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When we go to bed, as I prefer to have a bedroom in the Great Beyond ('Course we're married!! I'm wedded to the Holy Trinity!! See the ring? Can't miss it. Huge as the USA), the sun will go down just below the horizon to fill the sky with the most awe-inspiring-colors: Turquoise mixed with peach and azure. We'll have a spacious view, with BIG picture windows overlooking the Misty Mountains. Then, we'll wake-up, after a full-nights-rest, to some French toast, SoBe©, and as much Baklava as we can handle, as the sun slowly creeps-up to bring us another day together. She'll teach me to walk-on-water. Pretty wonderful. YOU may have ALL this if you give-up your existence to Jesus in this Dead-End-Life without the Trinity. I'm writing all these things to instruct YOU how to live for Heaven: My desires, my wants, my dreams... They can be yours, too. VINCIT QUI SE VINCIT (Latin: He conquers who conquers himself).
Alla the birds, 'coons, turtles, opossums, dogs, cats, deer... I've found DOA [rocks!], will be with me for eternity Upstairs. I've laid 'em to rest. Literally. Germs and dirt washes off, dude.
I'll practice T'ai Chi with Jesus. I'll be very good. I'll have Eternity, brudda. Lemme giveth unto thee a parable: You don't see wind, right? But, yet, you see its effects: Tornados, hurricanes, storms... blowing right across your fieldOview. Just the same with faith: You cannot see an ideological endeavor; but, yet, to those who believe, no explanation is probable. To those who don't, no explanation is possible. Yes, I'm shaking realities hand.
When I dream of the Great Beyond, I dream of alla the warmth, joy, passion, and love Who's now and forever. Think of it. You can achieve it. Think it through: Desire everything. That's exactly what God wants YOU to do. This world, with all their superficial games and passing pleasures and queer, materialistic vanity, is just that: PASSING-AWAY. Only Heaven or Hell remains. Choose right. Choose the Light.
Let go of this world to get outta-this-world. Let God.
When I Reach The Great Beyond...
Pile
onto
a magic-carpet to take-off with my Honey Bun. We'll fly to the stars,
coast around the atmosphere, and, finally, we'll land to ski down a
mountain 10X higher than Mount Everest in shorts, doing moguls, flips,
and whatever else comes naturally. There'll be a small, log-cabin with
the smoke already coming outta-the-chimney. We'll walk inside to a cozy,
sub-basement for hot-chocolate, margaritas, or piná-coladas; There'll
be a 'faux-bear-rug' on the floor, scented-candles, and a Baby-Grand
which we'll play a duet. Upstairs, there'll be couches in abundance,
end-tables, and, outside, a blizzard. We'll cuddle in front of the
fire... Skiing and staring at the Wonder Woman is the ultimate 'cuz I know what
awaits me at the chateau... 
Due
to my child-likeness, we won't have to take anymore showers. Thank God.
Only if we wanna get refreshed [see
#3] for the Great
Unwashed.
We'll
dive into the fresh-water, Pacific-ocean, only FOUR-FEET-DEEP in the
middle, as a stilt-house, a ways from shore, will be our destination;
Where we can climb-up after we swim-out under a 73° sky... clouds...
seagulls. Beautiful. After we get cleaned-up, my SweetHeart (the
Holy Spirit under the appearances of a woman)
and I, will play, kiss, and eat baklava which is definitely better than
any here 
In
the Great Beyond, riding along, we can play with an oversized-Sow-Bug,
which are at least 10' x 7' - quite adorable, gentle, and very humble (for
God Almighty, anything's possible):
As I ride on his back, as big as a VW [his
'chitin', bug-language
for 'armor'] will be
impervious, waving my SonFlag triumphantly, we'll slowly crawl into
tomorrow. Where the Creative Doctrine rules, God WILL do that for
me because I desire everything IN Heaven.
The
scenery is totally breath-taking. Everywhere you look. EYE know. Why do
EYE know? I've been Upstairs. Twice.
If
we wanna swim for long stretches under water, no problem. God
Almighty POW! will fix us with gills. Then, when we're back on dry
land, POW!! He'll give us our lungs back. Sounds crazy? Not if you have
the desire, for anything is possible with God. The Trinity will even
take me to the 'factory' where He makes lil', adorable babies. Then,
we'll laugh and discuss it in our stand-up.
Alla the fuzzy creatures -
JayBirds, salamanders, frogs, wolves, rhinos, giraffes feasting on
ginger-snap trees, tigers, Monitor Lizards, Black Kites,
White-Bellied-Sea-Eagles, Mudskippers with their beautiful dorsal-fins,
grizzly bears, and, my favorite, polar bears/tigers, which we may ride on their
backs... will stop and let us talk and, most importantly, they'll answer
in effusive altruism. 
(if
you're humble 'enuff).
It ain't hard. There are some people who don't wanna
give-up this nasty, dirty earth for fresh, pure, wonderful Heaven. Your
choice. Your demise.