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RESURRECTION HALL

128 posts · 10 participants · started Sep 9, 2016, 8:22 AM

Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 9, 2016, 8:22 AM
RESURRECTION HALL

~ Day One: The Awakening ~

Her eyes popped open. She drew her first breath, then another, deeper one. She was standing, having to focus on balance. Two beings were there to steady her, one on her left and one on her right. She somehow knew they could be none other than her guardian angels. Suddenly her mind was flooded with memories. Her beloved Adjuster had arrived with the transcripts of her personal memories of life on Urantia. She hadn’t yet fully grasped this was resurrection hall on mansion one, but she did sense and know she was alive again.

This new unification of body, mind, soul, personality and Adjuster was an intense event of wonder and awe, also one of rapid adjustment. Next, her angels came directly before her amazed eyes. They moved in very close, she felt embraced like never before. She then realized she was standing on a mansion world and this was her first post mortal hug, that her soul must be there also, and her identity was intact. She was resurrected!

Simultaneously with that embrace she strongly sensed her Thought Adjuster, her Paradise Partner. Adjuster memories of her Earth life were still flooding her mind, as fast as she could assimilate them. As the seconds passed, the eternal significance of this event was coming together in her mind, her new mind. How pristine and vast her mind seemed at this moment. In all eternity she would never forget this day of awakening. She had indeed survived and was now breathing and living on another world. How wonderful, how great, how fulfilling!!

Along with her guardian angels there were several other beings gathered around who seemed somewhat familiar. Some she must have known on Earth, some not. She felt so very warm, energized, confident and fearless, but needed time to adjust. It was quite overwhelming, so many pictures were flashing in her mind. It was a story. Her story! Past events were quickly connecting this new mind to her life on Urantia. She was remembering and reassembling her experiences in greater detail, and in chronological order.

Her beloved family! Where were they, she thought to ask. But the words didn’t come out. The angels seem to be mumbling at her. What were they saying? It wasn’t making sense because she was not yet completely connected, and too, she was overwhelmed by the intensely beautiful beings and environment to which she had just awoken. Her mind was foggy for an instant, then clear, then fog again. Clarity began to dominate, and her spirit began to soar with pure joy.

Attention shifted to her immediate surroundings, to the astonishingly beautiful and caring beings around her. Their faces were so lovely and well defined. And they were somehow helping her awaken more and more memories, so many coming at once. At the same time, her soul was flying ever higher at the realization of the vindication of her faith in God and Michael, her belief in continuing life, and the validity of all those revelations she was beginning to recall, about resurrection on Mansonia. With every moment’s passing she was more fully aware she was a soul survivor, an Agondonter from Urantia newly awakened on Mansonia. Thank God!!!

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Again she tried to speak, wanting to say, ‘breathing is incredible!’ With each breath she could feel powerful energy coursing through this marvelous, strong, pain-free, highly sensitive, nascent body. The smell of the air was truly rich. She thought, what a lovely aroma here. It smelled good enough to eat. Looking around she noticed everything and everyone was beautifully clean, sparkling and intricately appointed. The floor and low walls were lined with jewels and highly polished shiny metals of many hues. Every being in sight was aglow with an unmistakable and warm luminescence. The sky was a magnificent cloudless vault of deep blue, but without a shining sun. There were only a few roofs in view, everything else was open to the sky.

As she gazed over the resurrection scene, too amazed to speak, the angel on her left put before her what appeared to be a three dimensional mirror. She watched closely as the image rotated, then in complete amazement thought, O my God! That is me?! She knew it was her, but what a change. This body is young, smooth, there is the hair of her youth atop her head. Noticing her hands, wiggling her fingers, they are perfectly formed and very sensitive. She had on her body a light wrap of some kind of super-shimmering fabric—maybe a sort of morontia material she thought. Morontia! She always enjoyed contemplating that word. And now she felt much like that super version of her old self she had often imagined. She touched the image and uttered, “This is me, morontia me, I am alive, I AM alive!”

Everyone standing around said in unison, “You are!” She could communicate, she could hear and be heard, and in a language she understood! All was coming together, greater and greater perspective was accumulating with each passing moment. She was awake and alive in the Resurrection Hall of Mansion World one. But where was her family? Why were they not here to greet her? Had her grandparents, parents, dead cousins and friends not survived? So many questions were coming up that needed answers.

“Where is my husband? Is Saro here?” “Come with us, Kala”. It was her right side guardian speaking those words. She felt compelled to confirm who they were: “You are my guardian angels, aren’t you?” “Yes”, they replied together. They were so beautiful, she felt an instant affection for them both.

How strange to actually see and hear her angels, even though she always had some sense of their presence as a Urantian. But who were all the other brilliant and shining beings around her? Should she introduce herself? Evidently introductions were to come later. She realized each of these beings must be important to her, but couldn’t quite place them. At this point, only her angels and her Paradise Partner felt familiar. It was dawning on her how much more there was to learn, and remember. What were her guardian angels’ names? When were they assigned to her?

She attempted to move and almost fell forward. The angels caught her by the arms and steadied her. “Give me a second,” she said, then consciously put one foot forward, then the other. She was walking for the first time. It wasn’t hard, just new. Everything and everyone seemed new or greatly improved. Her memories and skills were quickly returning. But she had the distinct feeling there were many other memories, ones she could not yet access. Movement, sight, hearing, smell, touch, the ability to comprehend—all these were present just like on Earth, but here they seemed amplified, sharpened and improved. She hadn’t gained or lost anything, except this new and amazing body along with consciousness of survival.

For the first time she glanced at the far away horizon and everything and everyone in between. There were other groups of beings—much like the one she was in—everywhere, many thousands of them. As far as she could see there were similar groupings. She took more steps as the angels guided her to the adjacent resurrection chamber. At the center was a being she recognized immediately. Kala and Saro locked eyes for the first time as resurrected beings. She rushed to him, he lunged toward her. By now her group and Saro’s group had converged around them. It was a moment for the ages, a memory they would never, ever forget; one time husband and wife meet on Mansonia for their first embrace after 55 years of life together on Earth.

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Saro’s first steps were taken when he saw her approaching. He almost fell too, in the rush toward his longtime mate and friend. Their embrace was one of transcendent feeling, too beautiful and fulfilling for words. Suddenly they felt tremendous gratitude for the God who made this resurrection and reunification possible. Great tears came to their new eyes, tears of appreciation and joy. What a marvelous plan Our Father has created for time and space ascenders. And they were seeing only the bare beginnings of morontia life.

