Visions of Heaven


Why I See What I See
October 3, 2011, 7:12 pm
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As I came before my Creator, I looked around, and saw a few milling around in the throne room.  I saw the four creatures, or Seraphim, as one man millenia ago called them, but I didn’t see the ’24 elders’ yet another man saw centuries later.

“Why do you see what you see?”, God asked me.

A bit puzzled, I replied, “I’m not entirely sure.”

“You see what you see because it is for you to see.  It’s to prepare you to learn. The four creatures do what I made them to do. But I don’t need to see them. I don’t need crowds of jubilant creatures worshiping me day and night.  I don’t need 24 elders affirming my position.

“If you or someone I created were to sit upon this throne, that’s something you might need.  It would be affirmation that you were in the right place, at the right time, doing the right thing.  But, since I created all this, I know that what I made is the right thing.

“So, be open to new things I might have you see.  Don’t limit your view of heaven by what you think it should look like.  You won’t be able to perceive the truth from that which your mind creates.

“For each person that comes here, from whatever place, or whatever time they come from, they see what they need to see at the moment.  They hear what they need to hear.

“Be open to what I have to show you, and be receptive to what others see and hear, and report in their stories.

“I love all of you, equally.”



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.



Acceptance
July 24, 2011, 1:11 am
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“Remember when you were a child, and you did something wrong and you used to get in trouble with your parents or grandparents?

“Now that you’re an adult, keep in mind that although there are consequences to what you do, it is not me that you get in trouble with.”



The Four Creatures
July 14, 2011, 3:51 pm
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“The four creatures you see before me represent a part of the animal kingdom.  They are similar to, but not exactly the same as those that are created with strong instinct.  They can learn beyond that instinct, but stay focused on me no matter what they feel as instinct, or what new things they might learn.  They always gaze upon me, never letting things distract them from me.”



The Future

I stood in the main court of heaven, before God, taking in my surroundings, the creatures standing before him.  But that’s for another day.  I felt prompted to continue where we left off the day before.

“How much of the future do you really know?”  I asked.

“I know people’s hearts and what’s in their minds.  I know how they’ve responded in certain situations in the past, and what they’re focused on right now.  I can see what computers are calculating and what timers are set to.  I can predict using all those factors the probability of what will happen in the short term with a great degree of accuracy.  In the longer term, it can be less accurate.

“To make something come to pass, one either has to forcibly make someone do something or manipulate the situation to produce the desired outcome.  I have done both at times, but prefer to let each person have as much freedom of choice as possible.  Without freedom of choice neither one of us can learn from the outcome.”



Hope

“I know all things,” God said to me.

“How can you know all things when it seems like you don’t know when a traffic light is going to turn red?”

He patiently waits for me to continue.

“When I’m out driving, you tell me to keep going when I see a green light, but then the light turns red before I get to it and I have to stop.”

“What would happen if I told you the light was going to turn red?”

“I would quit trying to get there so fast – I’d take my foot off the pedal and coast.  It would save energy.”  I was trying to think of practical reasons why he should tell me the future.

“How do you feel about it?  What happens to hope?”

“I would lose hope of making the light, and that in turn would make me feel like I’m going to be late.”

“When the light does turn red, and you are sitting at it, how do you feel?  What happens to hope then?”

I had to think about that a moment.  “Well I have a different kind of hope.  I know the light is going to turn green, but I don’t know exactly when.  I just know it’s going to eventually turn green.”

“Which hope makes you feel the best?”

“I feel more motivated when I see that I can reach a goal in front of me – I see the green light and going through the intersection before it turns red gives me a goal I can see.  Sitting at a red light, I can’t see the goal, I only know it’s coming.”

God smiles warmly at me.  “I want you to have the hope that makes you feel the best – the one that keeps you going.”