Vision #12: The Library Of Heaven

B.P.K. – 11/10/2025

I opened my eyes and saw…

…that I stood in the heart of Heaven.

I understood that the road I had taken from the crossroads had led me to the place where now I stood. Though it was not a direct path here, it was a path, nonetheless. I stood in the center of Paradise, the temporary heaven. This place awaited the “New”. I stood of a street made of pure gold. Looking down at it I could just see my reflection on its translucent surface. The quality of the air was perfect. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. God’s presence saturated everything around me. This place was sustained by Him. The street I stood on was in the central part of the heavenly city.

Everywhere I looked saints long passed walked. They wore robes of light. I saw, felt, and know each of them completely and they knew me. Nothing was hidden, everything revealed. As I looked at each of them, I knew them completely. I saw angels too.

The sound of worship to God was everywhere. The music of heaven seemed to be sung by everyone and everything here. The entire purpose of this place was for the glory of God.

I stood in front of a wide staircase leading up to a huge structure made of pure gold interspersed another white material that I couldn’t identify. Up the stairs from me was an entrance to the building. Two tall doors stood open wide to the city.

“Enter in.” The whisper came from all around me.

I realized then that I still held the twelve gifts the angels had given me, the twelve pieces.

I walked slowly up the stairs taking in the wonderful sights around me. I felt I could stay here forever and never want to be anywhere else. I reached the open doors and entered in.

I now stood in what I can only describe as a lobby area of this building. In front of me was a long desk that stretched the whole of this room. Behind it stood four angels busy about their tasks. I could see that there were two huge staircases leading upwards on either end of the desk. Above the desk and beyond it I saw floors and floors of rows and rows of bookshelves of all sizes, types, colors, and of every kind. There were stands as well that I could see that displayed objects which reminded me of the kind I’d seen in museums in earth’s cities.

I walked over to the angel standing on the far-right side of the reception desk.

He looked down at me and said, “How can I help you, child of God?”

“What is this place?” I asked him, but the knowledge was already there.

He smiled at me kindly and replied, “You stand in the east lobby of the Library of Heaven.”

I nodded to him, thanked him, and stepped away from the counter.

I looked down at the objects that I held. I knew that I was here because of this. Knowledge seemed to flow like water in the air of this place. I knew that was because the Holy Spirit saturated and connected everything here. I remembered what the Spirit had said to me at the crossroads, “Sets of twelve.” I knew that I held a set of twelve. I turned toward the staircase on the right end of the desk. I knew where I was meant to go.

I climbed the stairs and worship God with all that was in me.

I reached the third floor and traveled down a long balcony. On one side of me was a railing overlooking the central atrium of the library. On the other side of me were rows and rows of books. I wished I could have stood and read them all. I knew that I would someday soon.

I walked through an archway that led me into the very center of the massive building. People and angels were everywhere. They read, talked, and worshiped God. This was a place of record I realized.

I rounded the balcony taking in the sights below me. A central fountain graced the floor of the central atrium. It was few from an offshoot of the River of Life. Time would fail me to describe all I was seeing. I hurried on.

I reached the archway that led into the northern section of the building and passed through it. This was the part of the library that held the visions of the saints and prophets. All the revelations from God to man were chronicled here in this part of the library. Every dream, vision, divine revelation, prophecy, and every single response, reaction, effect, affect, and purpose of those revelations from God was recorded and held in this place. Books and scrolls were carefully arranged on shelves. The building itself rose above me for what seemed like miles and miles. I looked upward from where I stood and saw that there must have been over a thousand floors. I tried to take in the knowledge that flooded and washed through me.

“Continue on with purpose.” The whisper came from all around me and shook me back from my musings.

I knew where I was to go.

I walked down hallways. I climbed staircases. I traveled through the library of revelations until I found the place I was meant to be. I was overwhelmed with feeling and emotion when I read the plaque that mark the area. My name was written on it. This was the place of record for the revelations God had given to me in my lifetime. I saw every dream, every Word He had spoken to me, every word of knowledge, every story, every parable, and every prophecy was recorded here.

I entered the area and walked to the very center of that place.

Central to the area was a bookshelf that held the books I had written in my lifetime. There were only 100. The Book of Benjamin Kareth was arranged on the four shelves, 25 books per shelf. I ran a hand over their spines remembering all the time I had spent writing them on earth. My fingers found the last book, “Where All Journeys End”, and I took it from the shelf.

“Not yet.” The whisper filled me.

I put the book back in its place and ran my fingers over its spine one more time.

“Soon.” The whisper said.

I nodded.

“Look to your right.” The whisper came softly now.

I turned to the right and saw a circular area. I stepped into it and saw that there were twelve displays arranged in a circle. Each of the displays had a place for twelve pieces. Twelve pieces of twelve displays were there around me. I knew then why I was here. I walked over to what I knew was the first display and carefully placed the twelve pieces I held into their eternal place of record. I stepped back to the center of that area.

“Twelve of twelve.” The whisper came.

“Twelve of twelve.” I repeated Him.

…I let go and found myself returned.

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