And He Told Me He Loved Me

And He Told Me He Loved Me

A Story by Rukiya Productions
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Introduction--- And He Told Me He Loved Me-- And we would be together forever, and that was the last I saw of him-till the blessed hereafter.

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And He Told Me He Loved Me

And he told me he loved me and we would be together forever, and that was the last I saw of him-till the blessed hereafter.  A call came in there has been an accident, and as I dropped to my knees my heart stopped beating for I knew our lives were forever meant.  With tears streaming down my eyes, I heard the caller announce the devastating words.  How can I tell our children, how can I crush their world.  I run from the house and it all is too much to bear as I crank the car and speed to wards the hospital, I am blinded and unaware.  A car swerves in front of me and I swerve off too the side - I am hit from the back and the car begins a nose dive, as I fall from the cliff--I stare at the approaching ground with fear and desperation, please Lord don't let me die--I am the means of my families salvation.  

The impact is hard and I black out, there I lie still in something like a sleep, and I hear my husbands voice, saying baby wake up please.  Where are you I softly moan, anxious to see his beloved face, yet nothing is the same everywhere is cold, and I feel so out of place.  I can't see you baby where are you? Come to me right away, and as I feel the cold breeze approaching I see a foggy image engulfed in haze.  Are you dead I ask him and his answer was simply yes--then am I dead too?--how can I see you?-his reply was more alive than dead- he guessed.  I don't know this place, I am lost and in need of help, but I felt the sadness in your heart, and my soul longed for you as you wept.  I was standing in the distance and I felt your spirit come near, then I followed the smell of you, and it lead me here.  

This has to be a dream I said, this can't be real--you can't be dead--and if I am here with you--then my children's lives flash through my head.   Oh no--I shouldn't have left them--they don't even know what is going on--as far as they know we are working soon on the route to coming home.  We got to get out of here--as I try to see myself there is nothing to see.  The world around us is void and empty.  We hear steps approaching and a exalted voice as we drop to our knees and bow our heads--you both are alive, it is your bodies that are dead.  I have brought you to this place, in order to purify your lives for this mission.  It is necessary that you become purified to bear such witness, you two will be the man and woman to replenish your nation-you two are the chosen heavenly sent.  It is required that you walk this earth as angels in the form of human.  It is required that you obey my commandments if you desire to live again in unison.  What must we do to be saved--I softly ask of this Great Spirit?  

You must devout your lives to saving the lost, as you acquire a kingdom for your people to inherit.  And my husband softly asked--how can this be when we are without an army, how can we rebuild something that is lost in ignorance and hate, tortured without union or harmony?  It is necessary that when you go back--you write and devout your hands to the doctrine which shall be revealed, it is important that you leave works of enlightenment, less your legacy be never sealed.  You both must change your lives, and move into the destinations presented, you both must secure your seeds aggressively, less the enemy come forth undetected.  As the rules and principles were spoken unto us--so was all knowledge received and memorized, as our hearts beat with a new found excitement for life, our spirits realized.  We were having an out of body experience--yet alive and able to comprehend-all the testament of our existence as the most noble and powerful of man.  The Great Spirit left as it appeared in a gust of wind-cold as ice--we where then returned to our normal way of living, we were again rewarded with life.  

I open my eyes in the car, and though I can't move I am aware and hear the sirens of help.  As I am placed in the ambulance, I am so bewildered by all that was initially revealed and felt.  As I make it into the hospital--the doctor approaches--your husband is waiting to see you--this makes my heart beat wildly--but I got a call saying there has been an accident--then my husband approaches me worried yet smiling.  Baby I thought you were dead--I got a call saying that you were gone--he sat beside me and said remember--I only went to our heavenly home.

So what happened was really true--you were there-this is not a dream?
My love this is a reality and we must carry on and accomplish all things.  I can't believe what has just happened-and if I told someone they would say I was crazy as hell--and as I check my phone for the last number that called--the display is restricted-and I am like swell.  How do we know it happened and as I looked at the center of our hands--there lies a mark of a symbol-and with awe I re-witness the mission-the call for our stand.  Baby this is really scary--and I don't think I can deal with it all.  And he told me he loves me and together we will never fall!

To Be Continued--

Join me again reader and enjoy this everlasting saga of resurrection and power!

 

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© 2012 Rukiya Productions


Author's Note

Rukiya Productions
The love of soul mates is a universal association of destiny--the soul will forever yearn for the mate of its desire-- in order to be as one with all that exists- the bond of heart, mind and spirit call forth that special someone- when this union connects- no power in heaven or earth will separate the bounty and blessings of life eternal.

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Added on January 24, 2012
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