along.

Still, he allowed me this time of impressions and thoughts.

He leads me to a place overlooking the garden.

It is not difficult to recognize the two trees.

Though I am struggling to interpret how I perceive the tree of knowledge.

The tree I believe is the tree of Life, glows, as if every branch and every leaf is made of God's own radiance.

God points towards the tree I can't quite perceive.

He wants me to describe it to him.

The tree of knowledge.

I blink repeatedly,

and try to remodel what I see into something that fits with the descriptions from the book of Genesis.

But still it remains inexplicable.

Its branches are long and black, like ash,

hanging down limply.

It has no fruit.

It appears completely dead, as if it has been burned up from within.

I must not be perceiving it correctly, I think,

and try once again to remodel it into how I presume Adam and Eve saw it.

It is described as a tree that was pleasant to the sight and bore fruit, but all I see is a dead, ashened tree.

I wonder what happened to this tree, and if what I am looking at really is the tree of knowledge.

- It died the moment I defeated death,

God says before I had the chance to voice my questions.

But of course, he knows my thoughts.

I turn towards him, full of hope and new questions.

- Will it stay dead? I wonder.

- Yes, he calmly replys. For my death and resurrection,

is an eternal death and resurrection.