Their meeting brought up many, many questions for which they had no answers. They could remember moments that had value, moments of genuine religious experience, things of great spiritual import, significant relationships with their mates and their families. Obviously they retained language, sensual, and movement abilities. Kala recalled the time when Michael’s spirit touched her, four years before she discovered the Urantia Book. Saro recalled hearing God’s reply when he prayed, asking if he should marry Kala, and receiving a resounding ‘YES’. But how did they die? Neither of them could remember.

It was time for introductions. Kala’s left hand angel began, giving her name, then the other angel gave hers. Each of Saro’s angels offered their names. Kala and Saro both felt like thanking them profusely for the safe keeping of their souls, and for all they did pre-death. Always had Kala felt their guiding hand and the Adjuster’s influence. Saro did in a measure also sense and appreciate their work for his well being and safety back on Urantia.

Their four angels drew near and they all six embraced in a huddle. How warm and full of love they felt. For decades they had all worked together back on Earth, closely associated, spreading the teachings and the text of the Urantia Book. Meeting face to face like this was a very rewarding and confirmatory experience. This feeling of faith being answered affirmatively was immensely gratifying, satisfying, and thrilling.

Suddenly, and simultaneously, they recalled dying. Being together again somehow sparked this traumatic memory. They drew a deep breath, looked into each others’ beautiful new eyes, and recalled that it was a quick and merciful death. They were flying a little airplane–both were pilots–delivering Urantia Books to a new library system on a remote island in western Indonesia. On board was one box of each translation, as requested by the chief librarian.

A storm cloud was behind them, so they felt safe. But when they flew over a high ridge they were confronted with another and bigger storm cloud. There was no choice but go on, but it was not to be. Lightening was all around. They thought of going higher, over the storm, or quickly landing somewhere. Before they could act a tremendous bolt struck the plane instantly destroying it, along with the mortal bodies of Saro and Kala Maylon. Amazingly, all of the books were later found, largely intact and still wrapped in plastic. And all did eventually reach their destination.

“When did we die?” Saro asked his guardians.

“Three days ago”, they replied together. Saro and Kala were both thinking what charming voices the angels have.

“We took the three day express!”, Saro exclaimed, “just like I was hoping for”. Kala gave him a big smile and they kissed, their first as morontians. Actually, it was difficult not to smile, given their happy new situation. And they both couldn’t help noticing how youthful and vibrant their morontia bodies are, how different yet similar they are to human bodies. Every second memories of Urantia, their former estate, were emerging in their beautiful, new, morontia minds.

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copyright, re warren 2016

Richard E Warren
AndréParticipant
Sep 9, 2016, 11:38 AM
Dear Rick,

How pleasant to heard from you. It’s been a while, I miss your presence.

What a beautiful lecture I just done. Very inspiring awareness. With such an imagination, you set up a story tell of what might really happens when time comes.

As usual brother still prolific fruitful harvest offer to us.

Thanks you,

André
KerynMember
Sep 9, 2016, 2:27 PM
Rick,

This is beautiful! I felt such joy while reading it. I think you’ve really captured what the experience will be like, according to TUB. The only part I wondered about is this paragraph:

Everyone standing around said in unison, “You are!” She could communicate, she could hear and be heard, and in a language she understood! All was coming together, greater and greater perspective was accumulating with each passing moment. She was awake and alive in the Resurrection Hall of Mansion World one. But where was her family? Why were they not here to greet her? Had her grandparents, parents, dead cousins and friends not survived? So many questions were coming up that needed answers.

My interpretation of TUB is that one needs to carry a “harp” in order to understand the language upon reaching the mansion worlds. Perhaps you made the intentional decision to not get into this much detail in writing the story, which is perfectly fine, of course. Or, perhaps the harp is only necessary when communicated from one world to another (“space communications”), in which case, it wouldn’t be needed in the context of your story.

In paper 47 “The Seven Mansion Worlds”:

^47:10.2 ^(539.4) John the Revelator saw a vision of the arrival of a class of advancing mortals from the seventh mansion world to their first heaven, the glories of Jerusem. He recorded: “And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire; and those who had gained the victory over the beast that was originally in them and over the image that persisted through the mansion worlds and finally over the last mark and trace, standing on the sea of glass, having the harps of God, and singing the song of deliverance from mortal fear and death.” (Perfected space communication is to be had on all these worlds; and your anywhere reception of such communications is made possible by carrying the “harp of God,” a morontia contrivance compensating for the inability to directly adjust the immature morontia sensory mechanism to the reception of space communications.)
BradlyParticipant
Sep 9, 2016, 3:28 PM
So nice….thank you Rick. I think the sense of wonderment and delight and discovery are well presented and very inspiring. We need more and more of such renditions of the adventures to come. Can’t wait till Kala and Saro are Fandor pilots! Just imagine the differences between here and there….

Stories with characters brings an inner illumination of possibilities to contemplate and embrace for us each and all. Funny how fantasy can so elevate facts into new levels of appreciation and consideration.

= ) !!!!!!

"Live loyally today—grow—and tomorrow will attend to itself. The quickest way for a tadpole to become a frog is to live loyally each moment as a tadpole."
ArnoParticipant
Sep 9, 2016, 3:38 PM
Good intro, Rick. I think you should go ahead and serialise your story. Looking forward to the next installment.

This type of effort is quite rare – well, as far as I’m concerned. This is the second fictional account of this specific mansonia-genre I’m privileged to read. The first one was some years ago and written by Harold Sherman. If not mistaken I’ve sourced it by shear chance at Square Circles (my bad, for the life of me I can’t recall the title.

For a moment I was frowning and worried about the boxes of books and their destination, but you’ve covered that :) I’m looking forward to see how this tale is going to pan out…and stirred some ideas of my own that have been stirring dormant way back in my mind :D

All the best in this specific endeavour of yours, Rick!
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 9, 2016, 6:04 PM

Keryn wrote:

Rick, This is beautiful! I felt such joy while reading it. I think you’ve really captured what the experience will be like, according to TUB. The only part I wondered about is this paragraph:

Everyone standing around said in unison, “You are!” She could communicate, she could hear and be heard, and in a language she understood! All was coming together, greater and greater perspective was accumulating with each passing moment. She was awake and alive in the Resurrection Hall of Mansion World one. But where was her family? Why were they not here to greet her? Had her grandparents, parents, dead cousins and friends not survived? So many questions were coming up that needed answers.

