By Austin J. Hepworth.
Copyright 2017. All Rights Reserved.
Published by Faith. Family. Freedom.
“Goodbye Avalee!” I said with excitement. “My time here is done. I’ve been waiting sooo long for my chance to go to Earth, and I can’t believe it is finally my turn to go.” Avalee smiled at me in response, but looked away as a tear reached her eye.
“I hate these moments” Avalee finally said. “I’ve said goodbye to so many people, and I still have to watch so many others before it is my time to go to Earth. I have a hard time believing things will actually work out as planned.”
Attempting to contain my excitement in order to try and console my friend and future daughter, I said “I know how it feels. I’ve said goodbye to so many too, so many that I don’t yet know how their journey on Earth ends.”
“You’ve never been left alone though” Avalee said in response as her voice broke down. “You are the last person I have. Nobody else cares about me in any meaningful way.”
“You’ll always be with me though Avalee. Remember – because I get to be your mother on Earth, we exchanged our heartstrands. A piece of me will be with you, and a piece of you with me. It will only be a few years before you get to come and be with me. Just stay strong. You will make it a little longer.”
Avalee looked at me in sadness, but with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. “You promise that you will have me?” she asked me.
“Of course” I replied. “You mean the world to me. I promise. I promise. I promise” I said as I threw my arms around her. “I would want nothing more than to be your mother, just like my mother promised to have me, and now she is living up to that promise.” I squeezed her tight, and with that, it was my time to go to Encovia, the transition tunnel to Earth.
I arrived at Encovia full of excitement bubbling out of me. I could never contain my emotions well, and today was no different. Of course, those at the gates of Encovia were accustomed to seeing excitement like mine, but others tried to maintain a little more composure than I did. There was a small crowd of people at the gates, all people that were also getting ready to enter the transition tunnel to Earth.
While I did not know exactly what the tunnel was like, I knew that it was often a nine-month journey, at least so far as time on Earth went, although some people completed it faster. As the physical body developed, each piece of the spirit body attached one at a time to the developing physical body. The final connection did not happen until the so-called “Breath of Life,” the moment when you had to breath on your own on the Earth.
Of course, there were many trainings to even get to this point. Transitioning to a new body always required a transition tunnel, one where you could connect piece by piece. Leaving a body seemed to be much easier, as people often talked of others dying quickly, far more quickly than the nine months in the transition tunnel. Luckily though the transition process was not too difficult, just attach each spiritual piece as the physical piece developed.
“Remember, the heartstrand piece is the first piece to connect to each parent” the guide was saying at the entrance to the tunnel. I was too excited to listen too well, but I tried. The guide was going on with more instructions, but I was certain I knew it all. I had been preparing for my moment to come, and knew that I could handle the transition process. All I could think of was getting to be with my mother finally.
Mother. I loved calling her that. She was everything I loved in a person. Beautiful, smart, fun, caring, and most of all, she was my best friend. Others were always jealous that she would be my mother. They never told me that, of course, but I’m certain that they had to be because, well because, she was too awesome for others not to be jealous of me. Life on Earth would be great with her, and I began imagining again, for my millionth time probably, all of the neat times we would have together.
I snapped out of my thoughts as the small crowd started moving. The guide had finished and was now letting people through the gate of Encovia as their moment of conception arrived. It was all I could do to wait the short moments for my turn to arrive. Everything stood still and seemed to stretch on for an eternity as my impatience ran high.
Eventually, what seemed like forever ran its course, and I was next in line, next to step through the gate. As I went to step through, the guide put out his hand and said “Wait. You haven’t yet released your anchor piece. You have to let go of your anchor piece connecting you to this world before you can enter Encovia.” Then, with an almost ominous tone that, for reasons I could not identify, quelled my level of excitement significantly, he continued “Once you let go of your anchor piece, you can never return to this world.”
Encovia was amazing. It was serene, beautiful, exciting, scary, ominous and everything in between, all at the same time. I had never experienced such a range and pull of emotions. Of course, I had been told this would happen, that I would be allowed to experience things I had never before imagined possible. I was still surprised though at the depth of the emotions, and I had only connected my heartstrand so far. I still had the rest of me to connect as my body developed past the round egg it was now.
There were many, many others in Encovia, and the tunnel seemed to stretch on for as far as I could see. All of us there were full of emotions, causing some to be solemn, others to be exuberant, and the rest somewhere in between. Most were communicating excitedly, with each proudly announcing as they were able to connect another spiritual part to their physical body that was developing.
