My First Visit to Heaven

I first visited Heaven

about two years before my daughter took her own journey to heaven. I’m not sure how or why I was blessed to see this, maybe for the mere fact of giving hope to others. Perhaps it was to be able to know where my daughter would be so it could give hope and relief to myself when the moment came, or maybe it was a mistake somehow like my soul family informed me once I was there.

But, there are no Divine mistakes.

Either way, I would like to share this with  my readers because it was an extraordinary journey. In March of 2015, I fell asleep quickly and did something only some can achieve, astral projection. During this I was allowed to receive a glimpse of heaven.

I did not know the term astral projection until after my daughter took her trip to her heavenly home. Call it what you will, I was there and it was amazing.

I had a string attached to me. Strangely, I felt completely light. I was weightless, much like when you get into water and you can bounce and float. I floated into a room where it smelled like the inside of a florist shop. It was amazing! Roses, lilies, carnations, cut stems of baby’s breath, I could smell it all! I didn’t see these flowers, but I knew they were there.

I arrived at two doors. The doors opened, and I floated inside. I had a guide with me telling me everything that was happening. The guide was a familiar voice, a soft spoken angelic voice and it made me feel completely calm. I’m not sure if you have ever experienced this type of calm. I had zero worries, zero thoughts, just existing and the emotion of excitement. I know now that this was consciousness, something we all possess and take for granted.

I had no idea what I was entering into.

When the doors opened and I floated inside. A crowd of souls met me there. Everyone was so welcoming and excited that I was there. I was the star, I was important and the greatest feeling I can remember experiencing was love. I knew everyone. I could hear everyone. The souls all talked at once and yet, I understood every word.

The souls had no faces, everyone was the same. Everyone was a glowing golden yellow light. Everyone had shapes, the same shape, much like human shape. Everyone beamed with love and love was everyone. All of the souls were different and spoke differently. They were all people (souls) that knew me from this life, the last, and before that.

Have you ever felt such complete overwhelming love without having to question why you are feeling it? This was that feeling and I reciprocated that very love to each and every one of them.

My guide told me to look to the left. White angels stood up as tall as tall could be. They were incredibly tall and behind them was the brightest light I have ever seen. This was Divine Light, God. I told my guide, “that is the brightest light!” I asked “why is it not hurting my eyes?” My guide answered “there is no pain here and God would never cause pain.”

At this time, I said “I need to go get the rest of my family, I want them all to come here and experience this!” My guide said “No it is not their time, nor is it yours.”

I started to ask questions quickly and I begged to stay. I didn’t want to leave. “What do you mean it isn’t my time?” “Why can’t I stay?” “Why can’t my family come?”

I floated back to the door, into the room that smelled of flowers and I was jerked back by the string. I quickly viewed space as like it was only a painting on a wall that I ran by. This happened so quickly I had no time to study details.

I woke up choking on acid from my stomach. I have suffered choking attacks like this many times since my early 20s and thankfully have always woken up. I try to do everything to prevent these episodes. Sometimes it still just happens.

Here nor there; I believe I was meant to see this for whatever lesson the Divine intends for it. Whether you, my readers are grieving and need hope, you are scared of what might be, or if it was just so I would know where my daughter is and how much continuous love she feels, it was and will always be a blessing to me.

I hope this inspires you. God is real. The intense emotions I get from recalling this magical event in my life are overwhelming tears of joy and a heart filled with love. I will never forget my first or any trip I have been allowed to take to heaven.

More to come…

with love,


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