The Atmosphere between Heaven and Earth

By Theodosia S. Henderson

I am who I am because of God's grace and mercy This book is not just for me, but for everyone. When you have favor with God, All things are possible to those who believe. As for me, I believe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781642140538

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Acknowledgment

My special thanks to Page Publishing and to those who show interest in my book and help me to get it out. Thanks to GOD for making it possible.

I hope you enjoy this book!

Introduction

The atmosphere between heaven and earth.

The atmosphere is the one surrounding earth.

The heaven is the sky and universe as earth’s security.

The earth is a land surface of the world.

The clouds a visible body of very fine water droplets.

And the sun a star is the basic of the solar system and life on earth as source of heat and light.

And rainwaters condensed from atmosphere vapor and falling in drop

The rainbow and arc of all seven colors appearing in the sky, opposition of the sun as a result of the refraction of sunlight in drop of rain.

Chapter 1

I SAW WITH MY EYES

Six o’clock early morning.

Looking toward the hospital, I saw with my eyes, the sunset rising,

Flashing in my face in a circle; changing from lime green and pink and blue with yellow.

WHAT

A remarkable color in the sky . . . A dark golden mustard yellow light as bright and so beautiful

Right before me I saw the sun’s secret once again.

Something, jumping inside, then . . .

The sun turned red, a dark cherry blood like with black.

A rainbow came out and faded away and eight balls of red explores from the sun and then went in different direction;

In my eyes the yellow and black has white lights peeking through watching me,

while navy blue dots and dark red cross the sun again;

looks like Satan with horns.

The sun so shines with yellow lights and gray around the middle with a pretty pink.

Oh, look, and see pink and blue was the color of the sun.

I saw faces of all kinds and shapes, mostly all some with features and some without features, keep coming and then vanishes away

A narrow path with gold designs and a man praying laying down against something

Then a baby girl angel appeared wearing pink, blue, red, and gold.

I saw a sunset and Jesus’s face.

YES! HE was there, so near and dear;

Friday morning while waiting to see the sunset and clouds,

And what kind of expression it’s given.

The clouds a light blue, and a gray bird flies higher up in the wet, damp sky.

Smoke coming down from the chimney and plants while cars moving fast backward and forward on the highways while everyone seems to be sleeping, I guess

Or getting ready for work, maybe school or just reading, watching television, or listening to the news, or just like me . . . Talking to GOD and praising HIM.

The school buses went by headed on their way to pick up children, making their daily route downtown. It rained hard last night but not as much here, just enough.

We had a, whether, scare in another part of the city.

It clouded out, and the sunset in the sky wasn’t much to see because of the clouds and grayish, blue mist stands in the way this time of morning.

In which I live now, my view, the area is like a ghost town in horrible movies;

except for the noise from the television.

My friend walks the floor all night smoking when I asked him nicely to stop:

I’m on the oxygen tank, in my nostril feeling sick and congested.

I love watching the clouds; you experience something so real.

While I’m yet keeping my eyes on the light, someone walks down the street when my eyes caught attention to another cloud as it moves toward the hospital with a bright light, as it speak to me letting me know that GOD has a way to let us know that HE takes care and watches out for the sick and needy, and HE also watches over you and me and the sunset.

With yellow on top, sizes, and colors big and small with mixed colors of reddish pink, appear on the blue dots, that moves to the south acting all out weird where I used to live . . . blue dots and red and then the sunset disappeared.

After the sunset left, twenty birds or more went west as the clouds came out in bits and pieces, upper in the sky thundering sounds and rain on the way, hot and muddy, and the clouds that are spreading faces are showing while eyes are watching someone hiding in a bush staring and sweating; then a pretty girl she was the sweet little child you seem out in the far distance of the cloud . . . A black man with one eye open and the left closed; nose and mouth. The mouth spoke to me and said, Are you going to write me down? And I said yes. Yes, I am right now . . . higher in the sky; airplane’s landed on the children’s hospital on the top roof; and lights on and lights off, lifting up to go home.