“Anne!” I said with excitement as I saw one of my good friends from long ago. “I didn’t know you were being born at this time!”
“Yes,” she said with a smile, “I wasn’t supposed to be born for a few Earth years yet, but my mom and dad couldn’t wait that long I guess. Luckily, I was ahead in my preparations, so coming a little early wasn’t a problem for me.”
“Oh” I responded with a light-hearted laugh. “It’s a good thing you were prepared ahead of time. My parents are having me at the exact time we planned, just as I would have expected them to. My mother is very responsible that way.”
I was upset to see Anne roll her eyes at this, and went on to talk to others. I watched and laughed as people would compete to see who could make their physical body move the most with their limited connections so far. As we moved through the tunnel, the feeling inside became light and electrifying as more and more spiritual pieces were attached to the physical body developing.
While moving through the tunnel kept me quite preoccupied, I had a growing desire to find Anne again. Even though I was upset that she wasn’t as proud of my mother as I was, I still liked Anne a lot. I was growing more concerned the more I looked for her, as she simply wasn’t anywhere to be found. Nobody had seen her or knew where she was. While there were a lot of people in the tunnel, there were not enough people to make it impossible to find someone I had known so well. For some reason, Anne seemed to have disappeared, and her disappearance was weighing me down, even amidst the joviality of the others in the tunnel.
The halfway point! I nearly screamed in excitement as I passed the location marking the halfway point in Encovia. Things were going so well. I was a perfect fit for my developing body, and each of my spiritual pieces attached so smoothly with no problems. I was just certain that my life on Earth would be the same.
I was so excited at this point as well, because I had seen that mother could sense me inside of her now. I had worked for so long to be able to move my developing physical body, and I had finally moved it hard enough for mother to feel it. I wanted to tell her so many things, tell her all about how great our time would be together, tell her about how much I adored her, tell her, well, just everything.
As I couldn’t talk directly to her though, I tried as hard as I could to move my physical body. The legs were the easiest to move, so I would resort to those, hoping that each kick of the leg would send her the message I was thinking at the time. Others were like me, wanting to let their mother know just how excited they were. I was certain that mother understood my kicks, as it was obvious she could feel and sense that I was inside her.
As the move through the tunnel continued, I could no longer see the halfway point. If I hadn’t lost track of Earth time, I was approaching 24 weeks of pregnancy for my mother. That meant only 16 more to go I thought with a smile. As the 24th week approached, the emotion center in my physical body fully developed, making it possible for me to attach my spiritual emotion center to my developing physical body.
I gasped at the rush of emotions and the extent of the height and depth the emotions reached as I connected the emotion centers. The physical body truly made it possible to feel and experience so much more, and I became still as I sat experiencing the rush and coursing of the emotions and feelings I had never before experienced. The emotions were more than I could handle, and I found myself becoming more still by the minute, more than I had ever thought possible for myself.
For some reason, my stillness suddenly felt dangerous. I struggled to move my physical body, but things weren’t responding as they used to, even just moments ago. Panic began to well from deep within me. Pain, a feeling entirely new to me, but one readily recognizable from its description, suddenly shot through me, splitting me through to the core.
Gasping in desperation, I tried to scream, but everything was silent and growing very dark. The emotions from my physical body were entirely overwhelming and shutting down my spiritual body. As the pain grew in intensity, I became more frozen, more scared, and more full of darkness. The only power I had left at this point was to sob uncontrollably until the pain spiked and all went dark and still.
I don’t know how long I remained in darkness, and it is not a period I have the personal power to reflect on. I just know at some point, somebody was moving me. I could sense Anne, as well as others. There was nothing to indicate to me where I was though, and I felt entirely lost and alone. If this was Earth, I had no desire to be here now.
Eventually, I opened my eyes. That didn’t help much as darkness rolled through everywhere I looked. I could see faint outlines of people as traces of light emanated from them. “The light should be so much brighter” I thought. “What has happened to everyone?” I looked around wildly, trying to find the light I was so accustomed to, but found nothing like I was used to from before Encovia.
Nobody was speaking or communicating in any way other than echoing the pain and darkness all around. I didn’t dare break the silence, as I somehow knew now was not the time to talk. I tried to examine myself, but found this to be an impossible task since I seemed to be missing important pieces of myself.
