Heaven Is Beyond Your Wildest Expectations (14 page)

Each leaf was the shape of
a teardrop, like a crystal chandelier.

As I walked along the path with the angels, I noticed the sky. It was pinkish in color, with clouds of glory. When I looked more closely, I saw that the clouds were made up of thousands and thousands of people in groups singing. They were strolling in the sky. The beautifully manicured grounds were filled with huge, striking trees that must have been at least two thousand feet tall and of many different varieties. One tree caught my attention. It seemed to be miles across. I was told it was a diadem tree. Each leaf was the shape of a teardrop, like a crystal chandelier. There was a continual sound of chimes coming from the leaves as they brushed against one another. The tree glowed with light and sound. It became aflame with glory. The flame started in the root and went all the way through the branches and out into the chandelier-like leaves. The tree exploded in a cloud of glory—a beautiful light and an unbelievably beautiful sound. The diadem tree was glorious.

Under it were what looked like tens of thousands of people worshiping, but they were not worshiping the tree, only God. The closer I got to the throne room, the more trees I saw and each was as glorious as the diadem tree. I went to one tree that had fruit. When I picked a fruit from it another one grew immediately in its place. When I put the fruit to my lips, it melted into the most delicious thing I have ever tasted. It was like honey and peach juice and pear juice all at the same time, sweet, but not sugary. The trees gave off a beautiful aroma. I was told to take a leaf and smell it, and I did. Then a voice told me that it would give me strength to carry on. The moment I smelled the beautiful fragrance, I was strengthened.

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I was then taken to the archives of Heaven. It was a large building, miles tall, deep and wide. Inside this building were layers of bookshelves; I do not know how tall. Angels were stationed all around these books. A large angel held a book at about shoulder level to me. It was about fifteen feet square and two feet thick. It must have weighed a ton. He opened one third of the way through the book and showed it to me. It had a picture of me looking at the angel holding the book. I saw in the book what was going on at that moment. I saw another angel, a huge angel, who had open a golden book with a quill-like writing instrument that was about six feet long. He was looking and writing, looking and writing. The pen could write forever!

I asked the angel with me what the other angel was doing. He told me the history of each life, everything past, present, and future that is under the blood of Jesus and forgiven is in those books. Angels record all that is done and said on earth, and even our thoughts are recorded. Nothing remains of sin for those whose names have been cleansed by the precious blood of Jesus, the Lamb of God. I understood that’s why it’s important to keep a pure mind. The eye is the window of our soul. Thoughts enter our souls through what we look at. That’s why it’s important to guard what we see, to guard our spirits.

The good things you make
happen on earth will happen to
you in Heaven.

I was also taken to see the Rewards Department in Heaven. It is another huge building where records are kept of the rewards that we do not receive on earth for some reason or another. An example would be the reward for giving to others because of love and compassion we have in our hearts, or to give to a greater need than our own. What we give on earth we will receive back in Heaven. God desires to bless us even more than we desire to be blessed by Him. God has plans to bless you even more than you’ve ever been a blessing to others. The good things you make happen on earth will happen to you in Heaven.

One of the books in the Rewards Department contains desires, wants, and wishes of believers while on earth. They may not have been fulfilled on earth, but they will be in Heaven. Plans are being laid in Heaven according to what is written in the book. There are heavenly events in store for you.

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I saw multitudes of angels in another place who are given to us for wisdom. They go to the library of God’s knowledge to get wisdom and bring it to us, or they go with a special instruction to bring it and cause it to happen on earth. I also saw that the Holy Spirit was in charge of it all—He leads, He guides, He directs, and He gives instruction to the angels who do not act on their own but only under the order of the Lord Jesus and the power of the Holy Spirit. Only the name of Jesus can loose the angels for us. When we mention the name of Jesus in our prayers, the Holy Spirit immediately begins to direct the action and the angels of God come into play for us. I saw that each person who is born again has not one angel, but two. It is important that we, as the children of God, allow God to go into action for us.

