The wind rustled the white trees of light in this crystal forest in heaven. I was following Gabriel down a path as if we were going through his memories. This beautiful forest was ancient as if the light in the trees were telling me his story. I was in his mind…Gabriel’s memories. In heaven, the past, present and future are the same. You live in a flow of time but it’s eternal.
The gates of Heaven closed behind Michael with a boom. Angels–all of them stood on his right and left, creating a pathway towards the Throne of God and the Lord Jesus Christ.
I must have fallen asleep because when I came to, I was lying on green grass that sounded like string instruments. The fields of grass were like an orchestra playing the melodies of heaven and laughter.
This morning, I woke up to Jesus standing in my room, with his mother, Mary. She was very short, compared to him, and so happy to be with her son. It was my first time seeing them together in such a real way.
You might find this encounter odder than those that I have shared before. The dying spirit is what is actually happening. Where I am taking you is not about me, but about a spirit who is desperate for Jesus. I was watching this event purely as a spectator.
I waited for Father to say what was in his mind. The diamond dust glistened in the white light from Father’s presence as he opened his right hand to release a flock of white doves! Thousands of them flew together in perfect harmony with each other.
Lightning dashed from world to world like a fully charged comet, lighting up the sky—his fiery mane sparked by the wind gushing around us. I held on, slightly nervous because I ride eagles in heaven, not horses. However, I have always wanted to ride a horse at increased speed.