At length, some light finally broke through the darkness. I, along with some of the others around me, looked up to see individuals approaching who were full of light still. Others around me did not look up though, and as the individuals full of light drew closer, I gasped as I saw that these others who had not looked up had holes for eyes. They were entirely without eyes, and were entirely blind.
As the light increased as the individuals came closer still, I was horrified to see that significant parts of the individuals around me were missing. Instinctively, I reached up and discovered that my head, along with other body parts, had significant holes and pieces missing. Terror racked me at that point, and I began to break down, losing all control of myself.
One of the beings full of light reached out and embraced me. I melted in her arms, and sobbed uncontrollably for quite some time. I had no idea who she was, but at that point it didn’t matter, as I had no idea who or where I was either.
I have no idea how long she held me then. I couldn’t handle the reality of my situation, or of the others around me, and so I sat, still and frozen, hoping that everything would end and I would find myself in Encovia again, soon to be in my mother’s arms.
At length, my curiosity overcame everything else, and I asked, with great hesitation and in a broken, faltering voice “Where am I?”
The woman holding me squeezed me tighter before responding. “It has an actual name, but most everyone here calls this” she said quietly “‘the Abyss’, or ‘Bottomless Pit’. It is located outside Encovia – outside the actual transition tunnel – and between the world you left and Earth.” Pausing for a moment while taking a deep breath, she continued “It is where the spirits aborted by their mothers are left after their physical bodies are destroyed.”
Aborted?! I had no ability to comprehend it. Something must be wrong, so wrong. My mother, she loved me before going to Earth. She knew I was in her. I was telling her daily just how excited I was to see her again. How could she not want… me? How could… how could… I lost all ability to think. I simply couldn’t believe it.
I cried and cried. My world, my hopes, and my dreams were shattered. The light inside me was gone. Each spiritual piece I had connected to my developing body was ripped out of me and lost, including my heartstrand, the one I had exchanged with my mother in an act of complete and open trust.
Others around me, of course, were experiencing the same thing I was. There was absolutely no betrayal so great as being aborted by one’s own mother. The others around me had different levels of loss of spiritual parts though, depending on how far they had developed before being aborted. Those aborted shortly after conception were the best off, at least as far as loss of parts was concerned, while those aborted later than me had very little of their spiritual body remaining. Many had lost their eyes, making them spiritually blind, while others like me lost emotion centers and other critical parts.
Since no spirit fully connects until the ‘Breath of Life’, there is always a piece remaining, along with the spirit’s individual essence, for the spirits aborted. The Abyss though – so called due to the never-ending darkness and boundless suffering and betrayal of those present here – was a horrible place, as each spirit was incomplete and missing parts. It was all anyone could do to witness the extent of the spiritual carnage present.
With the passing of time, I learned that if a physical body dies, in essence, with any spiritual parts attached to it, the attached parts go on to Yuli, the Spirit World following the existence on Earth. However, the unattached parts are unable to follow through, and get thrown out, for lack of a better phrase, from Encovia and left between Earth and the pre-mortal World, unable to go to Earth without a body, but unable to return to the pre-mortal World due to having released the anchor piece.
After some time of processing my situation, it finally occurred to me to ask the woman, who had stayed with me and a few others, how she was not missing parts like the rest of us were. I suddenly realized that the entire group of people I saw come to us were not missing parts, making them full of light.
“Those of us who are not missing any pieces” she gently responded, “are those of us who were miscarried or stillborn. God asked us,” she said as a tear reached her eye, “to give up our time with our mothers and families on Earth, and come instead to be with you. When we entered Encovia, we knew we would never complete the journey to Earth, and we were trained to not permanently connect any of our spiritual pieces to our developing bodies.
“We had to form some temporary connections,” she continued, “to allow our bodies to grow and develop, and so there was some pain for us as well when we pulled away from our bodies, and we each had to choose one piece that was permanently connected and lost. In other words, each of us gave up a piece of ourselves in order to be here with you, but we kept the rest so that we were better able to help you heal and recover.”
I stared at her in amazement. I couldn’t even fathom giving up my mother, or family, to be stuck in this place. Her words seemed so impossible to me.
She smiled kindly at me, understanding what I was thinking. “I won’t lie” she said. “I loved my mother and it meant everything to me to be with her. A little before my time came to come down, an Angel came to me, and” she said as tears filled her eyes “showed me you, along with the millions of others ripped apart and abandoned here. He asked me if I would come instead to be with you and a few others.
