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The word miracle isn't really worth the same as measure of marvel in heaven, as it is on earth, because extraordinary happenings are commonplace in the promised land. So the precedent is modified, god itself decides the phenomenom fairly fantastic in nature. Happens very rarely by standards set by the practicing masters of the spectactular arts in paradise.
As I strolled aimlessly on the edges of sacrement one day I wasn't looking and died by accident. With sugar on my tongue and a breeze in each armpit I descended to heaven, cross-legged by magic carpet.
Carried along through tunnels by a flow of waves, I met this soul with the role of issuing halos. His name was aurora, one time bet-maker. Everything he said, he sang like chet baker.
He explained the significance of the halos' intentions, the way they each incriment of its dimensions bore a correlation to the core of your essence, with factors including the learning of lessons.
Things that matter the most here being reflect and direct on the gleam that you're seeing. Overall size of the particle density as it corresponds to the mission intensity. Well over 400 factors with gradiance come into play with each new halos radiance.
With congratualations and repeating my name, he also assured me that no two are the same. It allows you a glimpse in each person's spirit, without having to come anywhere near it.
So with halo in place and my thankfulness pledged, my resident status in heaven was full-fledged.
One day in eternity after riding a teter-totter with God, I fell asleep with my feet in the water of a lake by a tree, in a quiet little place where I could be by myself with the sun on my face.
A little while later I awoke to a rumbling. Opened my eyes to see a scene so humbling, I couldn't quite catch my breath and my pulse doubled as the lake looked like it boiled as it bubbled, but instead of sclading my skin it was soothing.
And it only felt like my imagination was melting and trickling into a pool of fluid intuition. As secret splendor came to fruition my own eyes surrendered as rapture found its purpose.
As beautiful harmonies danced on the surface abstract shapes of all colors first did a dance and then floated from each bubbled bursted.
Literally billions of magnificent things would quake and quiver on top of the lake. I glanced left and right to see if maybe anyone else was dreaming this dream.
When I turned all the way with my back to the spectre, I saw there an angel in the form of perfection. I felt paralyzed and my voice tried to hide, she glided and gently moved her hips from side to side.
Without moving her feet, her hand held out in front of her, calm and collected my hopes in her palm. The closer she came, and something about her, the most soothing sound grew louder and louder.
Intense pleasure ran the length of my spine as I pulled her towards me with the strength of my mind. When our hands finally touched, she told me she loved me. And the shapes from the lake filled the whole sky above me.
Instead of our tongues we spoke with our eyes while music and color pulsed from the skies.
It shines, our edges are dreams running lengthwise, our secret wishes, fluttering light years. We fashioned inferences in disguise shapes together. You are the space between my exhales.
Our way of understanding is eyes-closed-navigation. We twist slivers of unconsciousness into sacrement. Ghosts waltz around our backs. Our ideas converge to form corners to hide in.
Quicker than dreams we traded our charms, then spent eternity in each others arms.
It was a miracle in heaven. You could see it and hear it everywhere, the synthesis of two souls and one spirit.
Our halos were the exact same size.
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