Dream On Chapter 11: Keys of the Ressurection
“Heather!” he shouted as I walked in. He leapt up and hugged me hard. I laughed. He was so filled with joy these days. No more angst, mourning, or snarky dark humor…just fresh and joyful and silly as all get out.
He grabbed the plate and held it close to me, “Eat up my dear. Soon we shall be twinkled and it won’t matter! Eat!! This has been heaven for sure.”
“OH MY GOODNESS, ADAM!!” I cackled “Back off with the donuts. You still have to have some restraint”
“Why?”
“I don’t know….it just doesn’t seem right.” “Man is that he might have joy and joy is brought to you by the magic of Dream Bakery donuts”
“Will it affect our ability to resurrect to our highest standard?”
“ I swear to you I saw Jesus himself in this bakery and he ate one of these donuts. Didn’t he say at one time, ‘Do as you see me do.’?”
“Well, yes, but that was thousands of years ago” I smirked.
“Time makes no difference. He never redacted.” Adam said, eyes wide in false and humorous anxiety.
By this time I was laughing so hard by Adam’s wiggling eye brows, and hilariously alluring expressions, that I did take a donut just to make him stop. It was an old fashioned with maple glaze icing. He poured me a glass of milk and handed it to me with a grin, waiting for my reaction after my first bite. “OH dear”,I murmured. It was the best I had ever tasted. A DREAM.
After savoring every crumb and washing it down with cold, pure, creamy milk I gave a satisfied sigh. “Wow! That was lovely”
He pushed the plate towards me, eye brows wiggling in invitation to take more.
“Get that away from me, I’ve got work to do” I yelped.
He chuckled and took another donut for himself. “OK, what’s up?”
“Grandpa Paul took the Kulpin names through the temple yesterday. He and his crew worked all night to get all their ordinances done. Evidently several of those children I “saved’ were resurrected beings who just needed to be guided to Zion. Their parents were on the other side. The kids want me to go bring their parents over now. Can you open me a portal?”
“Indeed I can. Let me check where the enemy is posted round about. Well look at that, they are over focusing on that farm house. NO ONE is near the original portal in the woods. They must have thought you came in and left at the farm house. The naughties are so clever.” This last statement he said quite sarcastically.
“Did they hurt the lady who opened up to us?” No, but they are posting guards near the house. I think they are hoping we’ll come in and out of that portal again and are leaving her alone so that we will. HA! Dumb as rocks”
“They have all kinds of super technology, I wouldn’t say they were dumb.” I murmured as I looked at the screen. “OK, uninspired then” Adam conceded.
“So what happens if a resurrected being gets caught by the ‘naughties’ as you call them?”
“Well, they can’t hurt them or kill them. If the newly resurrected beings haven’t learned how to use their priesthood powers they may be detained, but eventually they will be freed. Any of God’s Army can just walk in and vanish them away. I could probably track them and open a portal for them to leap into.” “Do you need permission to do that?”
“Permission to do what?” a jovial young man said as he walked into the room and helped himself to one of the donuts. “Nathan!” I shouted. It was my beloved younger brother.
“Hello Sir” Adam drawled amusingly.
“Cut it out” Nathan whined and then laughed.
“Nathan is my superior officer, if you can believe it.” Adam said grinning. He loved Nathan and it delighted him to tease and poke fun at all times.“
Nathan is OUR superior officer. I smiled giving Nathan a huge hug.
“What’s up big sister?” Nathan said, patting me on the head. I repeated my mission to him.
Nathan wept for joy. He had gone to Hungary to help me find the parents of Szuszanna Szokola and Johannes Bohdán. He never found their marriage records but he met a wonderful brother in the ward there who showed him how to access many many online records in Serbia that would help us speed up the work.
The special keys and ordinances of resurrection had been revealed to the church after the lost tribes had saved us from destruction and helped us start Zion. Many of our beloved relatives had been resurrected. Others were still waiting.
It was wondrous how fun it was to be helpers in this small part of the Lord’s huge and mighty work. As I pondered on it all, I watched Adam gaze into the monitor as he focused on the where point and got the information he needed. He stood up and traced a circle of light in front of him. The circle began to fill in and glow softly and then expand until it was an oval shape about six feet tall and 4 feet wide. “Is that big enough for you?” he smiled. He was so clever. “Good enough for now” I replied, “You never know, when I get resurrected I may actually be a giant.” I smirked. He rolled his eyes.
My nephew, Anson, walked in from one of the many doorways along the wall. In his hand he carried a bundle of clothing. “These will help you fit in so you don’t attract attention.” I recognized the same drab loose skirt and shirt I had worn the first time. I began to undress and redress. “Just like Ren Faire days!” I chuckled remembering how my little family and I would change into our costumes in the parking lot so we didn’t have to suffer in them on the long drive there. We loved dressing up and participating in living history experiences.