“My heart simply broke to see all of you here. I had no power to follow my own desires anymore, as I knew that you and the others are just as important as I was.” As she fought back more tears, she continued, “My poor mother, of course, is entirely heartbroken. I developed all of the way to a few days before birth. My mother had picked out my name, my clothes, prepared my room, and had rearranged her entire life to be with me. But then I didn’t come, and she doesn’t understand” she said as her voice trailed off to silence.
“Why would you stay and develop nearly the entire gestational period with your mother? Why not just enter Encovia and then leave quickly?” I asked, still not fully processing everything she was saying.
“We’re asked to depart Encovia at different times” she responded, “so that we can reach people aborted at all different stages of development. While everyone ends up at the same place, in the Abyss here, most have to be brought here from where they left Encovia. The only way to have access to a certain point in Encovia is to have left Encovia at that point. In other words, I can be there to reach those aborted right before they are born, and I can be in the general area here where everyone is brought, but I can’t be there to help those aborted earlier reach the general area here. Others who were miscarried at the same stage in development can reach them though.”
I still entirely could not grasp that I had been aborted. The shock was just too much for me to process. There was no way for me to believe my mother would intentionally destroy me as I was developing inside her. I thought back with sadness to everything we had, to all the hopes, dreams, and moments we had shared together – to the eternities we had spent laughing together and by each other’s side.
Despite all of that, she had aborted me. What had made her decide to do that? I suddenly realized I had not yet asked why my mother had aborted me. Maybe, just maybe, there was a good reason I didn’t know about. “Why did my mother abort me?” I asked, breaking the silence that had prevailed for a few minutes.
I looked at the woman whose name I still did not know. She looked at me in sadness. “I always tell the full truth” she said as she looked at me, “as it is the only way for you to get past things in the long run. Your mother and father,” she said as she continued after a pause with a piercing stillness in her voice, “bought an expensive home and expensive cars. They weren’t willing to buy a small home with an older car. That meant your mother and father both had to work long hours to pay for the things they had bought. When your mother became pregnant, she was left to decide whether she give up her home, cars, job, and other things, or whether she give up you.
“Unfortunately,” she continued after another short pause, “your parents chose to keep their job, cars, and home instead of keeping you. To your mother, the things that she would have no more than a few decades of her eternal existence were more important than the riches of eternity found in the meaningful relations of a family, in the meaningful relation of you.”
I don’t know how long I cried. It was nearly impossible for me to believe that my mother considered a career and expensive home more important than me. While I still had spiritual parts remaining that had never connected to my developing body, those parts felt as if they had shattered, and I felt hollow, hopeless, and betrayed. Exceptionally betrayed.
Somehow, our eternities together meant nothing now to my mother. Somehow, the sacred trust of carrying my heartstrand meant nothing to her. Somehow, she had become so self-absorbed on Earth she forgot that happiness only comes through developing meaningful and lasting relationships. She was seeking for happiness in physical things that all wear down and break, in things she would never take to the next stage of life after Earth.
At this point, I thought of Avalee. I wished I could be with her, and I vowed that I would never, ever, abort her or violate the trust she put in me. Suddenly my crying stopped and my eyes shot open in desperation. “Where is Avalee’s heartstrand?!” I screamed hysterically, “where is it?!” Amidst everything else going on I had been so self-absorbed in my own pain and problems that I had entirely lost track of Avalee’s heartstrand, and now could sense that it was not present in me any longer.
The woman was suddenly by me again. “You connected your heartstrand when you were first conceived. All heartstrands are part of that connected piece. When your mother aborted you, you lost all heartstrands inside you, including Avalee’s. Heartstrands, you see, tie every generation together. When you abort one in the generational line, you effectively abort all of the descendants tied to that line, and all of the future heartstrands are lost at that time.”
I was more than hysterical at this point. “What does this mean?” I screamed in anguish. “Will I never be a mother? Will I never get to be with Avalee on Earth?”
“That is all uncertain now” the woman replied. “For every abortion that occurs, every person impacted has to be reorganized into a new family. Sometimes, you can end up with a few of the same people originally planned, but it is not logistically possible to reorganize things the same every time, as there are so few women who are willing to carry, take in and care for one of Heaven’s Orphans.”
