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During their extended seventh level liberty, the pair received their seventh and eighth body/mind adjustments. Looking back, they could see, with each adjustment, a growing ability to discern a wider variety of beings, to reach ever deeper levels of worship, and to learn more easily. Morontia vision was expanding, their souls were well nigh bursting with the joy of intimacy and oneness with their Indwellers. All the challenges, experiences, acquired wisdom, and spiritual values of lives well lived were culminating on M7. Kala and Saro were feeling closer and closer to God, Michael, and the Divine Mother, with each day’s passing.
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At the end of ten days on M7, the trio enseraphimed to visit the World of the Father, transition world number seven. T7 is very different from the other six, in that no one lives there. It is known as the ‘silent sphere of the system’. Worshippers from all the System’s worlds commune with the Universal Father in T7’s great temple of light. It is the only activity on this quiet world whereon no residents may be found.
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Kala and Saro were immediately and divinely captivated by the power of the connection they felt on the Father’s world. Being indwelt by fragments of the Universal Father created a natural resonance during their most beautiful, fulfilling, and transcendent worship yet. So enraptured were they by worship on this sphere that time and space merged in the moment creating the sensation and the reality of the ultimate unity of all things and beings. Divine attunement was approaching the highest levels possible at this juncture in their eventful journey.
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Solonia remained with them and enjoyed the additional pleasure of Adjuster enhanced worship in the pair’s presence. The quality of worship on T7 also seemed to be improved by the many types of high beings in attendance. As worshipers flowed on and off the sphere, in and out of the great temple, all appeared to share the same feeling of joy in the intimate knowledge of being a personally loved and divinely adored child of God. So intense, intriguing, and compelling was their worship that before the pair realized it, the day had passed, during which they received many new, vivid, and unimagined insights into the nature and character of God.
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As the light began to fade the trio left the central temple to discuss Saro’s and Kala’s plans for the remaining nine days. They took stairs to a high promenade that offered a view of the magnificent temple of light below. They were enthralled by the transcendent beauty of it. No word was spoken for a long while.
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Finally Kala said to Solonia, “Thank you for staying with us all day.” She squeezed her hand in sincere appreciation, then asked Saro, “How do you feel about remaining here?”
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She joined them for a meal upon their return. While they ate the trio discussed their individual experiences worshipping on T7. Kala and Saro tried to express how much they enjoyed the pure, unbroken, and shared adoration between God and child. They attempted to describe how beautiful it was hearing music of the realms, and receiving enlarged picturizations of the cosmos from the exalted perspective of their beloved Indwellers. And how the worship experience continuously expanded over two days.
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After listening to their descriptions, Solonia said, “In worship I relate to the Father, but through the Mother, they are one, of course,”
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“Solonia, have you ever wanted, or wondered what it would be like, to host an Adjuster?” Saro asked.
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“We see and live with Adjustered ones everyday, so naturally some have on occasion speculated about it because of the remarkable attributes, creative potentials, and inspiring values we observe in you. But perhaps no more than ones like you wish to know what being a Morontia Companion is like. That said, only the Gods know their creatures from the inside. Which reminds me, you two are certified as having attained the first psychic circle. The news came during your days within the Father’s bosom on T7.”
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Saro and Kala were not surprised to hear this. They had already realized it from the inside, so close and intimate were they with, and in, God. Their worship experience on T7 felt as if it was a final stride of their inward journey to oneness with the Divine Indweller.
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The trio then debated Kala’s and Saro’s next step of their outward journey, whether to tour the seven prison worlds that surround T7. Solonia asked them, “What was the answer to your prayers?”
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Kala and Saro glanced at each other and replied at the same time, “Yes.”
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CHAPTER 2 – Reunion
Next, a Pilgrim Receiver stepped up, introducing herself by name and title, and addressing the pair by their first names. The Receiver sincerely and touchingly welcomed Kala and Saro to Mansion one, to their “new lives as semi-physical beings,” and to “their first stop on the way to Paradise.” At that moment they were feeling more like super-beings.
Just then Kala recalled that Pilgrim Receivers are a type of Morontia Companion who are created by Michael’s mate, the Divine Minister of Nebadon. Before they died, they both had near encyclopedic knowledge of the Urantia Book’s text. Those recollections were quickly falling into place. Gradually but certainly, reflections of their former lives were coalescing in their morontia minds, thanks to Adjuster memory transcripts, acquired soul values, and God-given personality, now combined and resurrected in a new morontia form.
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. Kala and Saro couldn’t help but notice how charming and genial she was.
The Receiver then signaled two in their reception group to come forward. “Kala, meet your parents.” She was completely stunned at first, then very happy. Of course! How could she not recognize them? The difficulty was that everyone appeared young, vibrant, unbent, and unwrinkled.