When you get to Heaven there’s no such thing as a wounded soul. You are in absolute tranquility and peace. There are no bad thoughts, the only thing you have is a desire to worship God and be a blessing to someone else. On earth we have wounding and wounded souls; in Heaven, we have only blessings. The people in Heaven don’t have the souls we do on earth.

As we continued to walk, the angels beside me, I saw a three-level mansion of maybe thirty rooms. There I saw my grandfather and my grandmother sitting on the porch together talking to other people walking by. I wasn’t allowed to talk to my grandfather, but he saw me and he waved and smiled a great big smile. That meant everything to me.

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Again I heard a voice say, “You have an appointment with God.” I knew that voice was the voice of Jesus. His sheep know His voice. I was escorted to the enormous throne room. It was wider and higher than I could even imagine—hundreds of miles, with massive arches and pillars. Everything in Heaven comes out of the throne. Everything in existence revolves around the throne.

I could feel a difference as I approached the throne. As I got nearer to it, the air became electrically charged with the power and presence of God. It sounded like a hundred million dynamos (Greek:
dynamis
, from which we get the word dynamite) of power was coming out from the throne. It took me awhile to get used to the atmosphere. God is so intently God that I couldn’t go easily before Him—I thought I would vaporize. I had to condition myself to the atmosphere there. The closer I got to the throne, the greater the wonders.

The throne room of God is
the most beautiful place in Heaven.

The closer I got to the throne, the more everything became transparent. Everything is absolutely transparent, with purity closest to God. I saw Jesus walk up to the throne and disappear into the enfolding fire that surrounds the Being on the throne. I saw Him at the throne, and I saw Him in the throne. I didn’t see Father God, but I did see His foot, His toe. He is a very big God! Jesus walked in and out of the glory. It was awesome. The throne room of God is the most beautiful spot in Heaven.

Later, after leaving the throne room, I did see Jesus again from afar talking to different groups of people here and there. He seems to be everywhere. Children run to Him continually, and He loves them all. Then I saw Jesus close to me. When I saw Him, I stopped and the angels stood at attention and backed away from me a couple of feet. Then they bowed low, backed up some more and stood at attention with looks of adoration on their faces. Then Jesus walked toward me. He stopped a few feet from me, and I fell on my face like a dead man. I remember looking at the nail holes through His feet. They shone with a light from the inside of beautiful, beautiful Jesus. He suffered this for me! I had no words.

He touched me, and I was able to stand. I did not feel worthy to stand or look at His face. He reached out His fingers, lifted my chin and said, “Son, look at Me. I love you. Even though you have been disobedient and haven’t done what I have told you to do, I still love you, and I desire for you to tell My people the glorious things that My Father has made for them.”

He took my hand and began to walk with me like a father would a little child. We walked a little farther and He said, “Tell My people I am coming soon. And I love them.” Then He gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek and said, “I love you, too.” He held out His hands in front of me, and I saw where the nails pierced Him. The wounds were open, and yet shining through them was a beautiful light. I saw my name written in His hand, looking almost as if a knife had carved it in there. “See,” He said, “your name is carved on My hand.” I knew the Scripture that says,
“Behold, I have inscribed you on the palms of My hands
…” (Isa. 49:16). Then suddenly He was gone and the angels came back around me.

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I was then taken to a very large area that wasn’t in the city. I don’t know where it was and I don’t know what part of Heaven it was in, but I was taken there in an instant. I was in the air, and I looked down on possibly hundreds of thousands of angels lined up in ranks and in units. They looked like soldiers getting ready to go on parade. Then I knew supernaturally that they were standing right where they had been positioned by God when He first created them for His purposes. They were God’s warfaring angels—they leave Heaven to fight battles for us on earth. Then they go back to Heaven until they are needed again. Some of them had swords that looked fifteen feet long and were on fire. The swords were made of flaming materials.