The Imagination is truly a wonderful thing that makes things never seen, seem real. I dreamt of Pat last night!  We have all read: we are “…  born a natural body: it is raised a spiritual body.” (1 Corinthians 15:44) She was radiant and had a brilliance but, was immediately recognized as my beloved Patricia. Our bodies were us at our best, powerful and strong but as if we were water. We were able to merge with each other as two rivers merge into the ocean. It was like a sexual experience in which that ocean all around us participated, welcoming us.  It was warm, comforting and very pleasant. Our bodies were real, visible, capable of being handled, and recognizable. There were no trumpets, no cymbals and voices shouting hosanas, just my Beloved Patricia, me and the felt presence of God. We were on a rock-bound coast like Patricia’ well loved Nova Scotia Shore, we were in our idea of paradise. And there higher up on the shore was that home Patricia and Christ had gone to prepare for use in His Fathers house.  We were in Communion with God and each other. I know, I know, the emphasis on domestic happiness and never-ending spiritual progress in heaven is largely a modern innovation with no Biblical support.  I think for me Heaven has always been the lost Eden where believers return to develop further spiritually with our beloved One.