After the time on Saturday as a class, I went image searching and found no matches for what I want this memorialization to look like. I picture this beauty of me, my ability to see beauty and be beauty, as multi-faceted light.  

Surrounding the light is a castle-like structure that floats in my river. It has lots of windows and doors to refract the light from different angles and through different colors. In the left front, when it is not rotating (yes, it does!) there are insets into the floor of books. But they are not there for the cognitive. They are there to testify of the transformation that came through them. Often they are paired, like how when Father decided Madame Guyon and Mike Bickles Song of Songs should be paired in my life. There is a thin silver tall file that is labeled “my times are His” and it is a record of the timing of Father in my conception, birth and life. There is a set of sails that sometimes resemble flags that soar at the top when Holy Spirit ushers himself into my atmosphere. There is a below decks within this structure so that I can go sit in the deep with Jesus, particularly when I am emotionally intense. He has posters the walls with his memories of me that have delighted his heart and he calls beautiful. There are two ports towards my north that the Lord uses when he sets me on assignments that involve the supernatural. There are two ports towards the south side that are somehow linked to stars. As I have spent time here, it reminds me of the PBS series of videos on string theory, and the whole structure seems to have the ability to fold in or expand out. The sounds come from the back and are always changing but when there is a sound in my external world that matches this internal area I recognize it and am fulfilled by the alignment. There are instruments there I am not fully using yet. There is a kitchen on the deck and it seems that when I prepare food there are elements of creation that add unique spice, smell, and texture to the food. There is a whole floor of this structure that holds bedrooms and it reminds me of a dream I had in 2004, where I lived in a house that had seven bedrooms and that was it.   

What is quite wild is that when I started my healing journey, I had an interior landscape of a castle. It was all doors upon doors upon doors with locks and chains and dungeons and no light. I remember the day when I co-labored with the Lord and he and I blew it up. That was the day he became my peace. 

On one of the floors(not a floor floors) of this structure there is a bridge with a palm tree that is planted where something improperly positioned had previously been. It connects my north side with my south side in an unusual way that embraces the beauty of me. Around that is a gold ring that amplifies out that beauty as a light that helps me see the beauty in others.  

Above that are lines and fabrics with different textures and colors that carry the names, character, and nature of himself that he has revealed to me. So when I am seeing beauty I can match it to the beauty he has shown me of him. 

This memorial will float with me as I move forward in time. It will serve as a testimony and a place of refreshing. It will also weave into my future and be expanded upon over time. I have not yet begun the concrete physical structure on the earth to remind my flesh of this, but so far this has been tremendously fun and I have been reminding myself in the morning and during the day of this place in me that I can see this beauty and call it beautiful, knowing that he did so first, and you all have agreed with him about me.