My interpretation of TUB is that one needs to carry a “harp” in order to understand the language upon reaching the mansion worlds. Perhaps you made the intentional decision to not get into this much detail in writing the story, which is perfectly fine, of course. Or, perhaps the harp is only necessary when communicated from one world to another (“space communications”), in which case, it wouldn’t be needed in the context of your story. In paper 47 “The Seven Mansion Worlds”:

^47:10.2^(539.4) John the Revelator saw a vision of the arrival of a class of advancing mortals from the seventh mansion world to their first heaven, the glories of Jerusem. He recorded: “And I saw as it were a sea of glass mingled with fire; and those who had gained the victory over the beast that was originally in them and over the image that persisted through the mansion worlds and finally over the last mark and trace, standing on the sea of glass, having the harps of God, and singing the song of deliverance from mortal fear and death.” (Perfected space communication is to be had on all these worlds; and your anywhere reception of such communications is made possible by carrying the “harp of God,” a morontia contrivance compensating for the inability to directly adjust the immature morontia sensory mechanism to the reception of space communications.)

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Thanks very much for the feedback, Keryn. That is the type of feeling I had hoped to evoke.

You make a salient comment about the harps of God. They are only mentioned once; the paragraph you quoted. That quote is in connection with a graduation ceremony from mansion 7 to Jerusem. Since this story is about graduation from Urantia to Mansion 1, it seemed better to introduce the harp later. I suspect the mansion world reception is intended to create a smooth and not-too-great-a-leap transition, so they probably won’t introduce any unfamiliar and possibly confusing gadgets upon our arrival. And since the UB authors say we don’t lose or gain anything but a body by resurrection, I am assuming we retain acquired language, and that the reception team is fluent in all their assigned resurrectee’s tongues. So yes, I did plan to use the harps in the story (wonder how similar they are to our new mobile devices!).

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 9, 2016, 7:04 PM

Bradly wrote:

So nice….thank you Rick. I think the sense of wonderment and delight and discovery are well presented and very inspiring. We need more and more of such renditions of the adventures to come. Can’t wait till Kala and Saro are Fandor pilots! Just imagine the differences between here and there…. Stories with characters brings an inner illumination of possibilities to contemplate and embrace for us each and all. Funny how fantasy can so elevate facts into new levels of appreciation and consideration. = ) !!!!!!

Thank YOU Bradly. It’s truly fun to delve into the teachings of universe facts and pull out a plausible fiction. And yes, stories can be great movers, can’t they!

Fandors are on Mansonia?

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 9, 2016, 7:11 PM

Arno wrote:

Good intro, Rick. I think you should go ahead and serialise your story. Looking forward to the next installment. This type of effort is quite rare – well, as far as I’m concerned. This is the second fictional account of this specific mansonia-genre I’m privileged to read. The first one was some years ago and written by Harold Sherman. If not mistaken I’ve sourced it by shear chance at Square Circles (my bad, for the life of me I can’t recall the title. For a moment I was frowning and worried about the boxes of books and their destination, but you’ve covered that :) I’m looking forward to see how this tale is going to pan out…and stirred some ideas of my own that have been stirring dormant way back in my mind :D All the best in this specific endeavour of yours, Rick!

Thanks much, Arno. Will look for that story, appreciate the heads up, good to know what has already been written.

YES! couldn’t let those books be wasted

Glad to know you’ve been stirred. Write on!

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Richard E Warren
BradlyParticipant
Sep 10, 2016, 1:21 PM
Rick – we visit Jurusem from Mansion world #3! Hoping the adventure tale gets there! Love you. Hate pecking on this phone..haha.

"Live loyally today—grow—and tomorrow will attend to itself. The quickest way for a tadpole to become a frog is to live loyally each moment as a tadpole."
Susan OwenMember
Sep 10, 2016, 6:22 PM
Hi Rick. I don’t often take time to get on the forum, but something inspired me this morning and voila, I found your story. It was exhilarating and inspiring. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 10, 2016, 8:03 PM

Susan Owen wrote:

Hi Rick. I don’t often take time to get on the forum, but something inspired me this morning and voila, I found your story. It was exhilarating and inspiring. Thank you so much for sharing it.

Thank you, Susan! For the kind words and taking the time to read and comment.

Glad that something nudged you :)

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 12, 2016, 11:48 AM

Bradly wrote:

Rick – we visit Jurusem from Mansion world #3! Hoping the adventure tale gets there! Love you. Hate pecking on this phone..haha.

Definitely!!! Kala and Saro are headed that way, Bradly (where you can trade that stupid phone for a ‘harp of God’).

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 15, 2016, 9:22 AM

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Next a Pilgrim Receiver stepped up, introducing herself by name and title, and addressing Kala and Saro by their first names. The Receiver sincerely and touchingly welcomed the pilgrim ascenders to Mansion one, to their new lives as semi-physical beings, to their first stop on the way to Paradise. At that moment they were feeling more like super-beings.

Right then, Kala recalled that Companions are created by Nebadon’s Divine Mother, that Receivers are just one of seven types of Morontia Companions. Before they died, both she and Saro had near encyclopedic knowledge of the Urantia Book’s text. Those memories were still falling into place. Gradually but certainly their former life was coming into the rear-view mirror, thanks to Adjuster memory of things spiritually valuable now making those memories available in their new minds.

After their introduction and welcoming the Receiver expressed genuine pleasure at meeting these two Agondonters from Urantia, whose life records she had reviewed prior to this meeting. How wonderfully charming everyone is, thought Saro.

The Receiver signaled two others in the group to come forward. “Kala, meet your parents”. She was utterly stunned at first, then very happy. Of course! How could she not recognize them standing there? The trouble was, everyone looked so young and unwrinkled. She grabbed their necks, one in each arm, shared an affectionate embrace, and looked into their eyes. Such a thrilling experience to be alive in another body. And what a body! To see and accept her old parents in new and healthy bodies will take time. Everyone here is more like a sibling than an elder or a junior.

Now Kala was once again with her dear mother and father. She had often wondered who would be there to greet her at resurrection. She exchanged words of endearment with her parents, and made plans to catch up when time permits. Saro smiled and embraced his parents-in-law, suddenly recalling the many study group meetings he and Kala attended at his in-laws’ home on Urantia. Kala was a second generation reader, Saro was a first, having learned of the book from Kala.

