The Language of Eden

(An excerpt from Lightstream. Copyright, 1996, R H Langen, www.lightsreambook.com)

Before the Tower of Babel during the days of Adam’s grandfather, a language was spoken by all of the inhabitants of the garden of earth. It was comprised of words which when used in certain combinations could invoke, call the presence of human spirits… and divine personalities. These statements, while powerful, were spontaneous requiring no rituals or preparation. The force which generated the appearance of these spirits and personalities was love, the blood and body of God.

The gardeners only spoke when necessary and as they were abiding in a climate of love everything they intoned was creative, and visualizing. That which they spoke became visible. That which they heard became visible. That which the Lord of the Garden spoke became a separate Living Entity.

The Lord of the Garden was of an eternal, universal lightstream. Each syllable uttered by the Keeper of the Garden was an explosive act of creation and could with equal force create or devastate the entities within a considerably distant earshot. He was handsome in appearance of luminous face and eyes of the depths of galaxies. His windy words sprinkled seeds and his humanity rendered him as vulnerable as the rest of us; subject to pain, discomfort, the foibles of the body. He was easily humored by children and his entire reason for being was related to the welfare of His Father’s children, the community of mankind, His fellow gardeners. He was the perfect pedigree pruned as it were by God the Father Himself.

When men spoke among each other, it was always necessary to exercise the utmost caution because the fabric or weave of this spiritual substance in which they existed was constantly at risk of being unraveled, by thoughtless action, suspiciousness, undue thinking, malice, competitiveness – all fears, absences of love, areas of shadow.

So vigilance, eternal vigilance was expected of each of these guardians of the Garden. When all were of common will and enjoying the obvious and tangible pleasure of doing the Father’s will, they worked easily in concert and the sound then emanating from the fields, green hills about the meadow and from the ragged mountaintops was the sound of a song, a song of praise and thankfulness. And God the Father Himself, sang in return, harmonizing with His children as the body of love increased in volume and an extreme pleasure beyond the intensity of any prolonged sexual climax was known by every free-willed adult.

Thus when one said “Flower,” a flower somewhere within earshot burst quietly into life. When one called for mother, her individual, loving spirit, her personality, her reality, her face aglow with wisdom, love and life would indeed appear. You could hear her laugh. When one said “Horse” with a will to create, one would appear over the hillside shortly, at one’s service. Man is the Lord of the Garden - the winds, the beasts of earth, sea and sky are at his command. The grasses, forests, and all plants are here at his bidding. Simply reap and tend. Simply enjoy the activity of this reaping and tending. And then multiply this perfect gene many times so beauty and balance in humanity will easily prevail by volume over the asymmetrical and the deformed, prone to iniquity.

That this gardener pruned even his own kind was not subject to false sentimentalities. Man was charged by God to remain perfect even as He is.

The animals were equally subject to this selective process, so after generations, these different varieties, horse, pig, cow, etc. were magnificent; their colors and their musculature of a sublime beauty and there in the perfect, dense environment, robust with life, charged with color, they were stunning in their beauty, delicious in taste: beef, venison, pork, moose and more.

The Garden then offered, as it does yet, a variety of weathers as one traveled north and south and so also existed an endless variety of species. And as one traveled, it was obvious he was of the will of God and so, of course, warmth, trust and joy were automatic, stranger to stranger, place to place.