In fact, when we first came to Zion and were interacting with 1000 year old beings and older we thought they would be all astounded by the technology and cleanliness. Come to find out, they had been interacting with their descendants in real time the whole time, so…it was all “normal” to them when they resurrected to their perfect frame.
I had so looked forward to “amazing” some oldtimers…whatever. “So, how do I look?” I swished my skirt and smiled. “You look like a post-apocalyptic Eastern European,” Anson smiled.
“Perfect” I quipped. “Send me out”
“Do you have your stone?” Adam checked.
I put my hand to my neck and felt the sturdy cord and followed it down to the blue stone wrapped in white gold wire that secured it to the cord. This was my communication device, my own urim and thummim. Some day when the millennium was over and the earth became a celestial being, a “sea of glass”, we would all get a new stone with a new name and move on to some real adventures. My soul thrilled at the thought. I was filled with immense relief, joy, satisfaction, and gratitude. I was finishing well. I was fighting the good fight, I was on the covenant path and would be until death and beyond.
Adam said the prayer that asked Heavenly Father in the name of Jesus Christ to open a portal and I stepped through and found myself again in the forest near the small Serbian town.
I casually picked some berries and put them in my basket and sauntered down into the town as if I belonged there. I stepped through the hole in the fence and continued on to the giant Evangelical Church where several of the families of the rescued children had been buried. They had accepted the gospel in the spirit world, accepted the temple work that had been done for them and were ready to come forth in the morning of the first resurrection…which had been going on for years now.
I walked to the graveyard and slowly chewed my berries one at a time while gazing across the broken and dilapidated head stones. Most were tipped over and embedded wrong side up in the overgrown grass. Others were so corroded by the elements they could only be read by covering them with paper and gently rubbing a soft lead pencil or crayon over them, like a secret code, it revealed the imperceptible indentations which let us know names and dates.
Soon they appeared. Each person standing at their own grave and looking at me beaming with delight. I glanced around. A lone woman hurried past the graveyard with her groceries. I smiled at her as she glanced my way. She did not return the smile but quickly turned her head. She showed no indication of seeing anyone else. I stood and walked towards the nearest person.
He looked like he was in his late twenties, his hair was dark and wavey, his nose was large, and his eyes twinkled as he smiled. “Are you ready?” I asked, returning his smile. “OH yes!” he exclaimed.
I made the sign and spoke the words and he repeated the gestures and words. The air nearby began to become dense and clouded as if the dirt was being sucked out of the ground into a pillar.
A 70 year old man with a bent back stood before my eyes. “OH sheez!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t miss that back pain at all while in the spirit!” I steadied him with one hand. “Let’s continue” I urged.
I showed him another gesture and spoke more words in the name of Jesus Christ. He repeated the tokens and signs and began to glow, brighter and brighter, his wrinkled and worn skin softened and smoothed and plumped up. His white wavey hair filled in with dark healthy locks and his back straightened.
He stretched and arched his back and roared! Hallelujah! Jesus is Lord God Almighty!!!
Hallelujah! The others in the graveyard replied. He jumped up and down a few times then suddenly sprung a cartwheel, whooping.
“Hey” I spoke quietly. Let’s keep it down! People can see and hear you now.”
He walked quickly towards a young spirit woman and began administering the ordinance of the resurrection to her.
I moved on to another. As each person was resurrected they moved to help someone else.
Everyone was full of joy, stretching, bending knees, jumping, laughing, wrestling, etc. It was silly and beautiful.
A young woman who had lost an arm in a factory accident wept as her arm regenerated, whole and well. She immediately began braiding her hair into a lovely French braid. She grinned the whole time. When everyone was done they gathered around me. OK I said, we’re heading out of here back to Zion. The portal is this way.
Not surprisingly sirens began to blare and the sound of soldiers running and shouting could be heard just around the buildings to our right.
The newly resurrected beings formed a protective circle around me and we began to run like a pack of horses…well, they did.
Two of the men each grabbed one of my arms and lifted me as they ran. It hurt my armpits but I had to laugh. They weren’t going to leave me behind.
The portal opened and as they tossed me forward into the shimmering portal I heard an explosion somewhere behind me.
The others thundered past and I heard the portal closing up as soldiers, not yet near enough to leap through, cussed and screamed in pure hate.
I felt a pain sear through the back of my head as I stumbled forward in the rush and all at once realized what had happened. I put my hand to the back of my head and felt nothing…blown away. As the darkness quickly filled my vision I smiled. Now I would be young and resurrected first!
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