Then Kala recognized two others. They were her maternal grandparents, kindly relatives she truly cherished when on Earth. She embraced them heartily, saying how much she was looking forward to visiting with them. Her paternal grandparents had died before she was born. She thought to look them up during their ten days of liberty—providing they also survived.

“And you may recall this person.” The Receiver pointed to one that was, without a doubt, her cousin, for whom Kala cried and grieved much when cancer took her away during late adolescence. They were more like close sisters than cousins. “Hello Kala”, she said in a soft voice. “Joy, you’re here!” They hugged and danced in a small circle. How great that she too had survived, and now they had eternity ahead, which no disease could prevent. Kala looked up to Joy, and admired the courage and faith Joy displayed during her illness and right up to her death. They conferred for a moment, also planning to meet later.

All Kala’s family members then circled and embraced her. She quickly looked each one in the eye as she kissed their faces. Saro was beaming at the beauty of this reunion. He watched with true joy and anticipation, knowing the others in the group, the ones standing back watching this resurrection scene, must be his relations. But he hadn’t yet recognized any.

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Then the Receiver asked, “Saro, do you recognize this person?” He peered into the being’s face, then it hit him. “Will! You’re here! I’m sooo glad”. Will died in war when Saro was only 19. He was almost crushed by his brother’s death. It was a difficult and soul-searching period in his life. He had always looked up to his only sibling. Will was much older, and he was truly a good person. This reunion brought tears to their eyes, running down their cheeks. The two of them hugged and agreed to meet and talk after Saro and Kala were settled.

Next, two male cousins came face to face with Saro. They were best of friends all their Urantia lives, Will included. Both Saro’s cousins had preceded him in death, and he missed them greatly. Always was it memorable when they got together to make music. They all four shook hands and had a warm, fraternal, group embrace. Saro couldn’t have been happier, except he wondered why his parents and grandparents were not on hand to welcome him, as Kala’s were. He asked his cousins if their parents had survived, for he loved them too. They had indeed been resurrected and sent greetings and an invitation to visit after Saro and Kala were ensconced in the Melchizedek sector.

Saro hesitated to ask where his parents were. He well remembered they showed little interest in things spiritual, and worried he might not see them again. But he was already feeling trust and affinity for these morontia beings, realizing that all questions would find answers in good time. Sensing his question, Will informed Saro, “mom and dad are still asleep”. He was disappointed but happy to know they would be resurrected at some point. He was recalling the teachings about resurrection; some fuse before going to Mansonia, some will be repersonalized after three days, as with he and Kala. And some become sleeping survivors who will be awakened at millennial or dispensational resurrections.

Everyone was quiet for a brief moment, taking in this miraculous scene, one that was probably routine for the Receiver. Then, spontaneously, they all began socializing, introducing one another, and talking of others they knew who were or weren’t resurrected. Kala and Saro laughed for the first time. How good it was, how rich everything and everyone here! This went on for what felt like half an hour. The Receiver appeared to encourage this social interaction. Obviously it had a stabilizing effect on her newborn charges.

Right now, consciousness of survival was uppermost in their lightening-fast and powerful new minds, along with this charming reception by their beloveds. They could sense that much thought, time, and energy had gone into planning and arranging this birthing, this reception for two lowly but ascending pilgrims from Urantia. All the while, there was a beehive of activity around them as tens of thousands of simultaneous resurrections were unfolding.

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 17, 2016, 11:13 PM

Keryn, Arno, would you give permission to use your comments in the announcement to launch Resurrection Hall on Facebook next week? Your name won’t be used unless you wish it.

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Arno wrote:

Good intro, Rick. I think you should go ahead and serialise your story. Looking forward to the next installment.

Keryn wrote:

Rick, This is beautiful! I felt such joy while reading it. I think you’ve really captured what the experience will be like, according to TUB.

Mara, you were sent an email, but not sure it’s still a good eddress. Thanks all.

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 19, 2016, 1:57 PM
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The Receiver called attention and announced their next move. She pointed to the center of Resurrection Hall and said they should begin moving in that direction. The great round hall is divided into seven enormous sections, and it very gradually slopes toward the center. Each of the seven sections is dedicated to the resurrection of one of the races that typify life on evolutionary worlds. Around the seven sections is an outer ring where beings who belonged to no one race are resurrected.

Kala and Saro were both of mixed race inheritance on Urantia. Both their mothers had immigrated to the United States from Indonesia with a small group of World War II refugees, and then married American men. They grew up not far from each other in a peaceful suburb of Chicago, but had little contact until they entered the same college. It was there Kala introduced Saro to the Urantia Book. Her father was led to the revelation by a friend who invited him to one of the Sunday afternoon ‘Forum’ sessions, at the Sadler residence during the 1930’s.

Kala’s dad attended the Forum for several years before going off to war. After the war, he met and married Kala’s mother. When he heard the Urantia Book was published in 1955, he bought a copy. He and Kala’s mother became life long students. And they were very pleased when their daughter embraced its teachings, but only after a somewhat troubled adolescence.

Kala and Saro had three children of their own. They were grandparents of five, with two more on the way when they so suddenly departed for Mansonia. They reflected their family, anticipating the day they all might be reunited here on Mansonia, or elsewhere in this grand universe. What wonderful surprises they have in store.

They were quite a distance from the center, but it looked especially beautiful, emitting a soft and appealing light. They could see a tall spire reaching into the sky that also radiated a muted light. It is supported by seven thin beams, one extending from each section. “Kala, remember the Temple of New Life described in the Urantia Book?” Saro asked. “Yes, I do. That has to be it”, she replied.

“Newborn pilgrims inevitably desire to thank everyone who helped with their birth, and to offer worship to God for making it all possible”, their Receiver said.

“I do feel that need”, said Kala. Saro nodded agreement. Their whole group began the walk toward the center. These two Agondonters from Urantia were so in the moment, drinking in one wonder after another. They were having difficulty imagining living, working, playing, resting, and worshipping amid such wonders all the time, everywhere. Evidently their relatives who welcomed them had become accustomed to it. They were intently enjoying watching Kala and Saro’s reactions to all this newness.

“This hall can facilitate a million resurrections at once, as I remember it”, said Saro.

