by Ruth Norman

It was just yesterday, as I laid contemplating the many great wonders of the inner dimensions which I’d seen through past years that I suddenly was transported, visited and viewed a beautiful luminous home. The walls seemed made of some lovely, synthetic or plastic substance with swirling cloud-like patterns in pastel shades which were illuminated from within. There seemed some substance was included in the material which created a soft, rosy luminosity. The floors were similar to beautiful marble, yet the material was not opaque but seemed translucent, and they, too, were illumined softly from underneath. Well I remember the gold strips or bands in a radial pattern meeting in the center radiating outwardly to the perimeter which formed a lovely pattern to walk upon, and in between each separation were glorious scenes depicted and which, too could be changed at will! The feeling when walking over this lovely floor was that it gave off some energy radiation of an uplifting element, a sort of buoyancy, that made walking seem more like floating.

No lamps or lights were visible for there was no need for such, as the lighting element was evidently mixed in with the building material—such as a fluorescence.

Center-most in this elegant circular home was a beautiful mosaic alabaster fountain with levels of various graduated sizes. The dancing waters sprang into many varieties and patterns as multi-colored lights slowly and systematically played color upon the cascading, dancing waters as they continued through the many beautiful designs and effects.

Along with this colorful display of color and water was an accompaniment of soft, healing music, so muted that it seemed to influence the waters in its cadence or rising and falling as the tone colors rhythmically imbued their beauty to both eye and ear, as well as the soul. Some of the musical instruments being heard were strange to my ears and not of the earth-world instruments and which, in itself, carried radiant energy healing frequencies. This soft music seemed to create the mood for the dancing waters, all a most soothing and relaxing sight to behold and to breathe into one’s very soul. Beauty indeed, beyond description. Also, I detected a delightfully faint fragrance being emitted, from where, I knew not.

The only partitions noted to separate the rooms were those of the sleeping areas and which were walls of very full rainbow-colored, sheer, chiffon material which hung softly and gracefully about for any desired seclusion.

Most vivid in my memory is the beautiful free flowing staircase which seemed to have no supporting structures but rather, twisted gracefully in one complete turn and a half, then disappeared through the ceiling. I learned when one stepped upon this conversational stairway, it simply, automatically motivated or transported the person right up to the roof where existed a lovely, formal sculptured garden filled with many glorious flowers and plants.

There was a viewing platform where huge telescopes and viewing instruments where located that the owner might scan the heavens and other planets, from this heavenly abode.

The home was not cluttered as are most earth homes with many furnishings but was spacious and beautiful in its simplicity. About the sides of the circular room were located, here and there, long graceful lounges for sitting or reclining in relaxation. They seemed not to be placed on the mosaic floor but were rather, suspended slightly in the air, and upon each such lounge were luxurious soft cushions of various soft, muted tones in pastel shades.

Outstanding in my memory of this Erosean home was a sort of television that filled one entire wall in color and was a three-dimensional projection.

When one wished to go from one area to another, there were no frustrating door knobs or locks, but the slight wave of the hand quickly slid the particular section open silently and back out of sight. Other details are not so prominent in my mind but the very peculiar part of it all was, I had the definite feeling and told my Beloved (the Moderator), “I’m going to build you a plastic house; I know just how,” and I described what I’ve just written here. Then he knew I had visited Eros. It made him very happy, of course, but do you know the visitation still seems so real, as if it actually happened or will take place here in the physical. I know where I shall go when I leave this earth-world for I’ve just visited our spiritual home; one we have mentally and psychokinetically created on the inner and a delightful and elegant abode it is!

And so, dear reader—friend, such experiences as these can be your personal realizations, too, and are in store for you each one, some time and place as you travel your pathway—your bridge to Heaven.

Excerpt from Bridge To Heaven