I have no recollection of most of my stay here in the Abyss. I have been here a long time though, suffering, broken, and aching, with no relief in sight. The pain has been so great, the loss too intense, for me to even barely function. Losing my mother was a massive blow, but losing Avalee and the others at the same time just crushed me. I couldn’t keep my promise to Avalee, because my mother broke her promise to me. It was all just too cruel for me to process.
The woman cared for me in every way though, telling me that truth hurt now, but allowed for healing later. She always encouraged me to look to Jesus for healing, but it was something I struggled to do. While I believed that Jesus had the power to heal me, with time, the wounds were so deep that it was hard to accept the healing He offered, as I was angry at Him for letting this happen to me. I often watched as the woman spent her time helping a few of us, and still could not comprehend why her and the others would agree to come be in this place.
While I couldn’t remember most things from my time in the Abyss, I mulled over my anger at God and some of the things the woman had said. She had told me it wasn’t possible to reorganize families the same because there were so few woman willing to bear one of Heaven’s Orphans, as they called us. She had gone on to explain that most parents either did not have all of the children they had exchanged heartstrands with, or else stopped having children as soon as they had the ones they had exchanged heartstrands with. So few were willing to spend another nine months pregnant to take a child that their spirit didn’t recognize and hadn’t exchanged a heartstrand with earlier, meaning that there were millions of us sadly waiting, broken, and lost while our potential second mothers spent their time on Earth.
For those of us stuck in the Abyss as Heaven’s Orphans, there were only a few options available to us. Either be lucky enough to have a second mother agree to have us, or wait until the Millennium to be born. To even qualify to try again at being born though, we had to heal to a certain point emotionally to be strong enough to enter Encovia once again.
The woman had gone on to explain that some men and women on Earth desperately wanted children, but were unable to have them. She explained that some of these parents were reserved for one or both of two things – to adopt children that made it to Earth without being aborted, or to be parents to Heaven’s Orphans during the Millennium.
Adoption made it possible for a child to be in a good family situation and preserve all generational heartstrands already in place. The Millennium was the answer to the rest of Heaven’s Orphans though. It was a thousand-year period on the Earth when Christ would reign. The millions and millions of Heaven’s Orphans who never made it to Earth would need a safe place to come to, and that place, for most of Heaven’s Orphans, would be found during the Millennium.
Each of us Heaven’s Orphans had already suffered so much with being aborted that we did not need additional time on a wicked Earth to experience any more opposition. Couples that couldn’t have children were often being preserved to be parents during this time, making room for them to have the children necessary for everyone in the Abyss to be born. Often, God’s kindest parents were unable to have children, as they were needed for those of us here instead, those of us who wouldn’t have a chance to try coming to Earth again.
I admired the strength of the woman and the others who were here to help us heal and to care for us. I could barely handle looking at the other spirits as it was terrible to see the extent of the damage caused by each abortion. I couldn’t even imagine working with those aborted just before birth, as the woman that worked with me did, as there would be so little of them remaining.
As I had time to reflect more on things, I was amazed at how many had voluntarily given up their families and time on Earth to come here and help us. They too longed to be with their mothers and families, but chose to wait until the Millennium to be with them, when they would be able to be raised by their mothers and fathers as their heartstrands were still intact.
They had to endure witnessing the sadness of their parents though, with their parents not knowing or understanding why they hadn’t come to Earth. It was certainly a trial and intense sacrifice for them, but they did it to let us know that we were still loved, even at the depths of the Abyss. Due to the sheer number of those of us who were aborted, there were a lot of individuals asked to be miscarried or stillborn so that there could be enough people to take care of us.
While we were called Heaven’s Orphans, us Orphans called these wonderful miscarried and stillborn people “Heaven’s Angels”. They were everything to us, and worked with us on the road to recovery, the road to finding healing through God, and the road to be able to trust again.
God had promised, they told us, that everything would be made right and all of our tears wiped away, though most of us did not see how. It took much faith to believe that it was possible for us to be loved by another, and for that love to be as deep or meaningful as the relationships we lost, ones we had taken eternities to build.
For all of Heaven’s Orphans, there came a point at which remaining in the Abyss was more discouraging than trying to trust enough to enter Encovia again with a different set of parents. Millions of us had now progressed to the point where we wanted to enter Encovia again and make a go of things on Earth. We all had missions that we were foreordained to, and it was soul crushing to be stuck in the Abyss with no ability to fulfill what we had set out to do on Earth.