She reached out and took one parent in each arm for an affectionate embrace, then looked into their lovely morontian eyes. Such a thrilling experience to be alive and in another body that is so exquisitely sensitive and highly responsive. But to accept and integrate the fact that her elderly parents are also now in new, robust, healthy bodies would take time. It then occurred to Kala that everyone here is more sibling-like than an elder or a junior, that generational differences disappear when everyone is forever young.
Now she 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 laid plans “to catch up.” Then Saro embraced his parents-in-law, suddenly recalling the many study group meetings he and Kala attended at her parents home on Urantia. Kala was a second generation reader, Saro was a first, having learned of the book from Kala.
Then suddenly, Kala recognized two others. Her maternal grandparents, kindly relatives she truly cherished when on Urantia. She embraced them heartily, and at the same time came to a fuller realization that she must now begin relating to her parents and grandparents as equals, as ascending peers and aspiring souls, contemporaries in the long pursuit of perfection. Her grandparents congratulated them on survival, and secured a promise from the pair for a long visit.
“And you may recall this person.” The Receiver beckoned one that was, without a doubt, her cousin, for whom Kala had cried and grieved much when cancer took her away during late adolescence. They were more like sisters and best friends than cousins.
“Hello Kala!”
“Joy, you’re here!” They hugged and danced in a small circle. What good news that she too had survived, and now they had eternity ahead, which no disease could prevent. Kala looked up to her, deeply admiring the courage, wisdom, and faith Joy displayed during the illness and right up to her death. They conferred for a moment, planning to meet later for a “day on the town.”
All of Kala’s family members then circled and embraced her. She quickly looked each one in the eye, then kissed their cheek. Saro was beaming at the beauty of this reunion. He watched with true joy and anticipation, knowing the others in their group, the ones standing back watching this resurrection scene, might be his relations. But he couldn’t yet identify any.
The Receiver then asked, “Saro, do you recognize this person?” He peered into the being’s face. Suddenly it hit him.
“Will! You’re here too! I’m so glad.”
Will died in war when Saro was only nineteen. He was all but crushed by his brother’s death. It was a difficult and soul-searching period in his life. Saro had always admired and emulated his only sibling. Will was much older than Saro, and truly a good person. The two of them hugged and agreed to meet, talk, and roam, after they were settled.
Next, two male cousins came face to face with Saro. The three of them had been best of friends all their Urantian lives. Both cousins had preceded Saro in death, and he missed them greatly. Always was it a memorable occasion when, as boys, and as men, they gathered to make music, oftentimes with Will as band leader.
They shook hands and shared a warm, fraternal embrace. Saro couldn’t have been happier, except he wondered why his parents and grandparents were not there to welcome him, as were Kala’s. He thought to ask his cousins if their parents had survived, for he loved them too. They informed Saro that his aunt and uncle were expected to reappear at the next millennial resurrection.
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. Saro was now recalling the teachings about resurrection; some fuse with their Indweller while on the planet of nativity; some die and are re-personalized after three days as he and Kala had; and some become sleeping survivors who will awake in morontia bodies at millennial or dispensational resurrections.
After the introductions and welcoming, the group was quiet for a brief moment, enjoying the aftermath of this seemingly miraculous resurrection, one that was a routine occurrence for the Receiver. Then, spontaneously, the two families and their newly resurrected relatives began socializing, introducing one another, and discussing others they knew of, ones who were or were not yet resurrected. Kala and Saro laughed for the first time during the exchange. How good it was to laugh and feel the joy of being, how rich everything and everyone here! This went on for a while. The Receiver appeared to encourage the social interaction. Obviously it had a stabilizing and bonding effect on her newborn charges.
Right now, consciousness of survival was uppermost in their quick and powerful new minds, along with an appreciation for this warm reception by their beloved family members, charmingly facilitated by the Receiver. They could sense that much thought, time, and energy had gone into planning and arranging this birthing, this new beginning for two lowly but ascending pilgrims from Urantia. All the while, the pair was becoming more aware of the hive of activity around them, as tens of thousands of simultaneous resurrections unfolded in the great hall.
Next, the Receiver asked for the group’s attention. She pointed to the center of Resurrection Hall saying they should begin moving in that direction. The vast circular 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. Their mothers were long time friends who had immigrated to the United States from Indonesia with a small group of World War II refugees. After the war, they met, dated, and married American men—newly discharged soldiers. Kala was an only child, Saro and Will had no other siblings.
The pair grew up not far from each other in a peaceful suburb of Chicago, but had only passing contact until they entered the same college. It was there Kala introduced Saro to the Urantia Book. Kala’s father was led to the revelation by a friend at work who invited him to one of the Sunday afternoon ‘Forum’ sessions, at the Sadler’s north side residence during the late 1930’s and early ‘40’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 while on Urantia, and they were grandparents of five, with two more on the way when they so suddenly departed for Mansonia. They were both thinking of their families at this moment, anticipating the day they might all be reunited on Mansonia. And the wonderful surprises their children and grandchildren have in store!
Their group was quite a distance from the central temple, but it looked especially beautiful from their point of view, emitting a soft and appealing light. They could see a tall spire at its center, reaching into the sky, 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.