“That is correct”, replied the Receiver. “Yours is a special resurrection, and a relatively small group. Approximately 200,000.”

All the groups were breaking up and moving toward the hall’s center, down the broad aisles between each of the seven sections. What a joyous occasion, what a glorious place. They were both thinking that the experience and memory of this moment is worth any suffering one may have encountered in the first life. Words failed them as this reality began sinking in.

As they slowly walked and observed, looking into the faces of many newborns, their relatives, friends, and Morontia Companions, Kala and Saro delighted in the idea of unity. No longer were they in a world where people were forever fighting over religious ideology, secular power, and acquiring property. Everyone here believes in God, is working toward perfection, and is motivated by love. There is a certain and palpable fearlessness here they liked very much.

The closer to the Temple of New Life they came, the better they could discern its main features. It was bowl-shaped with a slightly elevated rim. It was gigantic to Saro’s and Kala’s wide-eyes. It would have to be in order to contain one million resurrectees and their retinues. The great theater was completely open to the bright sunless sky. No roof, no rain, no lightening or hurricane troubled this sphere. The most delicate and intricate artwork covered every surface. Lovely purplish-violet leaved plants with fantastic flowers of all seven colors were growing on each side of the arched entrance they came through. The Temple was magnificently embellished with sparkling gems and shiny jewels from the upper rim, to the vast concentric seating arrangement, to the round stage at the bottom.

The Receiver led them to reserved seats. They were very comfortable, with low backs. They are made from materials that seemed to embrace their morontia skin. Sitting for the first time, Saro and Kala looked at each other and wondered what the rest of Mansonia could be like, given the astonishing things they had so far witnessed.

The din of thousands chattering filled their new ears, their hearing was amazingly clear and easily focused. It took awhile for all groups to assemble. Kala and Saro locked arms and gazed at this moving scene, beings of differing orders gathering in the same place to give thanks and worship. Angels, Receivers, Agondonters and their friends, come together here in celebration of life everlasting, beginning this very day for two humble pilgrims from Urantia.

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When all were inside and seated, an astonishingly beautiful angel (“…a Conductor of Worship” whispered their Receiver) entered the central stage and lifted her hands high, arresting and focusing attention. The audience fell silent. The Conductor remained still with hands held high. Then, as if from everywhere, there came a most wondrous sound. Then another, even more appealing. Music! They were hearing Morontia music. How rich, how moving! They sat in rapt attention as the sounds intermingled and harmonized. It was truly celestial in tone and composure.

Spontaneously everyone genuflected. Some took to their knees, some simply bowed their heads. It was so natural and so appropriate at a time like this. The Adondonters were thankful for continuing life. The Receivers were grateful to be midwives to more new souls for the God they too loved; their dedication and love for this service was obvious. Kala’s and Saro’s relatives were enjoying this as much as they were, recalling their first experience worshipping as a morontia being.

Kala was praising the God she loved, silently, in her thoughts. Saro too. In fact all the resurectees were doing just that. The music was taking everyone to greater and greater heights. Tears began to flow from thousands of eyes. How can God create such things, and in such abundance? The whole experience was deeply humbling and sublimely divine.

Evidently, no words were going to be said at this gathering. How could there be, with no common language? Music was the language that transcended all idiomatic barriers on this day. Then the music stopped. There was a collective moan of pleasure and joy that swept over the gathering. The music began again, but it was much different. These sounds soothed and quieted their minds. They felt the urge to worship, to quietly embrace their Adjusters who had so patiently and persistently worked that they might be here on high, living and breathing as newborn morontians.

It was difficult to judge how long this worship session went on. Saro and Kala were so caught up, time seemed to disappear, and God never felt nearer. They each expressed, in their own minds in their own way, heartfelt gratitude and loving affection for our creator father and mother, Michael, and the Divine Minister. It felt as if they were in a deep embrace with both the Spirit of Truth and the Holy Spirit.

The music gradually shaded off into silence as all sat perfectly still, in unity and loving appreciation. At that moment one of Kala’s favorite lines about worship in the Urantia Book came to mind, one she had memorized and often repeated in times of stress, “…the act of worship becomes increasingly all-encompassing until it eventually attains the glory of the highest experiential delight and the most exquisite pleasure known to created beings.” And this was only their first taste of worship as resurrected beings. One they would surely remember forever.

The Conductor leading this marvelous gathering returned to center stage, not uttering a word, simply raising, then lowering her hands and bowing. That was their exit signal. Saro’s and Kala’s Receiver, sitting next to Kala, leaned toward them saying: “Time to go to your lodging”.

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 21, 2016, 9:33 AM

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The throngs began filing out of this wonder evoking temple, each resurrection group reforming, each one being led by a Pilgrim Receiver to a different abode in the Melchizedek’s sector. As they were exiting, Saro’s and Will’s two cousins regretfully excused themselves, leaving for a prior commitment and promising to revisit him when schedules permitted.

As they strolled toward their night’s lodging the Receiver said to the pair, “As soon as you are settled, you will be free to begin exploring, and hopefully you will also become familiar with the training regime. You may wish to view the registry of those already here, your deceased relatives and friends. After the initial ten days of ‘vacation’, you will begin the Paradise journey anew. For now, enjoy, explore, and most of all, talk with others. Translators will always be available should they be required. And one or both of your guardians is always near.”

Both Saro and Kala then recalled that a day in mansonia was almost three times as long as a day on Urantia. That meant they had about a month to explore, learn, observe, discover, connect and revel in this new life, this amazing world!

Their four angels reappeared at that moment, having departed when Kala and Saro entered the Temple, in order to put the successful resurrection of their wards into the records of Mansonia. How interesting the appearance of these guardian seraphim. They had heads, arms, and feet, but their friction shields were compactly set in their backs, only spreading like wings and enfolding their subjects when they acted as transporters. They fairly glowed with an appealing luminescence. They were obviously extremely bright and capable. And they could move very quickly.

Kala asked one of her guardians, “Would you mind unfolding your shields? Can you? Is that permitted?” Without hesitation they fanned out and slowly did so. The group stopped to watch Kala’s and Saro’s reactions seeing angels with ‘wings’ spread for the first time.

