Roger and Gloria

Roger and Gloria (Part One)

A man named Roger on his way to Heaven. The lights behind him look like
sky lights. The colors bring him out beautiful, the bare ground is very
nice. He’s looking up and holding the light up in the golden background.
There’s an eye in the foreground that belongs to the one who wants to
watch over him and keep track of him. A beam brings the light, but I’m
just trying to pour out what I hear. He’s trying to get the light in the
eyes, because he wants it there.

It’s glorious! The light is enough to cover something, whatever you are
going to do, honey boxes in the background, a light in his hand. Roger is
touching his own hair. The shine of the light is a halo on his head.
Red, like a lobster, warm, like a tree, and the bottom of the tree covers
his face. You can hardly make definition of his face.

He’s a dead Job – that’s my brother. He put his own name, Job, but we’ll
call him Roger. He kept doing that telephone thing. Roger is a musician.
Music is the whole soul. Roger plays a violin that sounds like light and
imagination. I don’t think dilly-wamper is going to do it. Get all this
together. It sounds like Heaven, a light musical instrument. He’s not
afraid, dragging through the skull and bones. It all shows up in the air.

His sister plays the violin, too. Her name is Gloria, like glorious, it
sounds good. Gloria is already in Heaven, waiting for her brother. She
has the ability to see him, more than he has the ability to see her,
because he’s not there, but she is. Things happen wonderfully up there,
or miraculously, or gloriously, whichever one you want to use. God’s hand
at work, that’s what I think. He’s in control.

But the tree upside down on its head looks funny, real funny, and a horse,
and a sleigh, and men, and animals, and a tiger in the back outlined in
yellow, and there’s a big circle, and his shirt is sticking out, and that
handball by his foot – God is not capable of fixing all of that. God will
add to it.

We need to embrace Gloria, because she is in the story. The picture needs
to get bigger to embrace Gloria. Will you see coffins and dead people
everywhere? Bring that picture next time, because it shows the story.
The graveyard shows something subconscious. That’s a good point. When we
get to Part Two, we’ll embellish it from there. We’ll bring it together,
then.

Roger and Gloria (Part Two)

I think she’s crazy. I think I’m fairly sane, I don’t think I’ve crossed
the line yet. Gloria is going to see Roger. She will find him. It’s
going to be hard, because of these kind of eyes. Need a different deal.
What color are they? What size and shape are they?

Gloria has brown eyes. Her eyes stay closed. She sees him with her mind,
her imagination. She remembers what her brother looks like. Those things
(the headstones) happen.

Gloria comes down from Heaven to find Roger. It ‘s windy and breezy.
Normal temperature. A lot of water, running in the line. Like an
elevator coming down. Soft and easy. Smells like roses. Roger is glad
to see her, overwhelmed, trying to get it all out, all the talking.
Everybody is trying to feel good with each other, and the mother,
Belibina. He feels really bad, because he wishes she was alive.

Belbina is with Roger and she is overwhelmed, too. Speechless, just like
Roger. Gloria, say, “Peace be with you. “ They calm down. Gloria goes
back up to Heaven, her mother is coming home with her. Roger wants to go
with them, so they can be a family again. Roger will go to the grave, but
he has a way to go yet (hand motions like traveling along.) It’s too
preposterour. They’re dead. They’re not traveling like they’re taking a
trip. God only knows how they are traveling. Leave it up in the air.
That’s the only way we need it.

Roger-and-Gloria

Mixed Media by Lisa Deneka

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