Remembering Eden

There is a spirit in me, perhaps it is my spirit, that remembers every detail about the Garden of Eden, including the fact that there was indeed one tree of life, and one tree that led to destruction. The tree of life blossomed every week, and bore new fruit every week because it could never be bare of fruit, and we ate everything that it bore by the end of each week. We didn't have to climb the tree in order to access the fruit. We merely stretched our arms toward the fruit we desired, and the branch succumbed to our desire. We didn't have to wash the fruit because the ether kept it clean. We didn't need to remove the seed because as soon as we touched the fruit, the seed made its exit from the core. When we fell, it was because we wanted to, and when we slept, it was because we wanted to sleep. There was never a point in time when we had a desire that wasn't met, in all its glory.

When the Lord God said to me that I needed to return to the Garden of Eden, I knew he meant that I needed to have faith, that I needed to trust him, that I needed to know that he was, is and always will be in control, if I want him to be, if I choose eternal bliss, if I shred the devil's garments that were placed on every soul, if I say to God Almighty, "Will you cleanse and make me whole?" If I seek the Lord's anointing will my fate no longer be intertwined with those who claim to be apostles of the Lord? Will I see the Lord's messengers as the ones who do obey, as the ones who always and forever will obey?

Heavenly Father, make me whole, shred my filthy rotted garments that the devil had bestowed, clothe me with the robe of light that no ether can corrode, clothe me with the crown of gold that no earthly man can steal, fit my feet with shoes of gold that will never need a sole, make my uniform a testament to my eternal abode. God Almighty will forever and forever and forever, will forever and forever and forever, will forever and forever and forever be the only God whose voice I shall hear, the only God whose voice I shall heed, the only God whose voice I shall know, the only God whose voice shall never cease to be.

Eastlin