Their Receiver said, “Newborn pilgrims inevitably wish to thank those who helped with their resurrection, but even more they desire to offer worshipful thanksgiving to the Paradise Father for making survival possible.”
“I do feel that need,” said Kala. Saro nodded agreement.
Slowly, their group began walking toward the hall’s center. These two Agondonters from Urantia were feeling very much in the moment, drinking in one wonder after another. They were having joyful thoughts, imagining living, working, playing, resting, and worshipping amid such wonders all the time, everywhere. Evidently their relatives who welcomed them had become accustomed to this wealthy environment, free of animal fear, cosmic ignorance, and physical disease. Their families were thoroughly enjoying watching Kala and Saro’s reactions to the newness and thrill of being alive in a fresh body with a new mind, and on a better world.
“This hall can facilitate a million resurrections at once, as I recall,” said Saro.
“That is correct,” replied the Receiver. “Yours is a special resurrection, and a relatively small one. Approximately 200,000.”
Now all the groups were breaking up and moving toward the hall’s center, ambling 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 of this moment is worth any suffering one may have encountered in the first life as a corporeal being. Words failed them while this reality filled them to the brim with the sheer joy of the consciousness of resurrection on a mansion world.
As their group moved down the aisle toward the central Temple along with the gathering flow, Kala and Saro observed the faces and forms of other newborns, comparing them to each other, to their relatives, and to the Morontia Companions, all the while delighting in the underlying premise of Mansonia; the idea and ideal of cosmic unity–everyone knowing and venerating the same God.
No longer were they in a world where people are forever arguing over religious ideology, struggling for secular power and influence, and fighting over territorial sovereignty. There is a palpable fearlessness and a pervasive spiritual unity on Mansonia that the pair liked very much. It felt like they had come home to a place they had never been.
The closer to the Temple they came, the better they could discern its main features: bowl-shaped with a slightly elevated rim, and gigantic to Saro’s and Kala’s wide-eyes. The great hall of resurrection and its central temple are completely open to the bright sunless sky. No rain, no lightening, no earthquakes, and no hurricanes trouble this sphere.
The Receiver pointed to a majestic sculpture at the very center of the temple and said, “That is the Michael Memorial. It has Gabriel’s seal, with the words: “In commemoration of the mortal transit of Jesus of Nazareth on Urantia.” (188:3.11) Saro and Kala were once again following in this footsteps.
They were noticing that beautifully intricate artwork covered every surface, that well appointed sculpture accentuated every corner and post, with which morontia plant life was very tastefully integrated. Lovely purplish-violet leaved vines with an array of colored flowers were climbing each side of the shiny arched entrance to the Temple of Life. Indeed, the temple area itself is magnificently embellished with sparkling gems, shimmering metals, and shining jewels from its outer rim to the intervening concentric seating arrangement, to the round stage at its center and lowest point.
Kala’s Guardian said to the pair, “We leave you in the Receiver’s experienced hands for the moment, and go to officially register your resurrection and record your status as morontia survivors. We will rejoin you after your commune. And know that we are always watching over you, even if not seen.” The pair thanked them, embraced them, and took note of their quickly growing affection for them. The four Guardians then moved away so quickly as to vanish.
.The Receiver led them through the arches and down to their reserved seats. The chairs were very comfortable, with high backs and cushioned armrests. They were made from materials that seemed to embrace and comfort their morontia skin. Sitting for the first time, Saro and Kala looked at each other and wondered silently and simultaneously 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. Hearing was astonishingly clear and easily focused. Indeed, all their senses were becoming sharper. As the other resurrectees entered the temple and sought out their places, Saro and Kala sat watching, listening, and waiting. They were thoroughly enjoying the spikes and nuances of their new senses, stimulated by the sights and sounds of 200,000 fellow resurrectees during these initial moments as morontians.
It took awhile for all groups to enter and find their seats. As they did, Kala and Saro sat side by side, continuing to gaze at this fantastic scene of their fellow beings, all gathering in this one place to give thanks to, and engage in the worship of, the God of All Creation. These humble pilgrims have come together here at this time and place for a celebration of life everlasting, and the One who made it possible, beginning anew this very day for two God loving Agondonters from Urantia.
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Chapter 5 – Reception
After escorting the group of newborn pilgrims to Banquet Hall’s entrance, the Receivers departed, exhorting their wards to enjoy the remainder of the day, and to be ready early tomorrow for a day of orientation.
.Banquet Hall is an immense low-walled enclosure that can seat millions. It is open to the sky as are most other mansion world enclosures. Inside they found the artistry, the sculpture, the interwoven colors and decorations to be more beautiful than anything they had yet seen. Entering the massive arena with its diverse and ornate refinements was literally breath-taking. Kala and Saro stopped for moment to appreciate its transcendent beauty.
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RESURRECTION HALL
A Mansion World Odyssey
Chapter 8 – Orientation
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