I’ve just read the firsthand account of a heaven I think even my agnostic brother Ted (especially Ted, as a lover of science fiction) would enjoy. It’s Betty J. Eadie’s Embraced by the Light.
First there was the obligatory tunnel, movement toward the light, the figure of a man radiating “a brilliant, magnificent whiteness. . .
“I could see that the golden halo burst out from around him and spread. . . I felt his light blending into mine. . . Although this light was much brighter than my own, I was aware that my light, too, illuminated us. And as our lights merged, I felt as if I had stepped into his countenance, and I felt an utter explosion of love. It was the most unconditional love I have ever felt. . .
“His light now began to fill my mind, and my questions were answered even before I fully asked them. His light was knowledge. . . I wanted to know everything. . . My comprehension was such that I could understand volumes in an instant. It was as if I could look at a book and comprehend it at a glance–as though I could just sit back while the book revealed itself to me in every detail, forward and backward, inside and out, every nuance and possible suggestion. . .
“I understood not only what people did but why they did it and how it affected other people’s perceptions of reality. . . and all of this brought a wholeness to an event or person or principle that was not possible to comprehend on earth.”
“. . . I walked on the grass for a time. It was crisp, cool, and brilliant green, and it felt alive under my feet. But what filled me with awe in the garden more than anything were the intense colors. We have nothing like them. . . . [Here], the light reflects off [an] object in a certain color. . . Light in the spirit world doesn’t necessarily reflect off anything. It comes from within. . . The flowers, for example, are so vivid and luminescent with color that they don’t seem solid. . .
“A beautiful river ran through the garden. . . fed by a large cascading waterfall of the purest water. . . a melody of majestic beauty carried from the waterfall and filled the garden. . . The music came from the water itself. . . and each drop produced its own tone and melody which mingled and interacted with every other sound and strain around it. The water was praising God for its life and joy. . . the thought came to me that these could possibly be the ‘living waters’ mentioned in the scriptures. . .”
“I noticed a rose. . . gently swaying to faint music, and singing praises to the Lord with sweet tones of its own. . . I seemed to be able to see down into it. . . as though my vision had become microscopic. . . I felt the rose’s presence around me. . . I experienced it as if I were the flower. . . I felt it. . . creating its own music, a melody that perfectly harmonized with the thousands of other roses. . . its petals produced their own tones. . . each working harmoniously for the overall effect–which was joy. . . I felt God in the plant, in me, his love pouring into us. We were all one!”
“. . . Our speed increased, and I felt the exhilaration of flight. I could do whatever I wanted, go wherever I desired, go fast–incredibly fast–or go slow. I loved the freedom. I entered the vastness of space and learned that it was not a void; it was full of love and light. . . I heard a soft, pleasant sound, a distant but comforting sound. . . It was a tone, similar to a note of music, but was universal and seemed to fill all the space around me. . . a vast, cosmic song. . . The tones produced soft vibrations, and as they touched me I knew that they possessed the power to heal.”
Back to her first meeting with the man of light: “There was no questioning who he was. I knew that he was my Savior, and friend, and God. He was Jesus Christ, who had always loved me, even when I thought he hated me. He was life itself, love itself, and his love gave me a fullness of joy, even to overflowing.”