heavenly dimensions

Uncharacteristically, I found myself reading Revelation 4 & 5 and it fascinated me, confused me, and yet left me somehow with a faint hint of feeling like I had seen stuff like this when the Spirit lets me see.  I thought; "if I could close my eyes and rise into the Spirit, and read this at the same time, I think I could see it".  It was a strange thought and yet, it made sense to my heart.  How can the four living creatures around the throne, look like four distinct creatures and yet also have eyes everywhere, even within them.   Then I remembered "God inhabits the praise of His children".  That's another one.  How can God, Himself, inhabit praise?  Just as "the Word was with God, and the Word was God".  How can Words be God?

But something seemed familiar and suddenly I could see in my heart the dimensions being more than one, or two, or three, but more.  Like when I saw the accident my children were in, and yet I was looking at the TV.  I described it like a hologram in the middle of the room.  I could see through it and therefore, I could still see the TV.  Yet, I could see the accident very clearly.

So, I thought of those creatures around the throne as being like a hologram, with the outer shape as the creature mentioned; lion, ox, man, and eagle.  Then somehow the eyes inside just a little and again farther inside. 

I thought about the fact that they praise the Lord continually day and night; and yet in other places they are doing and saying other things.  How can this be? 

I have listened to testimony's and story's of people describing experiences of seeing heaven.  I remember one who said he could step on the flowers and they would lay down and spring right back up; or bite into the juicy fruit which would drip onto his robe and yet there would be no evidence of it.

It is definitely such a different place than this one.  A place of more than three dimensions.  A place of such beauty and perfection that we can only barely begin to fathom.

I've heard the music cannot be described because of it's many facets and beauty.  And there I can relate a bit.  The moment I stood in that church and God enveloped me in His beam of light/water/love/music I heard that sound very faintly.  That was many years ago, but it's something I'll never forget.  The beauty was indescribable.  And yet no one else around me saw it, or heard it, or felt it.  How can that be?

I read today about the emerald halo/rainbow around the throne.  I cannot imagine it in my mind, but my spirit says there is familiarity there.  My spirit knows this stuff.  It probably knows because His Spirit lives inside me.

I love being in His presence.  No thought of sadness can live here.  It seems like a dream.  Yet, I know with all my being that it is very real.  Not only is it real, it is the forever and ever kind of real.  This reality that we know is not.