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“There are countless concerts, chorales, recitations, and musical improvs every night on M1 that music aficionados like you would surely enjoy. In fact, one is very close, and it happens to feature the work of a composer from Urantia, one you researched briefly at the registry. He is now a member of the Celestial Artisan Corps, and he will conduct tonight’s concert. You of course recall the classical composer, Handel?”
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Kala said, “I do! In fact, we were part of an epic production of his Messiah. Remember, Saro? We were in London. It was an unforgettable experience.”
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“Yes, I recall,” said Saro. “It was moving, divinely so.”
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“There are seats available. Messiah is the feature, and this version he recently re-re-adapted for the morontia sound spectrum. I have experienced previous versions, and have anticipated hearing the newest with keen relish. How fortuitous he should be debuting his latest while you are here. Care to attend?”
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“YES!!” said the pair in harmony.
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“The amphitheater holds 300,000”, Solonia informed them on the way to the concert. It was almost full when they walked in. The variety of beings in attendance was staggering. The musicians were already tuning their instruments. Even that cacophony revealed new ranges in their morontia hearing.
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On the way to their seats they walked past the orchestra. The pair was riveted by the variety of instruments they saw, some recognizable, some quite elaborate and very strange in appearance. The “Great Harp” was indeed immense, “with seven thousand strings played by seventy Celestial Artisans,” said Solonia.
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They took seats high on the theater’s rim and immediately felt at home, luxuriating in the delightful concert atmosphere, but now on mansonia. Both were thinking of trying each of the mansion world instruments, and playing the morontia equivalent of their instruments of training with a group of celestial musicians.
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Then proceeded a wondrous experience in sound, the complexity of which pervaded the depths of their being, and the soaring heights of which well complemented that morning’s flight over M1. The live mixture of choral song and instrumental sound exceeded anything they had previously experienced. Saro and Kala were enjoying every note, chord, and strain, playing it on their respective instruments in their minds, where so much music memory from their Urantia lives was now surfacing.
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They left the concert so moved there was nothing to do but stop outside the exit gate and worship the God who created the potentials, possibilities, creators, administrators, and inspiration that produces such experience. They were not alone in worship, as a ring of humble and grateful beings, of many orders, formed in the spacious park grounds surrounding the amphitheater.
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After a while, when a majority of the post-concert worshippers had departed, Solonia excused herself saying she would arrive at dawn to escort them to their counseling session with the Evangels. The trio enjoyed a loving embrace after which Solonia summoned a transport to her abode.
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The pair stayed and indulged yet another urge to worship. They lay face-up on soft grass, becoming absorbed in the night sky. Their connections to the Divine Indwellers were improving significantly with each day’s passing. Neither of them had felt such firm and continued connectedness with their Indwelling Paradise Partners as they now were.
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It was past midnight before they called for a transport home. Viewing M1 at night from the air for the first time was a perfect ending to such a day. They embraced and kissed as they flew over a vast landscape of life and light, where never a body dies nor ages. Their satisfaction was supreme.
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Kala and Saro followed their now established pattern, walking through the park behind their cottage before retiring. They were feeling very much at peace within themselves, and more in love with God, life, and each other, than ever. And tomorrow they would discuss their immediate destiny with the Seraphic Evangels.
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Saro remarked, “You know, as exciting as all of this is, what’s going on inside is more so. I’m sensing the same happening with you, yes?”
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“I was wondering about you too. You’re feeling much closer to your Adjuster?”
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“I am feeling more and more connected,” replied Saro. “His messages are flashing directly into my mind, clear and dear. There is clarity and the sense that we are as one. And! I’m almost certain of sensing his rejoicing. You?”
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“Yes. It’s beautiful for all four of us…And it has to do with this culture, it’s bent toward one purpose, one that aligns with our purpose. It’s the unity we always wanted and tried to create on Urantia–it’s a spiritual environment.”
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“It feels right. Very right,” said Saro. “What all’s in the UB about the Evangels we’re meeting in the morning.” He accessed the related text. “There are several mentions…Seraphic Evangels do more than one thing.”
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“As I recall, it was an Evangel who ‘whispered to the shepherd boy’,” Kala said.
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“It was. How many times did we read that prayer on Urantia?” Saro read it to her once more:
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“The Gods are my caretakers; I shall not stray;
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Side by side they lead me in the beautiful paths and glorious refreshing of life everlasting.
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I shall not, in this Divine Presence, want for food nor thirst for water.
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Though I go down into the valley of uncertainty or ascend up into the worlds of doubt,
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Though I move in loneliness or with the fellows of my kind,
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Though I triumph in the choirs of light or falter in the solitary places of the spheres,
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Your good spirit shall minister to me, and your glorious angel will comfort me.
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Though I descend into the depths of darkness and death itself,
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I shall not doubt you nor fear you,
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For I know that in the fullness of time and the glory of your name
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You will raise me up to sit with you on the battlements on high.”
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“What will the Evangels advise,” Kala pondered. “Have you thought much about routes? I haven’t.”
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“I haven’t either. There’s so much we don’t know.”
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“Let’s rest, my love,” She caressed his face, he kissed her cheek.
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