Heaven Must Be Like This
I recently read an article on the Daily Beast that dealt with the existence of Heaven from the prospective of an academic neurosurgeon, Dr. Eben Alexander, who found himself on the journey of a lifetime after falling into a bacterial meningitis induced coma. I found it so fascinating that I've already read it three times (and I plan on buying the book). Here's a portion of that article (followed by a link to the full article and a link to Amazon where you can buy the book)...
For most of my journey, someone else was with me. A woman. She was young, and I remember what she looked like in complete detail. She had high cheekbones and deep-blue eyes. Golden brown tresses framed her lovely face. When first I saw her, we were riding along together on an intricately patterned surface, which after a moment I recognized as the wing of a butterfly. In fact, millions of butterflies were all around us—vast fluttering waves of them, dipping down into the woods and coming back up around us again. It was a river of life and color, moving through the air. The woman’s outfit was simple, like a peasant’s, but its colors—powder blue, indigo, and pastel orange-peach—had the same overwhelming, super-vivid aliveness that everything else had. She looked at me with a look that, if you saw it for five seconds, would make your whole life up to that point worth living, no matter what had happened in it so far. It was not a romantic look. It was not a look of friendship. It was a look that was somehow beyond all these, beyond all the different compartments of love we have down here on earth. It was something higher, holding all those other kinds of love within itself while at the same time being much bigger than all of them.Without using any words, she spoke to me. The message went through me like a wind, and I instantly understood that it was true. I knew so in the same way that I knew that the world around us was real—was not some fantasy, passing and insubstantial.The message had three parts, and if I had to translate them into earthly language, I’d say they ran something like this:“You are loved and cherished, dearly, forever.”“You have nothing to fear.”“There is nothing you can do wrong.”The message flooded me with a vast and crazy sensation of relief. It was like being handed the rules to a game I’d been playing all my life without ever fully understanding it.“We will show you many things here,” the woman said, again, without actually using these words but by driving their conceptual essence directly into me. “But eventually, you will go back.”To this, I had only one question.Back where?Here's the link to the full article: http://www.thedailybeast.com/newsweek/2012/10/07/proof-of-heaven-a-doctor-s-experience-with-the-afterlife.htmlAvailable Oct 23, 2012 on Amazon. Click the following link to pre-order:
Proof of Heaven: A Neurosurgeon's Journey into the Afterlife