Their jaws went slack and they ceased breathing as they witnessed the most amazing double sets of shields unfurl, extending from the seraphim’s heads to their morontia toes. Angels were indeed charming and lovely creatures to behold. “Their wings look more like energy than flesh” said Saro. It was such a thrill for them to be able to see and interact with these amazing beings, these mind ministers and personal carriers who will literally fly every son and daughter of God to Paradise. The Angels rejoiced that their beloved wards were successful, which meant they too were successful. The love among the four angels and their two subjects was now quite obvious, they could all feel it. After a short embrace the angels departed. But first they promised that one of them was “always available”.

As the group approached the pilgrim’s residential area, their eyes widened. How wonderfully charming the architecture here, and the detailing was superb. Nothing was left to chance, no weeds were apparent, only an elegantly appointed area with plants of many varieties, dazzling flowers of colors they had to stop and examine, smell and marvel at. There was a short and winding garden path to the entrance of their lodging. “That is so beautiful”, they said simultaneously, and laughed as they could not stop marveling at almost everything they had seen on this first day, during these first hours as new beings.

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The group of relatives continued to watch the pair as they entered the roofless abode, very much enjoying and recalling their first day’s experiences as mansion world progressors. “I don’t think I could ever have imagined morontia material. I’m sure I tried to back on Earth” Kala commented.

Saro was now recalling something that always intrigued him, written by one who was granted a vision of Mansonia. The apostle Paul wrote, and was quoted in the Urantia Book, “They have in heaven a better and more enduring substance.” Then he remembered that Morontia material adds one hundred more elements to the one hundred evolving planets have. And how well the morontians used them thought Saro.

The walls of their lodging were high enough for privacy, but the outer rooms had transparent spaces, mansion world windows. At the center of this magnificently constructed little building was a bedroom without windows. It was no less glorious in appearance than the other enclosures and edifices they had seen. The Receiver touched a panel and instantly the bedroom’s walls became windows. “Have privacy if you like”, she said. Touching the panel again, the walls returned. The bed was laced and layered in a most appealing fashion. The pair anticipated their first night there, on another world.

They then moved into the largest room. It had seating all around, with three tables and chairs in the center, obviously intended for guests and socializing. Artwork embellished nearly every surface and article. Saro and Kala were all but over-awed at this point. To bring things into perspective and break any tension they might be feeling, Will asked his brother, “Hey Saro, how do you get to Paradise?”

“I don’t know Will, how?” he said with a big smile, recalling his brother’s quirky humorous side.

“PerFECT, perFECT, perFECT!”, said Will with a broad smile and a wink.

They all chuckled. The relatives were recalling that was one of the first memes they learned on Mansonia. Saro and Kala were both classical musicians and, at that moment, realized Will’s quip was a morontia twist on a trick question to aspiring musicians aiming for Urantia’s highest recital hall–How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice, practice, practice!

The Receivers bid them all sit while she spoke a few words of parting to the group. “Enjoy the rest of the day, Agondonters and new friends. Visit with your relatives Saro and Kala, then spend your first night under Mansonia’s stars. Please feel free to become familiar with the surroundings and make yourselves comfortable here. Before they depart for the night, perhaps your friends will show you how to use the lodging’s features and options.” They nodded. “Roam the Sector if you like, I will be by for you tomorrow at dawn. I have a request to make of you two. But for now, relax. Tomorrow will be here soon enough.” On the way out she embraced the pair and they uttered their most profound appreciation. When they paused at the entrance, the Receiver gave them each a small, flat, round device, and said to make any request by simply asking the device. And she assured them a Companion would be available all night adding, “and of course your angels are always just a thought away.”

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 22, 2016, 10:25 AM

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“Is this a ‘harp of God”, Saro asked, holding up his device as he and Kala returned to their relatives, who were now comfortable and talking in the lodgings’ beautiful (and absolutely luxurious to their fresh eyes) living room.

Will stood and proclaimed, “It’s official Saro, you two are now morontia creatures!” Everyone applauded and Will proceeded to show them just a few of the rudimentary functions of this amazing but innocuous appearing device. “Depict Jerusem’s main Temple”, said Will to the harp. Instantly a three dimensional image appeared before them. They froze and marveled at it as Will caused the image to rotate. All the sights and sounds coming from it were crystal sharp. “Show the main floor of the Jerusem communication center.” The image changed to an astonishing array of displays, boards, and moving images.

“Is that a recording?” Saro asked.

“No. It’s that easy to watch a live view of events and beings on another world”, Will told them. Saro and Kala were shown other astonishing sights until they could watch no more. It was too overwhelming, so many beings of differing hues and morontia forms to fill their minds, plus endless architecture of breath-taking artistic excellence. Will showed them one more place, the central temple on Mansion two. They watched as temple goers moved about the remarkably intricate, be-gemmed and be-jeweled structure. It fairly glowed with light they were certain no human eye could discern.

“Have you been there, in person?”, asked Kala.

“We have, and went there often” said her grandmother, “before we advanced to Mansion three”.

Her grandfather added, “What you will see between here and Jerusem, Kala, will push back every imaginable limit of the possibilities of creative expression. Enjoy each and every minute to the utmost. You both will easily fit in here. It’s so good to see you again, and to speak English again! It’s been awhile. We almost didn’t make it in time to meet you. It was so sudden, your graduation.”

“Sudden as a bolt of lightening”, joked Will.

Where do you live, mom and pop?” asked Saro of Kala’s parents.

“Mansion two”, they answered together. “So GOOD to have you here, Kala, Saro”, said her mother. “Both your brothers are still sleeping, Kala.”

“I was wondering”, replied Kala. “And you Joy?”

“Also Mansion two. Maybe we can visit Jerusem together! But first we have to get to number three. Your grandparents told me they are about ready to graduate to mansion four, then they can visit five! Kala, you are going to love life here, it was made for people like you.”

“Mansion two is my cloud”, said Will.

The day was long but they didn’t tire of talking, reminiscing, and laughing, especially when piecing together family stories of lessons learned from easy and hard times on Urantia. More and more memories of their former life were coalescing in their morontia minds as the conversations shifted back and forth, from that life to this one. Of course Saro and Kala asked many questions about mansonia life, but not nearly enough. There was so very much to learn, do and see. On they communed until the sky became dusky, and the first stars of an unfamiliar night sky were seen through new eyes.

Kala’s father walked over to a service counter, touched a small panel twice, and out came a tray of beautiful golden goblets filled with liquid. “Time to toast our new arrivals”, he declared, and passed the tray around. They both were still having trouble adjusting to how young everyone appeared. But it did seem to lessen any distance between the generations.

