A vision of Heaven?

[Ani Tefillah]

A slightly abbreviation.

December 2021. A vision (?)

When I got suddenly very weak in December 2021, I had an inner vision when I was so weak that I thought it was my time to go Home. I had actually prayed to get a vision of Heaven for awhile, if it pleased Abba Father. I don't know if all in this vision is as it is, but it was so vivid and I was so comforted by it, in the midst of the weakness. The Lord healed me completely, by the way.

*The vision started with that I "died" when I was going down the stairs, and immediately there were two angels by my side, and they said that they should lead me Home to Heaven.

*Suddenly we stood outside "the Gate of Pearl", and one of the angels said that there were something I had to "see" before I went through the Gate....

*Then I saw a large Book on a large table; and an angel asked my name, and then he browsed in the Book and said with joy; ML, you are written in the Book of the Life! Then we all rejoiced!

*Then I saw a beautiful jar/flask, and an angel said that on/in it were all mine tears collected. I think that the tears in the jar/flask were poured down on a book, and became "living pictures" (?).

*Then I suddenly saw the Lord, Yeshua Messiah, standing right before me looking at me with His Loving and tender eyes, and then I fell down before His feet and shouted. "Holy! Holy! Holy!"!
He pulled me up, and then I discovered that I had a crown on my head. I took it off me and threw it before the Lord's feet, and said; "It isn't i, but You Who deserve this, Lord!" Then He said; "That is true, but I want you to have it." He put it on my head.

* "Come, I shall show you some things"; He said.

*Then I saw two long lines of people, one to the left and one to the right. I asked the Lord what it was.

*Then He said that it was people who would greet me welcome Home.

*Those to the left were from the L and B families (lineage) ; and I recognized a few. I noticed one who was SO alike myself ; and she said that she had lived in the 1300th century....

*Those to the right were people who the Lord had touched through me.

*I remember that when I walked through the Gate, my name was called out, and it was a great cheer and gladness because I had come Home!

*The Lord held me in His hand and wanted to show me around.
I asked Him where my "straw hut" was, and then He had a good laugh !

*Everything I saw were SO beautiful! Then we came to a place where I could see high, beautiful mountains with snow on, in the distance ; and I said to the Lord ; "Oh, so beautiful, what if my straw hut was here! " Then the Lord laughed again, and just around the next turn, it was a beautiful three story house, with a balcony in the upper story.
He said that I should walk to the door, and see what was written there; and on the door it was written:" Here lives ML!"

*"Is this my house?" I asked the Lord, and He said that it was.
Everything was beautiful, both outwardly and inwardly, and from the balcony I had a lovely view toward the mountains etc. There were trees and brilliant beautiful flowers around the house.

*When I was on the earth, I was interested in learning languages, and in Heaven I could understand all languages, and speak all languages. That was fascinating!

*Then the Lord took me into the Throne room, where Abba Father sat on His enormous great Throne, surrounded by His beautiful (rain) bow , the four living creatures, and all the other which I had read about in His Word. Everything were brilliant beautiful, and it was a lovely worship all the time.

*I heard Abba Father say to me ; "come up here, My beloved daughter! I have waited for you, and longed for you to come Home!"
Suddenly I resided between Abba Father's shoulders, and I just cried of joy and thankfulness, and felt a deep relief over that I finally had come Home, and that I always should be in Abba Father's and the Lord's safe arms and presence.

 

[Ronald David Bruno]

A slightly abbreviation.

December 2021. A vision (?)

When I got suddenly very weak in December 2021, I had an inner vision when I was so weak that I thought it was my time to go Home. I had actually prayed to get a vision of Heaven for awhile, if it pleased Abba Father. I don't know if all in this vision is as it is, but it was so vivid and I was so comforted by it, in the midst of the weakness. The Lord healed me completely, by the way.

*The vision started with that I "died" when I was going down the stairs, and immediately there were two angels by my side, and they said that they should lead me Home to Heaven.

