Communion with the Lord’s “Little Son” on 12/7/24 leads to a Story

I was minding my own business and seeking to get well yesterday. A man they called “Peter” like an emaciated skeleton in a trench coat passed through the hall, and I was made aware that five days ago, at my right arm, after I prayed to God at home, scared and worried, the ghost of my son DJW materialized briefly by my right side, like a miniature of his Father, the Savior Himself. David’s soul had been recovered along with the remains of another boy from a hole at the bottom of PG in some crawlspace. They had both been murdered a while ago by “Sam”, the black golliwog fiend who lived here for decades–a depraved hateful murderer. He’s dead forever now, thank god. I fear here, you see.

At any rate, first this story will reflect the existence of the first Ark of 4.2 million years ago. I will paste in a picture, but in my inner eye, it resembled a silver inflated dirigible or zeppelin strong and inflated resting on the surface of the world-wide glacier cup which made it impossible for the devil to rise to the surface of Earth for centuries–while the Son resided in a safe home deemed “Heaven”. Heaven still remains back in time, and I suppose the Lord and a tiny son of his are residing there happily in peace, quiet and comfort as before. How to get there? By the grace of the Lord, of course, and the aid of the Creator God of this planet Earth, as well as with the able assist ance of an archangel and Eve to point out the location in time and space. She alone knows.

So, try to imagine it as I tell my brief vision. Yes, there was G-d and his 12 Archangels all arrived on Earth prior to 6 million years ago BC. Then, development and abandonment occurred with Satan and Hera honeymooning for a few centuries off field, stealing the intergalactic ship to do so. Here on Earth, it was brutal–hot, cold, and very primitive. As for the Lord Jesus Christ, he was hysterical for quite a while but accompanied by Someone I will refer to his Mentor or Father to aid and work with.

Now, somehow, from that time forth there was battle on Earth in earnest between “G vs E” (Good vs. Evil). It was an abysmal struggle. In my reverie, Jesus suffered a bad accident. On the surface, his damaged bodily spirit came to rest on a high cliff. He had damage to his alimentary and could not consume nutrition. His best friend or Jedi Mentor so to speak had perish.

Here’s another picture:

This is a picture of the early Ark of the Covenant carried around by the Israelites fancied up in silver. T here were four winged angels surrounding the Holy of Holies, a box with dust of sacred matter placed in Solomon’s Temple in Jerusalem, Israel. These creatures or guardians of god represent to me the following: the pterosaurs existent on Earth when the Lord was stranded and ill on a hillock, for it was dinosaur times then.

My special insight is that the Lord was like “Big Bird” to them. They befriended him and actually viewed him as some sort of freak of a kind. They fed him like storks too their young, with regurgitated, partially digested “chum” he could swallow and absorb nourishment from. Believe me, there were no niceties like forks and spoons available to the Lord. This is how he survived and thrived while Mother Nature gradually rebuilt his body strength and mended his form.

After that time, the Lord fashioned Himself an Ark, made from remnants of the original materials his ship came with. It looked possibly like a geodesic dome of huge size, insulating, warm, and reflecting light. Inside, he made himself a space to live and contemplate the new world. He was alone and found much to think about or learn. Lord Jesus was never truly alone, because even back then, his soul communed with the soul of this planet, to the one I have called elsewhere “Brahma-Purusha” or the Creator God. This is another view of what “Heaven” looked like in 4 million bce.

In my reverie, the soul of my beloved departed boy (who resembled Christ traditionally speaking, to a large degree), transmigrated five days ago with help back to that ancient ship where he spent so many happy years accompanying his Dad in caring for and maintaining new multicellular life on the planet. In that life lab, they invented conifers, butterflies and other things with the aid of Mother Nature, I imagine happily. Of course, with the Ice Age of vast size, there was no Garden of Eden to build yet, but just a dream.

Every now and then, the devil would bang on the floors and beg to be allowed to come up from the briny deep. But, the Lord never would give permission.

Finally, the last piece of this jigsaw puzzle from the artful creative celestial scribe which is me today, during Christmas season, 2024:

For quite a while there were a few Neolithic settlements on the shores of a vast shallow puddle of an ancient sea. Let us assume that periodically, Lord Jesus found himself in visiting one for some socializing and retrieving simple supplies he needed. Guess then, friends, that he made a child from a good simple neolithic woman living in a hut there. Then, he retrieved his new son and took him back with him to the ark, disappearing for years.

There, for years, the happy savior taught and played with his son as that rare spirit grew to manhood and aided him.

So, yes, I believe in my happy heart that the Lord, whom I believe came here to us in the past century when summoned out of necessity, has, through some tragic event, been forced to return to his home with a son in spirit. That is where he is for eternity, in his peace and deep serenity, far back safely in the ancient past.

So, too, how I wish I could return to them there today. I feel certain that, if it was not a Neolithic village, then it must have been something like the “Isle of Sky” in the prehistoric UK that I began to know Him.

So, picture it off in the distance, out on the frozen sea, that mysterious glowing bubble he would come and go from…..

May our Lord, Blessed Lord Jesus Christ, be with us for eternity, accompanied by his Young Son David Jacob. Amen!