We were seriously limited by one major thing though – an extreme lack of parents willing to take us. We would not be perfect children. Our spirits were so damaged and incomplete that there was really no way for us to function entirely as we should. Many of us would be born with depression, anxiety, mental illnesses, or other trying disorders caused by the damage to our spirits.
Over time, I learned that there were some born with gifts to help balance out other issues caused by an abortion. Some would be given exceptional IQ’s, exceptional music talents, or exceptional artistic talents. Others would be quiet, reserved children, unable to feel or process love well, and always carrying a void inside of them, but able to reach out to and really help others. Of course, though, these things would only be for the few who were lucky enough to be born, for the few lucky enough to have people willing and physically able to have more children than they originally signed up for pre-mortally.
For us, our sadness was compounded by the fact that abortion would largely stop on the earth if fathers and mothers, especially mothers, that believed in God would simply speak out about it. As Heaven’s Orphans, we all knew that abortion didn’t have to be, but that many on Earth didn’t care enough to say anything, or were too scared of what others would think if they spoke up for us, for the voiceless orphans that never made it to Earth.
Oh, how we all yearned for men and women willing to simply speak up, take a stand, and say that abortion was wrong. The power was certainly there to change the world, but never would exist if our story remained silent, if people cared more about what others thought than about the millions of us innocently suffering a choice that did not need to be, a choice that was not ours.
I noticed Anne again. As Heaven’s Orphans, we rarely talked or communicated with each other. Things were just too dark and depressing to have anything to talk about, and we mostly sat, communicating only with Heaven’s Angels as they worked among us. Anne was coming towards me though, and I froze, not knowing what she might want.
Anne reached me. She looked bad, missing some significant parts that had previously attached to her physical body. “I was just told,” Anne said to me, “that there is one chance for me to make it to Earth. I want to go so much, to make it out of here, and to get a chance at fulfilling my role on Earth.” Anne paused now, unsure of what to say next.
“I’m glad for you Anne,” I said, “but why are you telling me?” I could see the tears well up in Anne’s eyes, and fear set in her face.
“Because…,” she said at length, “…because you are my one chance to make it.”
“What?!” I gasped. “What do you mean?”
“There is a woman on Earth who will soon be pregnant, unplanned I guess. She will carry her child to term, and you can be that child, if you have the strength to go. You would then,” Anne said as she looked away in fear, “be able to be my mother, if, if…” she tried to continue, but couldn’t.
“If I’m willing to have you?” I asked quietly.
“Yes,” she said between sobs. “Yes.”
I sat still, pierced by the responsibility upon me. I had no idea why I was chosen to go at this time. I certainly didn’t feel ready yet, but my heart was extremely touched watching Anne. I knew I needed to go and welcome every child that would come my way. Somehow, I could see that the richest and happiest of all people were those who developed and maintained strong family relationships. People, not things, were the source of happiness and healing.
More than anything, I wanted nothing more to do with darkness, the Abyss, or the suffering here. I wanted to make things turn out differently. I wanted to write a new chapter to life, to the lives of those here. I wanted to go and take a stand for Heaven’s Orphans.
I embraced Anne, and we cried together. “I will go” I said. “I will go.” And with that, it was my time to re-enter Encovia. My prayer was simply that I would be strong enough to try again.
As I stood at the gate to re-enter Encovia, I looked back. My mind was enlightened to see the millions and millions of Heaven’s Orphans there, as well as the millions and millions of those orphaned in the pre-mortal world, such as Avalee. Suddenly, I could see and sense something I hadn’t before. I could understand the prayers of all of Heaven’s Orphans.
Our prayers resonated and echoed, millions strong. We prayed continuously to God for one thing – for parents willing to take us, whether through adoption, birth after completing their planned family, or even unexpectedly. In a sacred moment of trust, I felt the sadness in God’s heart as He reflected on how few of His children were willing to take even just one of Heaven’s Orphans. He had given everything for each one of us, and yet so few were willing to give of themselves to bring life to others suffering so much, just as He had.
The prayers of Heaven’s Orphans swelled my heart as wide as eternity. I had never felt such sorrow. I could see and understand that each spirit here simply wanted a safe place, a loving place. I knew that many were being saved for the Millennium where they would be safe and loved by those who had not had children on Earth, but I knew there were so many that needed to come to Earth too, yet had no safe or loving home to come to. Their repeated prayers to God were that somehow – somehow – they could make it to a safe and loving home. They didn’t care how much money or wealth a parent had, they just wanted to be loved and welcomed.