*Suddenly we stood outside "the Gate of Pearl", and one of the angels said that there were something I had to "see" before I went through the Gate....

*Then I saw a large Book on a large table; and an angel asked my name, and then he browsed in the Book and said with joy; ML, you are written in the Book of the Life! Then we all rejoiced!

*Then I saw a beautiful jar/flask, and an angel said that on/in it were all mine tears collected. I think that the tears in the jar/flask were poured down on a book, and became "living pictures" (?).

*Then I suddenly saw the Lord, Yeshua Messiah, standing right before me looking at me with His Loving and tender eyes, and then I fell down before His feet and shouted. "Holy! Holy! Holy!"!
He pulled me up, and then I discovered that I had a crown on my head. I took it off me and threw it before the Lord's feet, and said; "It isn't i, but You Who deserve this, Lord!" Then He said; "That is true, but I want you to have it." He put it on my head.

* "Come, I shall show you some things"; He said.

*Then I saw two long lines of people, one to the left and one to the right. I asked the Lord what it was.

*Then He said that it was people who would greet me welcome Home.

*Those to the left were from the L and B families (lineage) ; and I recognized a few. I noticed one who was SO alike myself ; and she said that she had lived in the 1300th century....

*Those to the right were people who the Lord had touched through me.

*I remember that when I walked through the Gate, my name was called out, and it was a great cheer and gladness because I had come Home!

*The Lord held me in His hand and wanted to show me around.
I asked Him where my "straw hut" was, and then He had a good laugh !

*Everything I saw were SO beautiful! Then we came to a place where I could see high, beautiful mountains with snow on, in the distance ; and I said to the Lord ; "Oh, so beautiful, what if my straw hut was here! " Then the Lord laughed again, and just around the next turn, it was a beautiful three story house, with a balcony in the upper story.
He said that I should walk to the door, and see what was written there; and on the door it was written:" Here lives ML!"

*"Is this my house?" I asked the Lord, and He said that it was.
Everything was beautiful, both outwardly and inwardly, and from the balcony I had a lovely view toward the mountains etc. There were trees and brilliant beautiful flowers around the house.

*When I was on the earth, I was interested in learning languages, and in Heaven I could understand all languages, and speak all languages. That was fascinating!

*Then the Lord took me into the Throne room, where Abba Father sat on His enormous great Throne, surrounded by His beautiful (rain) bow , the four living creatures, and all the other which I had read about in His Word. Everything were brilliant beautiful, and it was a lovely worship all the time.

*I heard Abba Father say to me ; "come up here, My beloved daughter! I have waited for you, and longed for you to come Home!"
Suddenly I resided between Abba Father's shoulders, and I just cried of joy and thankfulness, and felt a deep relief over that I finally had come Home, and that I always should be in Abba Father's and the Lord's safe arms and presence.

There are two things that seem off about this vision:
1. God will convert all languages back to one pure language. This will be true not only in heaven but also in the Millennial Kingdom:

• Zephaniah 3:9 (KJV): "For then will I turn to the people a pure language, that they may all call upon the name of the LORD, to serve him with one consent". This prophecy speaks of a future restoration when people will unite in worship of God, potentially indicating a single language or a purified form of communication that eliminates division. This reverses the confusion of languages that occurred at the Tower of Babel.

2. People have seen Jesus in dreams and visions, but no one has ever seen the Father and come back, let alone sit on His throne. (John 1;18; 6:46)

??

 

[ScottA]

There are two things that seem off about this vision:
1. God will convert all languages back to one pure language. This will be true not only in heaven but also in the Millennial Kingdom:

• Zephaniah 3:9 (KJV): "For then will I turn to the people a pure language, that they may all call upon the name of the LORD, to serve him with one consent". This prophecy speaks of a future restoration when people will unite in worship of God, potentially indicating a single language or a purified form of communication that eliminates division. This reverses the confusion of languages that occurred at the Tower of Babel.

2. People have seen Jesus in dreams and visions, but no one has ever seen the Father and come back, let alone sit on His throne. (John 1;18; 6:46)

??

