Heaven, Is there such a place?
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Heaven, Is there such a place?
Millions of professing Christians assume that they will ''float off to heaven'' when they die. They were told about playing on harps or staring in God's face for all eternity. Few of us even dared to rigorously question our ministers or priests to prove there is such a place. Is there really such a place?
Heaven, Is there such a place?
i don't know any-one who has returned to explain what they experienced? i think it depends on the individual as how ones passing determines your flight to heaven, we just never come back. everyone in heaven is too busy enjoying and have forgotton us down here. :-6
I don't suffer from insanity. I enjoy every minute of it. :yh_beatup
Heaven, Is there such a place?
Well, the absolute honest answer is WHO CAN TELL? And how do you define heaven in any case? Could it just be that your spirit, soul or whatever, when your earthly body has expired, is just at peace / rest, and that was taken to be `at heaven`? Or is it something much grander, if it exists at all? Who knows?!
Heaven, Is there such a place?
capt_buzzard wrote: Millions of professing Christians assume that they will ''float off to heaven'' when they die. They were told about playing on harps or staring in God's face for all eternity. Few of us even dared to rigorously question our ministers or priests to prove there is such a place. Is there really such a place?
As a Secular Humanist, I have a hard time believing in Hell let alone Heaven. I think that Heaven & Hell can be right here and now. Make the best of it in this lifetime, cause that's all she wrote.
As a Secular Humanist, I have a hard time believing in Hell let alone Heaven. I think that Heaven & Hell can be right here and now. Make the best of it in this lifetime, cause that's all she wrote.
Heaven, Is there such a place?
It is all in your mind........ If you can't believe it it will not happen. If you do believe it it MIGHT happen......... FAITH
"If America Was A Tree, The Left Would Root For The Termites...Greg Gutfeld."
Heaven, Is there such a place?
Heaven to me was my awesome bed this morning. Man, I didn't want to leave!
I believe in heaven. It makes me feel better to do so.
I believe in heaven. It makes me feel better to do so.
Heaven, Is there such a place?
Agnes wrote: i don't know any-one who has returned to explain what they experienced?
(Jives raises his hand) Ummm...yes you do, me.
Actually I never got to heaven, it wasn't my time to go, but I did experience the joy and tranquility that comes after death.
(Jives raises his hand) Ummm...yes you do, me.
Actually I never got to heaven, it wasn't my time to go, but I did experience the joy and tranquility that comes after death.
All the world's a stage and the men and women merely players...Shakespeare
Heaven, Is there such a place?
sure....
For a year, I was getting sicker. The doctors couldn't figure it out. I felt like I was filed with wet cement, I was getting stiffer and stiffer, and the pain was incredible. (They tell me now that it compares to childbirth) By the time the year was up, I literally couldn't walk. Even with a cane I could barely shuffle and if I sat down, I couldn't get up. I was even beginning to have trouble focusing my eyes. Since I couldn't eat due to the pain, I had lost over 70 lbs. and looked like a Holocaust survivor. My friends told me I looked like a living skeleton.
One night, about midnight, I woke with a terrible feeling. I was sick! Something was desperately wrong with me! Not just the pain I had been feeling, but something much, much worse! I tried to call out to my wife, but my voice wouldn't work. I fell out of the bed and managed to crawly upwards to a standing position using the dresser handles. As I stood there holding on to the dresser, suddenly.....I was outside my body!
I was standing behind myself. I could see the back of my own head. And that's weird, because usually you don't get to see that angle. I was looking at the curls that I have back there and my first thought was, "Geez, I need a haircut."
Then, my body lost it's hold on the dresser, fingernails scratching the top as the body collapsed heavily to the floor in a heap. It didn't even try to catch itself. I stood there, shocked, thinking, "Wow, that looked like it hurt!"
Then I realized it....I was outside my body. The recognition was instant and hit me like a wave. Suddenly, I was afraid to move. I felt like I might pop myself like a soap bubble. I turned my "head" slowly to the right.....the room was quiet. My wife was still in the bed, sleeping softly. A feeling washed over me. It was a feeling of calm and peace. I was so relieved, the pain of my body was completely gone, I thought, "Oh, that feels so much better!" ( I hadn't truly realized just how much pain I had been in until it was lifted.)
