Visions of Heaven

What happens to those new to heaven

“Tell about what happens when a person passes on.  Tell them what you’ve seen up here as they enter into heaven,” God spoke to me.

I’ve had the opportunity to meet a few people shortly after they passed away here on earth.  Usually they’ve been a bit surprised to see me, as they are aware I’m still here on earth.  I’ve asked them what it was like once they arrived, and their stories have varied a bit, but there’s been quite a few similarities, enough so that I can write some generalities of what happens.

First they reported having become aware that they are in heaven, as there is the serenity, and the feeling that everything is fine for them, that they’re in the right place, and there’s nothing to fear.  Usually this is out in the rolling green grassy hills somewhere outside the city of God.  They look their all time best, and usually in white robes of some sort, not a heavy material, but very light and hardly noticeable.  They appear ageless, or more like timeless, as you can’t see worldly evidence of aging, such as gray hairs or wrinkles.

As they take in their surroundings, they become aware that there are people around them they have once known but have passed on ahead of them.  Usually it’s a parent, grandparent or sibling.  Sometimes only one person or a few might trickle by one at a time, sometimes a few all at once and sometimes many in almost a crowd.  It seems to really depend on how comfortable the person is with themselves being there.  I don’t think it’s related to the trauma of death (or lack thereof), but more so how sure of themselves they have been during their earthly lifetime, or maybe how comfortable they are with being in God’s presence.

For one grandmother of mine, there was nearly no change in her loving and gentle personality.  In her earthly life she tended her flower gardens and served others with great compassion and humility in many ways.  Once in heaven, she wandered around enjoying the beauty of the rolling hills and eventually wandered over to meet God.

I met another grandmother of mine within hours of her passing.  She was always down to business while on earth, but not the least pushy or aggressive.  When she got to heaven, she was amazed to see me there, and we chatted a bit.  She questioned me more and more about why I was there, and I told her I was one of God’s priests and come to see him regularly there in heaven, while still being alive on earth.  Then she asked, “Where is God?”  I directed her how to find him, and she was off immediately to see him, which to me was quite surprising that she had that much pluck.

I saw her again a week or so later, and she had visibly changed – I don’t know exactly how to explain it other than she just appeared more glorious – the words escape me.  Her visit with God had really changed her, as well as her time spent exploring and learning things from a new perspective.  I had a question for her from my father who had been going through her estate, and was missing some very important papers.  She looked a bit puzzled, and looking at the ground with her hand on her forehead in deep thought, she said, “Things from over there are growing so dim now, I have to really think about it.”  She paused, then said, “Oh, I put all those insurance papers in the desk drawer beneath the phone.  There’s some hanging files there, and if you pull them forward, you’ll see the envelopes laying flat on the bottom of the drawer in the back.”  (Later I called my dad and had him look there, and sure enough that’s where they were!  To this day, I don’t know why he never asked me how I knew.)

Others I’ve met have been quite taken aback at the thought of going to see God, thinking they shouldn’t bother him, or should be in some kind of trouble deserving of a thorough tongue lashing or worse.

God just wants the best for us, and to see what we’ve learned living our lives, no matter how short or long.  A part of God is within each of us, and God wants to know how well we’ve listened to that part of us, or how listening to this has affected us.


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