I too have seen the Father. The times are fulfilled.

 

[Rockerduck]

I too have seen the Father. The times are fulfilled.

I've seen Jesus and angels, but not the Father. There were many "almosts" though.

 

[Heart2Soul]

I believe it is possible to see Abba Father in a vision but not with the naked eye.

 

[Ronald David Bruno]

I too have seen the Father. The times are fulfilled.

No story to share? Would you like to elaborate on that?
Usually if someone has an amazing, out-of-this world experience, like seeing God face to face, (that Jesus said, no one has), they could not contain themselves from sharing their unbelievable miracle of an event.
I thought you were an author? That's a pretty weak witness statement ... it wouldn't hold up in court. The prosecutor would demand a little more than that.

 

[ScottA]

No story to share? Would you like to elaborate on that?
Usually if someone has an amazing, out-of-this world experience, like seeing God face to face, (that Jesus said, no one has), they could not contain themselves from sharing their unbelievable miracle of an event.
I thought you were an author? That's a pretty weak witness statement ... it wouldn't hold up in court. The prosecutor would demand a little more than that.

Wow Ron, you must live a very focused life! I would have thought that everyone that has been on here for any length of time would have heard my story--which I have told here on the forum in some detail at least a dozen times--there's even a couple of testimony threads.

Meanwhile, I have written four books as a result of my experience with God; followed His lead; walked through His holy fire in silence not speaking any more than He has directed and allowed for going on forty years; and have come out the other side released from His restraint able to finally speak what was before unlawful to utter; and I have made no secret of it.

But for you--here it is briefly again:

My Testimony​

​

Growing up was like something out of a story book. I’ll get to times of suffering, but for the most part life was good. I was raised on a ranch with a wonderful, loving mother and father, a sister and two brothers, and friends. Although we had lots of chores and worked really hard compared to other kids, it was a good, healthy, and memorable time. After high school, as the nursery rhyme goes: “first came love, then came marriage, and kids in the baby carriage.” I worked a couple of tough jobs for about a decade and then went into business for myself. It was all very much the typical American dream.​

​

Then, my business got broken into—three consecutive times!​

​

The financial hardship caused the breakup of my marriage. I was separated from my children. Then, after dividing everything into two unequal halves in divorce, my half went down like a sinking ship. I ended up filing for bankruptcy, and lost it all.​

​

Then came insult to injury. I had suffered no physically harm, it’s just that I was at the top of my game while all this was happening. I had even invented a few things. At a new job after the bankruptcy, I even won awards for things that had not been attempted before in the company's entire 30-year history. That year I increased sales in my territory from 600,000 to a $1,000,000, and received the president of the company’s top annual sales award. And yet, by a series of unfortunate events—that rug too was pulled out from under me. My best was good—very good, but it didn't seem to matter.​

​

One night, after a long downward spiral, at the end of myself, I decided to have a little talk with God—that is, if there was a God. At the time, I wasn't sure. But I started talking to him anyway, and said, "This is the place where a person takes their own life—but I'm not going to do it! I'm not playing this game anymore! If you want my life God—take it, you can have it! Otherwise, I need some answers. I need to know what life is all about, and what my part in it is. If it all just ends in failure upon failure--what's it all for? What’s the use? Otherwise, I’ve only got one thing left that hasn’t failed me: I'm going to go live in the woods...."​

​

To my complete and utter surprise—He answered!​

​

After having every other door slammed in my face, I finally knocked on the right door!​

​

Lying there in bed, I instantly found myself in the air above the very spot (in the woods) where I had threatened to go, apparently, in the spirit. This sort of religious experience is not so easily defined. But for the sake of argument, let’s just say, the "me" that is usually at home in my body—had left the building!​