Then I saw them....
They looked a lot like candle flames, larger at the bottom and tapering to a smaller and rounded top, but not flickering at all, just softly glowing a warm, white light. They were a little bigger than a football and were hovering all around the room at various heights.
I kept scanning and noticed that they were also out on the lawn, and in the street. Through the trees, I could see that they were even on the next block. There were thousands of them! That's when I suddenly realized I was looking right through the wall! Now, you have to understand, this was not some hazy, out of focus vision. Everything was crystal clear. The details of the room were crisp, even more than normal, my sight seemed to have improved.
I realized that these were people, and that they were my people. I wondered, "Why do I have so many people?" The answer came to me as a thought, "down the generations" I got it right away, a family goes back in time thousands of years, these were all my people from all time.
For what seemed like an eternity, I stood there, feeling the cool night air and drinking in the sensation of being free of the pain. I don't remember breathing, though. I wasn't hungry, thirsty, or anything else in fact. Funny thing that.
The little candles flames did nothing however. They seemed to be waiting for something.
But I still felt the love coming from them.
I looked to my left slowly, to see my body huddled on the floor motionless. The next second there was a flash of light and BAM! I was back in my body. I was a little disoriented and it took a second for me to realized where I was, the angle was strange as I could see under the bed and the room was very dark again. I realized I was back in my body. My first thought was, "Damn! That DID hurt!" My body was aching in a hundred places from the fall and the pain had returned.
My wife heard my moans and woke up. I told her to take me to the hospital and with great effort we managed to drag my body to the car and drive to the hospital.
The doctors told me that I had had a "coronary incident" and that my heart had stopped beating for as much as two minutes. (I didn't suffer any brain damage, though, since I'm an avid swimmer, and can hold my breath easily for that amount of time.)
Since I had technically "died", they decided there might actually be something wrong with me.
They ran 300 blood tests, every one in the book. When they came back the answer was as clear as a bell...RA. Rheumatoid Arthritus. the worst kind. It's not just an inflammation of the joints, it's the exact opposite of AIDS and in the old days, every bit as lethal. My own white blood cells could no longer tell the difference between bad bacteria and my own tissues. They were literally eating me alive.
Once they got to the internal organs, I suffered the heart attack. It was no problem after that, a dose of steroids, an auto-immune suppressor and I was literally dancing a jig (on atrophied muscles) by the end of the day.
I'm back to normal now, a strapping, barrel-chested 240 lbs. I can swim, run a short distance, and I'm even hoping to ski again next year. But I'm changed in a big way. I really never took life for granted, I always knew that every day was precious, but now it's not an abstract concept to me. i smell the flowers. I ride my bike, I make sure to kiss my girl and tell her I love her every day. I made a tire swing for my grand-children and I swing in it myself every chance I get.
I was certainly never afraid of death, but it's different now. I find it of infinite comfort to know that you don't cease to exist when your body dies. I had faith before, but it's infinitely stronger now. God was very kind to me for some reason.
I guess I still have something to do here!
For a year, I was getting sicker. The doctors couldn't figure it out. I felt like I was filed with wet cement, I was getting stiffer and stiffer, and the pain was incredible. (They tell me now that it compares to childbirth) By the time the year was up, I literally couldn't walk. Even with a cane I could barely shuffle and if I sat down, I couldn't get up. I was even beginning to have trouble focusing my eyes. Since I couldn't eat due to the pain, I had lost over 70 lbs. and looked like a Holocaust survivor. My friends told me I looked like a living skeleton.
One night, about midnight, I woke with a terrible feeling. I was sick! Something was desperately wrong with me! Not just the pain I had been feeling, but something much, much worse! I tried to call out to my wife, but my voice wouldn't work. I fell out of the bed and managed to crawly upwards to a standing position using the dresser handles. As I stood there holding on to the dresser, suddenly.....I was outside my body!
I was standing behind myself. I could see the back of my own head. And that's weird, because usually you don't get to see that angle. I was looking at the curls that I have back there and my first thought was, "Geez, I need a haircut."
