The Book

By Theresa Winstead-Moten

The Book is written straight from the compassion of my heart and spirit to enlighten young people and older. This book is about a child of God, formed and molded by the blessed hand of God and born into a spiritual realm unknown to human kind, becoming a warrior traveling through spiritual dimensions of the motherland on an incredible journey of mysterious adventures of her life, heading into her destiny through great faith, set in another time of the universe to learn of God's knowledge, understanding, and wisdom. I pray that you be blessed as you read the book and will encourage you greatly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 25, 2019
• ISBN: 9781643007625

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The Book

THERESA WINSTEAD-MOTEN

ISBN 978-1-64300-761-8 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64300-762-5 (Digital)

Copyright © 2019 Theresa Winstead-Moten

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Table of Contents

Introduction

The New Birth

The Birthing Place

Preparation Walk

Life’s Journey

The Bridge of Hope and Destiny

Cradle of Life

The Rock of Ages

Expect the Unexpected

Special Delivery

The Long Path Home

The Bridegroom Table

The Storm of Life

Reunited

Greater Union

Go Tell It on the Mountain

About the Author

Introduction

By reading The Book, I pray that God will touch your heart through your struggles with great hope to be faithful and to be encourage receiving his peace and joy. Most readers, young and old, will probably love this book. It has easy-to-read amazing stories, mysteries, and tales of adventure. The miracles and excitement will keep you fascinated.

In my darkest moment in life, I’ve fallen short during my painful times. Unfortunately, I’ve never known a mother nor father, a big hole of suffering emptiness within my broken soul. Finally, I was adopted by God into his holy regime. Learning about God the Father has made a difference in my life. Through my trials and tribulation, I know I’m not alone. I believe in a God of second chances. I’m inspired by his knowledge, understanding, and wisdom.

This book is a reflection of my life. Written to enlighten you, this book is written straight from the heart and spirit. The Book is about a child of God molded by his blessed, holy hands born into a silent world unknown to man. This child is to become a spiritual warrior, traveling throughout spiritual dimensions and learning about God the Father. It’s an incredible adventurous journey in the mystery of life. The child faith, set in another time of the universe the spirit realms, learning of God’s knowledge, understanding, and wisdom.

As you read the book, I pray that you would be blessed as you read the book would encourage you greatly.

1

The New Birth

In the beginning of the mystery of time, the skies rolled back, heaven opened a mighty unseen force, and the universe was plunged into darkness. Moving upon the heavenly host, stars immediately burst into existence. The moon sat high to the east, empowered with knowledge, and the stars in all directions. Coming about it taking their rightful position. Suddenly and swiftly a pure bright flame pierced the thick darkness. A wise new star, full of wisdom arose, traveling across time and space. There was the face of the moon, strong and full of resistance, never able to be touched. The moon (full of knowledge) and this great star (full of wisdom) were sharing space and time. The two descended into the uttermost greatest darkness. Adrift into space to integrate into the universe coming together for the beginning of understanding. Miraculously through the strength of heaven, the mighty unseen force, overshadowed and conquered the moon. Suddenly, through the power of its glory, the wise star entered into the tabernacle of this moon.

Now in the midst of the universe in a great gathering of hosts, each of the supreme hosts began to perform dramatic parts as well as act upon their part. This supreme source is one of the only kind union of an unexpected existence in the midst of this universe. The moon began glowing ever so brightly. Up to this point within the womb of this moon, the birth process has taken place, which is the supreme purpose of this union. The moon slowly rising, traveling across the mystery of time, the bright flame then a rose and began to follow, within this time frame a strange web of blue clouds traveling across the years of time mingle among the hosts. Immediately, the wind scattered the clouds to the highest power of the universe. Miraculously, out from the womb of this moon gave birth into the deep tangle of clouds. Suddenly, bright flames were shown among the firmament of heaven. Quickly, the wind took command and swept the clouds away, the swiftness of this great wind plunging into a private world.

In this world, the Master of Lights, the keeper of the lighthouse tower, stood on the staircase. Out in front of the tower, there he was alone in thoughts and silence. Not far from where he stood, the web of clouds slowly pierced through the darkness of this lonely land. The strange light suddenly attracted his attention. Although his eyes accustomed to the darkness, he stood for a moment, seeing something that would not quite come into focus. Never had he seen such a strange sight. His gaze was focused upon the clouds. Mysteriously, he observed the glorious blue clouds descending, sweeping across the bare, spacious ground, and then landing smoothly. The Master of Light, anxious to get a closer view, hurried down the narrow staircase and rushed out in pitch darkness. Walking faster and faster, his robe hung loose from his tall, lean body. He saw the webs of clouds getting closer. It was enormous.

What is that? he murmured to himself. This was a new sight to him. Trying to get a really good look, he walked quickly. As he got nearer, the glow of the clouds were so bright that he staggered backward, put his hand over his face, and slowly approached near the site. Then he paused and lowered his head to look as the clouds vanished instantly from sight. It . . . It’s just disappearing. he murmured, looking about. He spins around but couldn’t see anything. How strange, he wondered as he stood there for a moment; sparkling eyes searching the darkness. He then continued to move further. Looking a few feet ahead, a shiny object came into view. He then came about slowly. Suddenly, he paused again and stood still. This is an odd thing, he said out loud to himself, staring at a shiny bundle on the ground.

