Two Hearts One Love

While I was setting this page up I started sipping on my coffee from my travel cup that I bought years ago at a Love's Truck Stop while traveling on what may become the infamous truck trek across America in 1998 when God performed a miracle in slow motion much the way he is doing now in my body and my life. I will explain. But first I must say that this little black mug has kept my coffee hot for nearly 20 years and it just now started leaking. I feel sad like Jonah might have felt when his little plant started dying, a reference for those of you who know Jonah's story. Anyway, to make a short story longer, the Lord told me that he has kept my mug functioning way beyond its expected life simply because he knows how much I love it and he wants to use this as an object lesson for others. Please bear with me and keep my Love's mug in mind as I share with you the most intimate thoughts a person could share with anyone, much less publicly.

The restoration process of the human body is quite fascinating as I have been experiencing it. I am told that my body as it was born is in a sense being upgraded the way a car can be upgraded by changing one engine for another more efficient and high-powered engine. This is the basis of human bodies being restored. Put in human terms, the new system is being installed as the old one continues to function. At some point a new heart will be installed in me while my old heart is still pumping blood. But when enough of the new system is working and energy flows through me properly without the need of blood, then my new heart will continue beating but my old one will no longer be necessary. My new lungs will still take in air so that I can breathe the beautiful fragrances of life, but without the old lungs that need to bring oxygen in which I will no longer need to sustain my body because the new human engine will not require sustenance from the world to keep the body functioning. The body parts as they are no longer needed will simply disappear and since all this happens inside of my skin, no one gets to see what happens other than me by whatever means God allows me to witness it. Additionally, I am always completely in a state of free will to stop the process at any point that I choose because this is a promise God gave us that we have free will. But I will add that I some time ago surrendered my free will in this endeavor in order that my own human weaknesses and frailties would not interfere with the completion of my decision.

I am also told that my experience is the most unique in that no other creature has ever been told HOW and WHY the changes are being made, such as when a zygote in the womb is triggered to divide into two cells and then those divide and more until they begin to differentiate into blood, bone, muscle, skin, and every other type of cell that is needed to build and form a body that will one day after nine months be triggered to exit its world and start a whole new process of change. The spirit in the zygote, fetus, baby, child, adolescent, and adult knows exactly what is happening, but the conscious mind of that human in its various stages still does not know the how and why. The how's and why's of life have been continually revealed to me as I ask to know them, and as a result I am now in the position of understanding the how's and why's of the restoral process of humans to their pre-fall condition six thousand years ago. This is a sort of reverse evolution and why Darwin's theory is about to be proven false.

To whoever may read this, keep in mind that I volunteered for this and am getting the slow motion version of restoral to take some of the mystery out of the process in order to alleviate the fear of undergoing this change. For everyone else it will happen in the blink of an eye.

When I was a little girl attending Crestwood Elementary in San Pedro, California  I was among a small number of children who walked home for lunch and I remember doing so by myself. My mother did not come out to meet me either at the school or even at the door of our home because she had complete faith, although never spoken, that I would arrive safely and after eating lunch, would walk back to school safely and she would not see me again until I walked home after school. She had no apprehensions about me walking alone, I had none, my teachers and school administrators had none and one incident has helped me remember this part of my childhood very distinctly and clearly, including how much I loved my mother that it was worth the trip everyday just to spend time with her. It was a beautiful sunny day and I was walking back to school when I was in  third grade which would have been when I was about eight. A beautiful spring breeze was blowing in my face as I was walking when a bee smacked me right in the forehead and stung me. I turned around and ran home to my mom and later she took me back to school. Without this one very momentarily painful encounter with a bee, it is highly unlikely that I would even remember all those walks at lunch for the entire duration of first through fifth grades.

Most of the kids at school, including my sister, either took their lunch which I sometimes did myself or bought lunch in the cafeteria which I clearly remember on rainy days. One such day I recall discussions among the kids if they supported Kennedy or Nixon who were the candidates in 1960 for the presidency. Imagine that, elementary kids talking politics! What a different world we live in now.

All these memories of days gone by long ago are part of my treasure chest of conscious reality of peaceful times and safe conditions creating in me a sense of security that has been strengthened by Father God throughout my entire life and what has sustained me through some of the most difficult situations, the kind each of us go through as we walk to and from our various destinations in life.

God established something in me that would give me the confidence to move ahead with a most insecure endeavor which is to trust him with my very life as he changes me from what he calls "glory to glory" and he has been true to his word to equip with everything I need to accomplish the mission that he and I agreed upon before I was even born. But like everyone else, I was born with that clean slate of a mind, a tiny baby who had to grow up and face the realities of this world, the good, the bad and the ugly. In doing so I have had to overcome every fear, insecurity and deceptive lie intended to prevent me from achieving what I know can be the most beneficial gift that I can bring to my family, friends, countrymen and the world. I believe this with all my heart and that was absolutely a prerequisite to accomplishing this because it took a lot of faith to keep going through the many adversities in my life.

In these years when I am now a mother and grandmother, these sweet and innocent memories are like honey to my soul and the fuel to my dreams that my children and all children will live in the kind of world where peace reigns and goodness abounds and opportunities are endless for every person to dream and receive their dreams in an ever expanding experience of beauty in a magnitude that no one has ever seen yet. This is my dream. And this is a dream that I share with Jesus who gave me the vision for all this and so much more and to whom I will be forever grateful.