Holding up his goblet, her father said in a most charming manner, “Kala and Saro, welcome to Mansonia”.

“Welcome!”, they all said in excellent harmony.

“What is it?”, Kala asked her father.

“Time for your first drink of mansion world water, daughter.”

They were all waiting and watching. Kala remarked, “Funny, we hadn’t thought of drink or food until now.” She and Saro looked at one another and made a lovely resonating sound by clinking their goblets together. Everyone held them high, then took a sip.

“That is tasty”, said Saro, “it’s very pure, isn’t it?” Kala took another sip, a big one. Saro followed suit. Then, they both drank it all to the cheers of the group. It was very satisfying. They asked for another, then a third cup. If water tastes this good to their morontia palate, what will mansion world food taste like? But they weren’t hungry, not at all.

The Pilgrim Receiver had arranged for their relatives to stay at an adjacent lodging, in order that Saro and Kala could have time to themselves. When it came time to leave each one in the party congratulated the pair face to face. They exchanged words of love, and feelings of genuine joy over this mansion world reunion. Kala and Saro fondly embraced each one before departing. The oneness of their spirits with these charming people imprinted deeply on Kala and Saro. For a moment Kala contemplated the stupendous possibilities and limitless potentials for personal contact with a whole universe of beings in eternity.

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 23, 2016, 10:14 AM

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After walking their guests to the lodgings’ front gate, Saro and Kala slowly ambled back to their new residence, arm in arm, stopping, observing, commenting, and just breathing the magnificent air. Their bodies were exquisitely healthy, and marvelously sensitive, surprisingly strong and responsive. They certainly weren’t tired or needing rest.

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Looking up at the moonless sky, with faint light from several nearby suns, evoked a kind of joy they hadn’t felt before. They kissed under those stars for the first time.

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“Well, seems we are no longer married”, said Saro.

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“I was wondering about that. Think we will be separated?”

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They turned off their house’s lights, and laid down for the first time. On their backs, staring up at the stars from their ample and divinely comfortable bed, Kala wondered aloud, “What direction is Paradise?”

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“What do you think happens to that water we drank?” asked Saro. They laughed at the vast difference between their two questions.

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“These bodies are fantastic, aren’t they! Maybe water is evaporated through our morontia skin.” Kala pinched Saro’s left arm.

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“Take off your wrap”, she said.

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“Take off yours.” They stood up, removed their garments, and looked each other over.

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“No genitals, no anuses”, he noted. “But you still have your female form.”

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“And you are still wedge shaped. And I like your hair.” They ran their fingers through each others’ short manes.

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“Your morontia hair is beautiful”, said Saro.

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“Yours too!”

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“Hair appears to be optional here. No doubt you noticed all we newborns have the same hair. But our relatives have different colors and lengths”, said Saro. “Maybe it’s a choice, but everyone starts out with this.”

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“It is a choice, I asked mom about it earlier.”

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They laid down again, keeping still for long while. Then Saro began massaging Kala. She did the same for him, something they had always done while in human bodies. It was unhurried and especially pleasurable.

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“These feelings and senses of this body, so far, I like very much,” mumbled Saro as Kala massaged his new shoulders.

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“And this is just the first of 570 body versions. Remember that from the book?”, asked Kala.

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“I do. And don’t we get 491 more versions between Jerusem and Salvington?”

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“Oh, that’s right.” She was recalling so much of the fifth epochal revelation, the divine hand that was plunged into the affairs of humanity in mid 20th century Urantia. It was the teachings of this book she had embraced as a child, thanks to her parents. It was a book they both studied and talked about many, many times while traipsing around Urantia disseminating its text and its teachings for 50 years. “Let’s take a walk, Saro.”

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This time they exited from the lodging’s back gate. It was dark out, but they had no trouble seeing under the starry sky, their night vision was excellent. There was a heavenly little park behind their abode, with crisscrossing paths and perfectly formed shrubs, beautiful statuary, an array of trees great and small spread throughout, and a host of lovely flowering plants.

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Along the paths were low walls, some with inscriptions, but in a script they didn’t recognize. They stopped at one, Kala reached out to touch it. Instantly the script translated to English. They looked at each other and smiled. “Should have known.”

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“It says, ‘Human things must be known in order to be loved, but divine things must be loved in order to be known.’ Blaise Pascal, Urantia’”.

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Saro recalled, “that quote’s in the Urantia Book. Wonder who else in Urantia’s history has been to this place.” They noticed another inscription across the path. He touched it.

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“This one is by someone from Anova. Remember, that’s the System’s oldest inhabited world? It says this being was the first one to reside here.”

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They lost track of time, wandering through the park, sometimes stopping and simply taking the beauty in, sometimes sitting quietly watching their passing thoughts and filing away questions. The urge to worship arrested their attention several times that night. It felt good to indulge the urge wherever they were. At times Michael’s and Mother’s spirits felt closer, then God’s. Passersby completely understood, because they too indulged the urge. Apparently it is universal in the grateful resurrected children of God.

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 24, 2016, 9:54 AM
DAY 2. The Welcoming

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As the pair watched their first dawn appear from atop a charming, three tiered gazebo at the park’s center, morontia animals began skittering to and fro. Colorful birds with long feathers flew and sang. It was an unforgettable experience, combined as it was, with the growing realization of the implications of life eternal, everlasting friendship with God, serving forever in the great cosmic family.

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“Guess we’d better return”, said Kala softly.

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“No.”

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She laughed. “Let’s go, you bum. Aren’t you curious what the Receiver wants us to do this morning?”

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“I miss the kids already. It could be a long time before we meet again. What if they have to wait for a millennial, or even a dispensational resurrection?” Saro said thoughtfully.

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The short walk back to their lodging was with few words. The sense of this place was very evident to them by now; here is love, fearlessness, peace. “No war, no weather, no wind”, mused Kala.

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“I feel it just a bit once in while.” replied Saro. “There has to be some atmospheric movement…but the temperature here is just right, isn’t it?”

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It was twilight and the sky was so appealing. They sat, facing each other, on a low sculptured seat that shone like polished platinum, looking over the other’s head at the gradually dawning sky of their first full day on this paradisiacal world.

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The Receiver arrived just as they walked to the back entrance. Meeting at the front entrance, Saro invited her in, “You are a beautiful creature, more beautiful than yesterday.”