As I stood there, the woman’s voice broke in. “You are not going to a safe or loving home” she said. “You have to understand things will still be difficult for you. Your father, named Ranier, won’t even know your mother is pregnant. You will be neglected often as you are raised by a single mother struggling through life. However,” she continued with firmness in her voice, “every child you are willing to bear will be one of Heaven’s Orphans, starting with Anne, and you will be as rich as you are willing, as rich as the number of orphans you are willing to take in as a mother.”
I was willing to suffer more on the earth. While we all prayed for a safe and loving home, most of us who made it out of the Abyss were willing to be born into bad circumstances, just to escape the darkness and pain in the Abyss. We wanted nothing more than to be mothers ourselves, to bring a bit of goodness to our fellow orphans, and to bring one more safe and loving home to the few actually present on the earth.
“I’m ready” I said. “Thank you for sacrificing so much for us. I couldn’t have done it without you. You sacrificing being with your family and your time with me have helped me see the immense value of each individual, and I want to go and do likewise. I’m a different person now, one focused on others instead of myself, and I owe it to you.”
She smiled, and with a tear in her eye, said “tell my mother hi for me, and that I love her, and will be with her in the Millennium.” Then, giving me a hug, she said “I have others to go and care for now. Godspeed.”
And with that, I turned, heavy-hearted, to enter Encovia again, working to trust enough in Jesus and His healing power to connect my remaining parts to the developing body so I could bring others, such as Anne, to the earth and out of the Abyss. It certainly wouldn’t be easy, but I was certain it would be worth it. I could see there was no greater calling or work than that of being a mother, and I was committed, spiritual handicaps and all, to doing everything in my power to welcome children to my life, to be a mother to Heaven’s Orphans.
Children make life beautiful. They carry a connection to Heaven itself. There is no such thing as a consequence free abortion, as every abortion radically impacts countless individuals and generations to come.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints believes that we all existed as spirits before coming to Earth. The Church also believes abortion is wrong in most situations, but does not equate abortion with murder, as the requirements to be forgiven of murder are far more rigorous than the requirements to be forgiven of an abortion. Perhaps this means that the spirits of the aborted are not sent to the next life, but instead get left in a pre-Earth life of some sort. If they are left, what happens to them then?
This story is fictional, but speaks to a pressing issue on the Earth – that of the masses seeking happiness where it cannot be found. Meaningful family relations bring happiness, but they also take work. Lasting happiness does not come from a career, from a big house, from all of the latest technology, or even from lots of money. It comes from the work required to love, to sacrifice for, and to bear the souls of others. While the riches of eternity await in the form of children, so few are willing to accept the riches God has to give them, and seek instead for lasting happiness in the fleeting things of the earth.
Heaven’s Orphans. While they may not exist as told in this story, there are millions of innocent children suffering in some way or another, having had their chance to be on this earth cut off by abortion. If we truly existed as spirits before coming to this earth, something I strongly feel and believe, then an abortion would have drastic consequences on those spirits, whether they stay in the pre-mortal world, stay in an abyss of some sort, or go on to the next life. They are just as real as you and me. They know where lasting happiness comes from. They know we know of them. They will love someone willing to give them a chance on this earth, and they will love them – forever.
Austin writes various fiction books about pre-Earth events. This is the first short story in a planned collection of stories, and complements a larger novel to be released soon titled “The War in Heaven”. The War in Heaven short story and novel series explore possibilities that help define and explain our own existence.
Austin is married with six children. He works as an attorney by day, father at home, and author in the early mornings.
You can find more of Austin J. Hepworth’s works online.
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Heaven’s Orphans. There are millions of children who never make it to this earth, millions of children unable to communicate or share their fate. Heaven’s Orphans is a short story that provides a glimpse into their existence, into the souls of the children orphaned before birth. Heaven’s Orphans is a tale of the unborn. It is a tale of those miscarried, aborted, and stillborn, and it explores possibilities related to their fate. Little is known or discussed in religion or otherwise about what happens to these children, and Heaven’s Orphans paints a picture to help consider their fate, their world, and their reality. Ultimately, Heaven’s Orphans speaks to the eternal nature and reality of the human existence, to the importance of family, and to a source of happiness. Children make life beautiful, and their fate is an important piece in the grand tapestry of humanity.