For some moment, he just stood there in amazement. Finally, he approached it in slow motion and knelt down beside it. Hesitantly, he unfolded the little shiny material, peaked inside, and gasped in surprise. There laid a tiny soul wrapped in the finest shiny material of the universe—the glory cloud. His head dropped down, looking closely at the tiny soul. What is this? he wondered with an expression of curiosity on his face. Yet for some moments longer, he was still trying to figure out the odd image. Shortly after, another strange thing happened, a strong swift wind arose. His confused thoughts were interrupted. Feeling somewhat disturbed, his gaze now slowly swept throughout the land. With the wild wind whipping his long golden hair, the Master of Lights stood up. Instantly, a bright light burst out from within the firmament of heaven. At once, the wind subsided. Looking up, he frowned as felt strange heat on his face seeing the magnificent glow shining brightly upon the tiny soul.

During this moment, the Master of Light heard the voice of thunder from the highest power. He recognized the voice who said to him, Take heed and listen to my voice. The God Almighty spoke, This prophet of the Most High, which is born from my belly and carried from the womb of the moon by my mighty power for my supreme purpose. The Master of Light was amazed hearing the voice of the Almighty. After a moment of silence, the lights disappeared and wind completely ceased, only a witness of clouds he viewed. He felt such a wave of joy hearing this wonderful news. It was then clear to him that the birth of this soul is extremely special. Now he knew what to do. Quickly but cautiously, he wrapped the soul. He grasped the bundle firmly in both hands. Slowly and gently, he lifted the nestled soul, hurried to the tower, climbed up the lengthy staircase, and clutched it firmly in his arms as he entered into the lighthouse tower he called the powerhouse. Inside the walls and floors are made of clay. There it is always so quiet for he is the only one of his kind in the silence of this world. Inside these thick clay walls, multitude numbers of brilliant rays of beaming lights, swirling about the ceiling.

The Master of Light called upon them the gifts of the mighty spirit. He unwrapped it slowly, observed it, and covered in his hand with stardust. Soul lit by the rays of the beaming lights were greeted with great warmth. He held the tiniest spark of light in the palm of his hand. You’re unlike the others, he muttered. His intellectual eyes gazed upon it. What a strange thing for the Almighty to do, he said to himself pacing back and forth. The Almighty knows what he is doing, I have no doubt about that.

Deep in thought, it suddenly dawned on him immediately he paused in his steps. I know may perfectly what to do he murmured words aloud. I must prepare a place for it. Without delaying another moment, led by the Holy Spirit, he hurried through the empty distance. Downstairs to the lower level of the tower, he walked the long dark passageway. Reaching the end, he headed toward the back door and entered into the greatest darkness, darker than dark itself. He stared out into a dark damp ground and there he entered into a place of beginning life. He knelt down to the soft delicate bundle and laid the soul on the ground. There he began to dig in the foundation of an open tomb. Working hastily, he was digging down into the soil with his bare hand, which felt sticky. The Master of Light, knowing all the right things to do, had confidence in his work. Finally, he took a rest, brushing the remaining stardust from his hands. His eyes gazed upon the beauty and loveliness of the soul. Although it was impossible to see clearly in this darkness, he continued to work with much confidence, until he was satisfied with the vault made of the potter’s clay. Within the sweet soil of this holy ground, stardust were strewn on the surface of this open tomb. Inside the tomb, he laid the precious soul to rest. Immediately, the soul cleaved into the solid black dirt on the ground. His eyes gazed upon it with wonder for it was so different that what he had ever seen.

Time after time, as soon as the Master of Light awakened, his first care was to look upon the soul. He mysteriously observed the Almighty works to find the soul had sunken further into the mirror clay of the ground Wrapped in darkness, it cleaved ever so tightly within the open tomb as if the ground were swallowing it. Continuously, for a long while, he looked upon the soul with great interest. Quite puzzled he returned to the tower. The Master of Lights lived alone among the magnificent beaming lights. He laid on the dirt floor, looking up toward the high ceiling to behold the glory of the wondrous power of these eternal lives. Their motions were so pleasant, watching them fly about the tower. Finally, he silently sank into sleep. Periodically, when the Master of Light awakened, he eagerly rushed out of the tower once again. He appeared at the soul resting place, the cradle of life. He found with pleasure that the soul had grown in length. I never saw a more interesting creature, he thought. Looking at the soul closely, he noticed a significant change. Staring curiously, this was strange to him. He was surprised to discover it had grown twice its length. This was a mystery to him that he did not understand. In silent mystery, he waited and wondered to see if there would be any other visible changes. Waiting a long period of time, even though there were no other changes, he headed back to the tower. He felt himself fortunate in being able to take part and witness this miracle. Time after time, he visited the soul’s place of rest as usual, but at this appointed time, he was standing directly in front of the open tomb and gazing down into the ground. Suddenly, his eyes have an expression of curiosity. This seems impossible, he thought. It appears to have transformed into something unusual. He couldn’t see it well enough to be sure. Wait, what is this? he wondered. I . . . I have never seen a more interesting creature. He knelt down over the tomb. It was hard for him to distinguish it at first, but it was becoming more and more visible before his very eyes. What . . . What is it? he thought as he fingered his thick white mustache, puzzled.

Actually, what the Master of Light was seeing were lines of skin and bone becoming more visible to his sight. He rubbed his bewildered eyes, knelt down, leaned further over the open tomb, and watched the rapid progress of this mysterious process. How wonderful! he gasped. His heart leapt with excitement discovering the soul rapidly being shaped exceedingly human. Surely the Almighty God is performing mighty