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The Receiver smiled and it lit up the room. “Ready to go to work?” she asked.

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The pair stood silent a brief moment, then simultaneously replied, “Yes!”

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“Your help is needed, but certainly not required. There were several Urantian Anglophones in your resurrection group, but none had ever been exposed to the teachings of the Urantia Book. Resurrection can be a bit of shock to the soul for some. We were hoping you two would volunteer for a short period this morning, before your ceremonial welcome, and briefly convey your understanding of where they are, how they got here, and where they are going, then answer questions they will most assuredly have. We have found hearing it from one of their own sometimes helps ease the impact of transition. You are in no way obligated of course, and this is after all your free time.”

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Kala and Saro immediately let her know they would be delighted to be of service in this way. Then they asked about the welcome ceremony and were told it will be at midday in the great banquet hall adjacent to Resurrection Hall.

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“Please meet me mid-morning at the hall, at the chamber where you resurrected. I will have the group gathered there,” the Receiver said. “Between now and then, you may wish to study a chart of the being-types to be encountered on M1. And a tutorial about your new bodies might also interest you. Your harps will connect you to our central library and all archives.”

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“How will we know it’s mid-morning?”, asked Saro.

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“Your harps monitor the local time beacon. Is there anything else you need?”

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“No, nothing,” answered Kala.

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“No,” echoed Saro.

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“Thanks much to you both. The meeting will not take long. After, we will attend your formal welcoming, from representatives of your creator parents, among others. And from two of your long ago predecessors, the first souls to graduate from Urantia.”

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They thought for a split second, “Andon and Fonta!”

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Richard E Warren
Richard E WarrenParticipant
Sep 25, 2016, 12:08 PM
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When Saro and Kala arrived at Resurrection Hall on the first morning of their first full day on Mansion I, their Receiver led the group to a relatively quiet, semi-enclosed area where they could be seated. There she introduced the group of 19 somewhat mystified souls (along with their assigned Receivers) to the pair. She informed them that Kala and Saro were fellow ex-Urantians who speak their language.

The Receiver went on, “Speaking for the Companion Corps of Mansonia 1, we hope you all enjoyed your first night on our world–now your world. Your Pilgrim Receivers deliberately put off your less pressing questions until this morning, in order that you might acclimate overnight and somewhat absorb yesterday’s experience before receiving instruction from one of your peers this morning.

The mansion worlds became known on Urantia by contact with celestial agencies present on every evolving planet, and by certain men and women, like Paul of Tarsus, and John Zebedee, disciples of Jesus who sojourned on Urantia well before you incarnated. Some of you are familiar with those teachings, teachings that were expanded on the Earth in a little known revelatory text that Kala and Saro found early in life. In this “Urantia Book”, which was given to your former world as an epochal revelation, there is a description of the seven worlds to which you have ascended. Some of you have a better idea than others about what has happened to you, because your soul was touched by Michael’s Spirit of Truth that now hovers over all evolutionary worlds. The name of the planet you died on is Urantia. And the world on which you now reside is Mansion I. It is not made of cooling star material like Urantia, it was built, constructed for just such a purpose as it now serves. Soul nurseries like Urantia provide ascending souls to the Mansion worlds, where your journey to God continues.”

The Receiver bade Kala and Saro give their history with the revelatory text discovered while on Uranita and its effect on them. Kala related how her parents had discovered the Urantia Book and introduced it to her as a child.

“Saro and I knew each other from childhood, but didn’t really notice one another until college. Right after that I showed him the book. Almost immediately he took to it. After school we married and spent the rest of our lives studying and spreading its teachings, along with our work of course. We were musicians and teachers of music. We are also parents of three who are still on Urantia. Maybe you already have been told your relatives and friends might actually join you again?” All nod.

“This book that we so treasured, and couldn’t stop studying, painted a million word picture of the universe with a God of love at its center, and with his off-spring as co-creators seeding the cosmos with life. There are not only billions of inhabited planets like Urantia, there are billions of galaxies that have billions of stars whose planets might bear life, life of inconceivable diversity. Every part of Our Father’s vast universe is under the supervision of an order of beings. Even your inner life has God at its center”, explained Kala passionately.

They had both done this very thing many times on Urantia–introducing the Urantia Book to small groups. Flashing in their minds were memories of hundreds of presentations of the Urantia Book given to a wide variety of humans during their former lives.

Saro spoke up, “When humans die, their souls can be resurrected on another and better world. We have been reassembled in a new body/mind, but with our original personality and the same fragment of God that indwelled us on Earth. This is what has happened to all of us. Have you been told already that resurrection depends much on whether the deceased person had even a flicker of faith? We learned back on Earth–and you now know its true name is Urantia–of the existence of the seven mansion worlds through the Urantia Book’s revelations. We were taught–and we rightly believed!–that resurrected mortals will gradually pass through these seven worlds on the way to achieving perfection and sometime be embraced by God on Paradise. We’re in different bodies, aren’t we? So this has to be true.”

Kala added, “Michael bestowed himself seven times across Nebadon, from the highest to the lowest levels of our ‘local universe’. He even incarnated on Urantia, as Jesus, the last of seven bestowals.” Their hearers were somewhat stunned by all of this, but they couldn’t deny they woke up in a better place, with beings who seemed to be in charge and know perfectly well what is transpiring in this magical place. They especially liked hearing from Kala and Saro.

The group was attentive to their every word, but not grasping all that the Receiver and the pair were trying to convey. Kala and Saro continued offering revelatory details and personal insights, the Receiver intervening as needed, explaining and reviewing that Nebadon is a creation of Michael and his co-creator mate, the Divine Minister of Nebadon. They create worlds by the number, there will be 10 million inhabited planets when done. These worlds evolve life of a great variety.

Then began a long series of questions and answers. Some Kala or Saro answered, some the Receiver. This group of 19 survivors were all intensely curious, therefore good and quick students. They had come from several religious traditions of Urantia, but without exception they were happy to be alive and in this peaceful place of amazing appointment. None complained in the least. And they were especially interested in knowing more about Michael and the Divine Minister. They were informed of the greetings from ambassadors of the father and mother of Nebadon at the banquet reception they were so soon to enjoy.

The meeting was ended in order not to be late for their own reception. As they strolled toward the banquet hall, group members continued asking questions of the pair, and the Receivers.

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Richard E Warren

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