Up and up and away, an airplane fly south. The lights came on, and JESUS was hanging on the cross bright as a lighting, then the light turned into a running stream and a car, road, and mountain, a nice ranch home stood out. The sun dark a light of yellow on it. I saw a face then another one, a ship, in the thick blackness as the storm fight the waves of the waters off the sun peeked out from a cave hole. Then the mountains asked me saying, Could I come out now or stay in? White lights watching me as I write. It’s hot out today riding down I-81 at 3:30 am. JESUS CHRIST sitting in the moon like HE was waiting for me; and the moon was dark yellowish like a tan, gray as we were heading down in Pennsylvania. The sunset came out ’round six, so beautiful as a picture frame built around it. I prayed faces next to the moon with a small self-made face drawing in the sky smiling. A sign, a home, shown standing in a field next to a gate opening up wide, while gray, tan, and more homes with graves in the yard. Three crosses and a church on both sides of the street and quiet. While some people were sitting on their porch in Sandy, GA, Sheila, the sun came through in style shining right on us in our face as a puppy licked all over our face then I spoke to her and said, "Hello! Stretch out my hands toward her rainbow to touch it out from my window, from the car. Jealous plays a role in the sky on earth; many deer, half bodies of them lying scattered all over the highways as if someone were riding faster and hit them. It was a mess to see! Blood everywhere, and the deer this one were laying there with its legs up without a head. Singing out loud while we riding; this song came to my mind;

If you try JESUS, He’s all right, all in between cars and trucks, I had to get this in my book. Green and white city bus, cars and people dangerously exploring the areas as words from the Bible came from across the sky; in the words, JESUS said in Matthew 19:14, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven. It’s a reason I went that way! Because of the child, the look on her face. Then it goes on in Matthew 18:10, which says, Take heed that ye despise not one of these little ones; for I say unto you; that in heaven their angels do always behold the face of my Father which are in heaven. After reading this, I went far to Matthew 19:13, then they were brought unto his little children that HE shall put HIS hands on them to pray: we need to pray for our children as well as for others. In the meantime, still sitting here watching news on television about racism in Salt Lake City, UTAH, before they had to elevate from New Orleans during the Katrina attack. The very sadness and shocked moment the dark sky with a small brighter light (red) from a building looking like Christmastime coming earlier. Oxygen tube running up my nostril; the experience we face every day . . . we have to take a risk how to relate around other people too! Waking up in the morning, yes, of course, I want to see what the colors are going to look like! Out from the window, the areas are very peaceful and lonely. Going to bed with almost everything and waking up to nothing. No homes, cars, lost a love one, so many people are gone. I feel your loss and pain yet! Life must go on, it has to start all over again; now don’t forget to thank GOD for that new life. The sunset came back out in a close glance over the hospital once again. A place for protection: six birds (tiny) flying west as they looked for food for their loved ones. OH MY GOD! the Sun Sheila as I call her, big with such a beautiful strong light with one eye. Blue, red, sun lights and black, I watch the red disappeared. Three more red lights fly out all but one red one was knocked down on top around a brim that sat near the back of the hospital. Just then, I overheard a siren. I saw a Medical Service truck going down the highway. I always prayed that no one got hurt; 6:25, the sun turned into a pillow white soft cotton of clouds, a picture that flashes before my eyes . . . flashing as six more birds pass by me. They fly across and over from on and off, from tree to trees. Going east, west, and to north doing their thing. I turned over just to see the time.

Light on the pole peeking through my shade at my window. A flower color eye, yellow, reddish, inside, lay in the middle bumble bee flowers. We used to call them, when I was a child. Do you remember those days? They look like daisy with one eye. I said to myself, Thank you LORD for watching over us: 8:45, it was thundering outside, and I missed the sun. Yet dark a little that I couldn’t think right; my mind was on the clouds. I suppose I was tired, lacking rest. I finally woke up to acknowledge GOD and HIS existence: GOD IS GOOD! Laying back down for a while, looking up toward the sky, blue and white, break through the day at five early in the morning. After ten minutes before the time, a black bird fly to the left and to the right. Five forty-five, still no sunset; the sun up in the clouds turned a gray off white in a foggy mist, then the clouds lift up with red spots and pink in different colors. In the area where the sunset used to sit.

Just then, an oval diameter of pink shade lights with white. A fist, a hand, opened up wide half open, then I saw a face lying sideway with eyes closed. Another face with a nose, then a sad puppy, the hand moved not as much yet. It’s still there. Watching a movie when the clouds got my attention, what I witnessed in the sky. This is very true! As you were sitting here instead of me. A narrow path with a tiny stream and trees in a dark forest of the mist. Three people on a horse, a male figure, standing only for a moment: I turned my head just for a second to grab a