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In the distance I see, in the middle of the great city, a large city on top of a large hill surrounded by an expanse of parks. In the middle of the city within the city, I notice a rotunda at the center of a large building. The architecture is difficult to describe. It is the most beautiful building of all. The rotunda is pure gold, clear like glass. It emits a light that comes out from it and causes everything to be bright. There are no shadows or sun. {20}
I now feel as though I am getting too high and need to descend. I make a large turn and am now over the immense valley and have an even better view of the great wall. I am not able to see the end to the left or right. As I fly back, the people are still coming into the city. The guard looks at me as if to say, "Welcome home.” As I come in to land, my body rotates and my feet gently touch the ground. I walk up a small incline to return to the temple and think about how easy it is to climb.
I then see Jesus leave a group of people He has been talking with. As He walks it is as if all acknowledge Him as the Creator {21} of the universe. He meets me and the two of us discuss the things I saw and experienced. He smiles and laughs quite often. I notice His hair is bright white, {22} not parted, but straight back and curly to His shoulders. His skin is well tanned. {23} I do not notice the color of His eyes--only the extreme love of the love of the love. {24} All that I saw in heaven was nothing compared to what I saw in the eyes of Jesus.
The two of us walk and talk together for quite some time. One of the things we talked about was how beautiful the music was that I heard in heaven. I mentioned that it was unlike anything I had ever heard in our worship services on Earth. I asked Him if He enjoys the music and worship services we have. He responded, “That is just it. They are your worship services not mine.” He said that some of the music we have is inspired not by Himself, the Father or the Holy Spirit but by a whole different spirit.
He then told me that He instructed His prophet, Ellen White, to write about our worship services. There are times when we think we are worshipping God but we are actually worshipping Satan. A portion of it is found in Early
Writings, page 54, as follows:
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