Then, my body lost it's hold on the dresser, fingernails scratching the top as the body collapsed heavily to the floor in a heap. It didn't even try to catch itself. I stood there, shocked, thinking, "Wow, that looked like it hurt!"
Then I realized it....I was outside my body. The recognition was instant and hit me like a wave. Suddenly, I was afraid to move. I felt like I might pop myself like a soap bubble. I turned my "head" slowly to the right.....the room was quiet. My wife was still in the bed, sleeping softly. A feeling washed over me. It was a feeling of calm and peace. I was so relieved, the pain of my body was completely gone, I thought, "Oh, that feels so much better!" ( I hadn't truly realized just how much pain I had been in until it was lifted.)
Then I saw them....
They looked a lot like candle flames, larger at the bottom and tapering to a smaller and rounded top, but not flickering at all, just softly glowing a warm, white light. They were a little bigger than a football and were hovering all around the room at various heights.
I kept scanning and noticed that they were also out on the lawn, and in the street. Through the trees, I could see that they were even on the next block. There were thousands of them! That's when I suddenly realized I was looking right through the wall! Now, you have to understand, this was not some hazy, out of focus vision. Everything was crystal clear. The details of the room were crisp, even more than normal, my sight seemed to have improved.
I realized that these were people, and that they were my people. I wondered, "Why do I have so many people?" The answer came to me as a thought, "down the generations" I got it right away, a family goes back in time thousands of years, these were all my people from all time.
For what seemed like an eternity, I stood there, feeling the cool night air and drinking in the sensation of being free of the pain. I don't remember breathing, though. I wasn't hungry, thirsty, or anything else in fact. Funny thing that.
The little candles flames did nothing however. They seemed to be waiting for something.
But I still felt the love coming from them.
I looked to my left slowly, to see my body huddled on the floor motionless. The next second there was a flash of light and BAM! I was back in my body. I was a little disoriented and it took a second for me to realized where I was, the angle was strange as I could see under the bed and the room was very dark again. I realized I was back in my body. My first thought was, "Damn! That DID hurt!" My body was aching in a hundred places from the fall and the pain had returned.
My wife heard my moans and woke up. I told her to take me to the hospital and with great effort we managed to drag my body to the car and drive to the hospital.
The doctors told me that I had had a "coronary incident" and that my heart had stopped beating for as much as two minutes. (I didn't suffer any brain damage, though, since I'm an avid swimmer, and can hold my breath easily for that amount of time.)
Since I had technically "died", they decided there might actually be something wrong with me.
They ran 300 blood tests, every one in the book. When they came back the answer was as clear as a bell...RA. Rheumatoid Arthritus. the worst kind. It's not just an inflammation of the joints, it's the exact opposite of AIDS and in the old days, every bit as lethal. My own white blood cells could no longer tell the difference between bad bacteria and my own tissues. They were literally eating me alive.
Once they got to the internal organs, I suffered the heart attack. It was no problem after that, a dose of steroids, an auto-immune suppressor and I was literally dancing a jig (on atrophied muscles) by the end of the day.
I'm back to normal now, a strapping, barrel-chested 240 lbs. I can swim, run a short distance, and I'm even hoping to ski again next year. But I'm changed in a big way. I really never took life for granted, I always knew that every day was precious, but now it's not an abstract concept to me. i smell the flowers. I ride my bike, I make sure to kiss my girl and tell her I love her every day. I made a tire swing for my grand-children and I swing in it myself every chance I get.
I was certainly never afraid of death, but it's different now. I find it of infinite comfort to know that you don't cease to exist when your body dies. I had faith before, but it's infinitely stronger now. God was very kind to me for some reason.
I guess I still have something to do here!
All the world's a stage and the men and women merely players...Shakespeare
Heaven, Is there such a place?
cool, eh? 
All the world's a stage and the men and women merely players...Shakespeare
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Heaven, Is there such a place?
All good doggies go to Heaven.
Heaven, Is there such a place?
Jlves :-6
A fascinating story. My father, now deceased, also had a near death experience years ago.
Shalom
Ted :-6
A fascinating story. My father, now deceased, also had a near death experience years ago.
Shalom
Ted :-6
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Heaven, Is there such a place?
Thank you Jives and Ted