 The
Heavenly Life
in Heavenly Pleasure Palaces! EXCERPTS
OF HEAVENLY VISIONS OF HEAVENLY LIVES OF PLEASURES IN HEAVENLY PLACES
IN NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCES!--Featuring:
Heavenly beings, Heavenly angels, Heavenly cherubim,
Heavenly spirits, Heavenly men, Heavenly women, Heavenly people, Heavenly
seraphs, heavenly Dancers, engaged
in Heavenly
activities, Heavenly arts, Heavenly dancing, Heavenly jumping, Heavenly
singing, Heavenly symphonies, Heavenly tones, making
Heavenly Music, on Heavenly instruments,
in Heavenly orchestras & Heavenly
choirs, on Heavenly feasts, enjoying
Heavenly experiences, Heavenly paintings, Heavenly feelings, Heavenly
fragrances, Heavenly perfumes, Heavenly happiness, Heavenly joy, Heavenly
light, Heavenly dawn, Heavenly dusk, Heavenly energy, Heavenly essence,
Heavenly love, Heavenly pleasures, (Heavenly sex?),
Heavenly sensations, Heavenly ecstasies, Heavenly knowledge, of
their Heavenly Master, Heavenly Jesus, amidst
Heavenly meadows, Heavenly flowers, Heavenly breezes, Heavenly perfection,
Heavenly Colors, Heavenly architecture, Heavenly pillars, Heavenly homes,
Heavenly buildings, Heavenly temples, of
transparent Heavenly gold & Heavenly crystal, of
Heavenly beauty, with Heavenly bells, Heavenly gardens, with Heavenly
birds, Heavenly brilliance, living in Heavenly
harmony, Heavenly clothes, Heavenly robes, Heavenly gowns, Heavenly spheres,within
Heavenly gates, in Heavenly habitations,
Heavenly homes, Heavenly palaces, a Heavenly city, a Heavenly world, Heavenly
dimensions, leading a Heavenly existence,
on Heavenly terms, with no more tears. Heavenly Knowledge, Architecture, Art, Music, Dance activities.
Men & Women in Heavenly Robes, Flowers, Colors,
Meadows, Golden Glow & Lights
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There
were pillars of varying heights, becoming higher and higher
toward the center. Turning back to the interior of the temple, I saw
that creative activities were taking place in different areas.
There were a number of individuals sitting at easels painting,
and I saw one man playing a flute-like instrument that emitted
the sweetest of sounds. Farther on, dancers moved with
ethereal grace, performing with a lightness impossible to the physical
human form. As I watched in utter delight, I became aware that the musical
background for this visual feast came from what I would call
a celestial choir - an orchestra of voices creating "heavenly"
music for the dance. This "music of the spheres" was indeed
singing the praises of the Creator. 
There was
a goldeness to this light. I remember the sky was very
blue. I don't recall seeing the sun. The colors were extraordinary.
The green of the meadow was fantastic. The flowers were blooming
all around and they had colors that I had never seen before.
I was very aware that I had never seen these colors before and I was
very excited about it. I thought I had seen all colors. I was thrilled
to death of the beauty that was incredible. In addition to the
beautiful colors, I could see a soft light glowing within every living
thing. It was not a light that was reflected from the outside from
a source, but it was coming from the center of this flower. Just this
beautiful soft light. I think I was seeing the life inside of everything.
When I finished looking at this exquisite beauty, I started to walk.
I had only taken a few steps before I saw that there was in front of
me a hill, a low hill. There were perhaps 18 to 20 people standing
on the hill. They were dressed in robes, very simple, I suppose Grecian
type robes. They were also in all these beautiful colors. There
were men and women - more men than women I don't know why. 
I
thought about this a little bit, but there were both men and women there.
There was no one that I knew, but then I had no close emotional ties
on the other side so it is not surprising that there was no one there
that I knew. I felt to myself "Oh, I want to talk with them." It seemed
that immediately I was there on the top of the hill. I don't know
whether I was able to just glide there effortlessly or whether I only
had to think I wanted to be there and I was there. What I do remember
was that I did not have to climb the hill. There was no effort involved
in this. 
...It
was then that I looked down at my body and with amazement wondered,
"Where did this gown come from?"
I was no longer bound in heavy, restricting layers of winter wool, but
was wearing an exquisite white gown that appeared to be fashioned
of a fabric some master designer had created by splashing star dust
on filigree spider webs I watched as it seemed to float above
my skin. It was as if a million tiny wings kept it from putting
even the weight of a feather on my body. A sense of lightness permeated
my being to what I thought must be a cellular – indeed a soulular –
level. And then I heard the MUSIC. It was a tone so sublimely
perfect that remembering it still brings me to tears.
I knew then, and know now, that I was hearing the symphony of angels,
the song of the universe, what some have called the Music
of the Spheres. All thoughts melted in its melody and everything
else ceased to be of any importance. I closed my eyes and began to dance,
moving to the resonant vibration that coursed through my essence. The
melody seemed to issue from a single point and was composed of one verse,
a song whose mystical tone my entire being knew and sang.
I bathed in its melody as utter joy filled my being, and as the
sound washed over my spirit, I felt all confusion purged from my consciousness.
