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What I am about to tell you is going to be hard to accept. The subject and the substance of the message are not the problem, and in fact will be of utmost importance and interest. Accepting this story will be tough because I am dead. Please continue to listen, forget about the messenger, and focus on the message. I know you have many technical questions that I cannot answer because I don’t have a clue myself. I only know that what I am about to tell you is important.
Let me cut right to the chase: Yes, God is real. As are Heaven, Hell, angels, devils, Cherubim and Seraphim. Before you pull your earbuds out, I am not here to proselytize or preach or even sway your desires towards good, bad, or even religion. I am here, in Heaven, yes, in the sight of God, and telling you that it does indeed exist. You don’t even have to believe me; just listen. I know how hard it is to accept something you cannot touch. The old saying was that you had to have faith to believe in God. Along with that came all of the confusing religious bias according to dogma, prophets, Jesus, Mohammed, etcetera. Then came the scientists who couldn’t prove or disprove the existence of God. It became a choice that depended on faith.
Around 1900 some doctor decided to precisely weigh the human body at the time of death. His theory was that the spirit of life had measurable substance, and he came up with a measurement to prove his questionable thesis. His highest recorded weight was twenty-two grams. (You can Google this like I did.) Okay. Debatably, if there was a measurable, invisible volume, it would have to go somewhere. He claimed his answer was proof of an afterlife such as Heaven. In those days Heaven was up in the sky. (Apparently Hell would have been up, as well, because when the measurable mass left the body it didn’t leave a hole in the floor.)The big disproof of his theory is that the volume of spirits from all around the world that had died up until 1900 would have added up to a really large, quite noticeable, invisible mass. It was never found.
Around a hundred years later, scientists in some big think tanks were trying to find smaller and smaller atoms by designing atomic colliders. One of the noted side effects of their calculating was the discovery of alternative universes; intentional plural. I was alive then and thought about that a lot. After researching what I could understand, which was the theory part only, I discovered the scientists were not even arguing about it. It had been mathematically proven. Amazing. The only qualm they had was that they could not actually access those universes. All you needed was to have faith in math, which kind of sounds familiar.
Now this is funny. Around the same time the alternate universes were being figured out, a TV series called the Ghost Whisperer was popular. Why not? Jennifer Love Hewitt is gorgeous. The gist of her weekly story was to help the ghost find its eternal rest. When she helped, the ghost would see a curtain of light on the horizon and walk into it. Jennifer discovered the secret the scientists couldn’t unravel.
To get into the alternate universes, you have to be dead.
It’s a no brainer. Alternative universes are Heaven and Hell and a few others that I don’t know anything about. And not only that, Jennifer’s ghosts didn’t go up into the sky where everyone thought Heaven was, they walked a few steps towards the horizon. Not up or down.
When I was a kid and went to a few funerals, my relatives would always say that someday when I died (they always added “God forbid”) I would go to Heaven if I was a good boy (which I related to Christmas and Santa)and that I would be able to see my departed loved ones. I wondered about the details. I wondered if their clothes went to heaven with them. And how would I find them? Would they be alphabetized? I had a drunken uncle and I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be with the rest of them. I kind of liked him, but odds were good for him to be in Hell. He was pretty good with stories though, so if Saint Peter was really checking people into Heaven Hotel, my uncle Jack might have made it in. He was really fat and I didn’t want to see him naked.
The thing is, you think that when you get to Heaven it will be the life of Riley with a whole eternity to look around for friends and family, maybe even old pets (Hate to burst your bubble, no pets here. When your cat gets hit by a car, it stays flat). And here’s another biggy: Eternity implies the existence of time. Time, folks, is for life on Earth. Time was invented out of necessity for organization. Time is relative. Eternity in the alternate universes can be the ‘blink of an eye’; relatively. I’m telling you, that’s just how it is. It is so simple. It’s right here, right now.
And now I’m going to tell you what Heaven is like. I can do that because I am here. Forget everything you think you know or what you have been taught. Here’s how it goes down. Your spirit leaves your dead body and it takes a bit to separate, kind of feels like how an egg yolk separates from the white. You still have some senses; like hear, see, and think, but not feel. And it’s all telepathic, definitely spiritual, and not in the least bit sad. It’s like the inevitable destiny has arrived and you just carry on. You pass into another world as if you merely slid from the egg shell into a giant bowl of the first alternate universe. I would liken the bowl to a huge lobby area, with elevator doors opening and closing at certain times. Lots of other spirits are there and you are being jostled about without seeing anything but amorphous spots of dusky air; fluffs. And you can hear them thinking in all sorts of languages and calling to God in Hebrew, Arabic, Russian, Chinese, and even Norwegian. Most don’t have a clue what this is about, but emotions aren’t firing off in anyone. No one is afraid until the bad doors open.
Hell is real. It didn’t happen as often, but when the gates of Hell popped open, the feeling of despair swept into the area sucking up puffballs and snatching them to the depths within the gates, and then the gates slipped away. That feeling of despair was so ominous. The emotion of fear was present and strong when Hell was there. A few other gates would open up and a few puffs would go inside with no sense of anything except question. I have no idea about their destination. Some puffs would leave as if they knew to go there. The main crowd size would fluctuate. I never saw where anyone came from. They, well, the puffballs, just appeared, and we were all jostling about on an invisible plane. I just waited my turn.
The gates to Heaven only took limited loads as well. I don’t know why and can’t even guess. It was just that way. When it was my turn, the door to Heaven was right next to me and right next to anyone else who was going.
When we arrived (it’s the only way I can describe it, and it did seem to be as fast as it took the doors to close) the glory of God was everywhere. The aura was real. At first glance I would have described it as light, but saying it that way does not finish the statement because it was so much more. It was worship. It was beauty. It was intense love. All around the glory of God were angels of all descriptions, cherubs and warriors, singing in, of course, heavenly voices. It was like suddenly being in the middle of a concert with music so powerful that it caused all of your good feelings and emotions to fire off. If I still had a body, I would have fallen to my knees and cried the happiest tears of my life. The attraction to the glory of God was so strong that I never wanted to move from that spot, wherever it was. And there had to be millions and billions of air-fluffs all jammed together in a floating infinite world pressing towards God’s efflorescence. Even with all the fluffs, I still felt like I was right there. I wanted this happiness, this feeling, to go on forever. God, it was beautiful.
There have been other fluffs that have been sent away to communicate back to all the sorry people still on Earth. From my short visit it seems I must have died at least ten years ago. Time flies when you’re having fun. Why I was chosen is a mystery. It really pisses me off to leave God’s glory to do this, but I’m almost finished and then I get to go back. Use this info however you want. My duty was to put it out there for you. If this story seems a little rushed and truncated, I hope you can forgive me. I keep thinking about that western song where the cowboy has to get home because he left the fire going. That’s me right now. It seems like I’ve been gone forever. I gotta get back to Heaven. Gotta go. Hasta la vista, baby.