​

Next, I found myself with my back up against a huge frozen wall covered with ice. Before me were masses of people as far as I could see, wave after wave, like looking out over the ocean, and they began to stir. In desperation I turned and began beating on the wall of ice with my fists. Chunks of ice came falling down and an enormous door opened up. Through the door I saw a narrow stairway going up into the clouds. At the top--was my father. Now, that may sound like the result of some kind of father issue, but we had no issues. Nothing like that.​

​

Next, I found myself through the door on the narrow stairway, and in through the doorway came babies--infants, wrapped in little white blankets. I reached out and took the first one and passed it up the stairway to my father’s open arms. I turned back and took another and did the same, again, and again, and again.​

​

Sometime thereafter, I suddenly found myself back in the physical, back in my body. Startled, I shot straight up, not stopping until I was seated at the foot of my bed. Eventually I laid back down in awe and bewilderment and went to sleep.​

​

The next morning I awoke refreshed, full of peace and joy. I couldn't stop thinking about my experience, and kept repeating it over and over again in my mind:​

​

"A door was opened to me, and I helped deliver children to my father in the sky..."​

​

"A door was opened to me, and I helped deliver children to my father in the sky!"​

​

What could it all mean?​

​

Suddenly, everything in my life changed. I had to change. I was changed...​

​

My job had already changed, my relationship ended, and I moved.​

​

I then went to live with my younger brother and his family temporarily and made plans for a career change. In the spare room where they put me up, I found a bible. I was drawn to it. I started reading and didn't stop. I went through it like a novel, cover to cover. As I did, I came to realize that whoever was behind this book--was also behind my experience. The author of the bible and the One who answered me, were one and the same. My experience confirmed the bible to be true, and the bible confirmed my experience to be from God. Although there were many points of confirmation, when I got to the part in the gospels about "our Father in heaven", I knew that just as I had seen in my experience—this was my Father in the sky!​

 

[Ronald David Bruno]

Wow Ron, you must live a very focused life! I would have thought that everyone that has been on here for any length of time would have heard my story--which I have told here on the forum in some detail at least a dozen times--there's even a couple of testimony threads.

Meanwhile, I have written four books as a result of my experience with God; followed His lead; walked through His holy fire in silence not speaking any more than He has directed and allowed for going on forty years; and have come out the other side released from His restraint able to finally speak what was before unlawful to utter; and I have made no secret of it.

But for you--here it is briefly again:

My Testimony​

​

Growing up was like something out of a story book. I’ll get to times of suffering, but for the most part life was good. I was raised on a ranch with a wonderful, loving mother and father, a sister and two brothers, and friends. Although we had lots of chores and worked really hard compared to other kids, it was a good, healthy, and memorable time. After high school, as the nursery rhyme goes: “first came love, then came marriage, and kids in the baby carriage.” I worked a couple of tough jobs for about a decade and then went into business for myself. It was all very much the typical American dream.​

​

Then, my business got broken into—three consecutive times!​

​

The financial hardship caused the breakup of my marriage. I was separated from my children. Then, after dividing everything into two unequal halves in divorce, my half went down like a sinking ship. I ended up filing for bankruptcy, and lost it all.​

​

Then came insult to injury. I had suffered no physically harm, it’s just that I was at the top of my game while all this was happening. I had even invented a few things. At a new job after the bankruptcy, I even won awards for things that had not been attempted before in the company's entire 30-year history. That year I increased sales in my territory from 600,000 to a $1,000,000, and received the president of the company’s top annual sales award. And yet, by a series of unfortunate events—that rug too was pulled out from under me. My best was good—very good, but it didn't seem to matter.​

​

One night, after a long downward spiral, at the end of myself, I decided to have a little talk with God—that is, if there was a God. At the time, I wasn't sure. But I started talking to him anyway, and said, "This is the place where a person takes their own life—but I'm not going to do it! I'm not playing this game anymore! If you want my life God—take it, you can have it! Otherwise, I need some answers. I need to know what life is all about, and what my part in it is. If it all just ends in failure upon failure--what's it all for? What’s the use? Otherwise, I’ve only got one thing left that hasn’t failed me: I'm going to go live in the woods...."​

​

To my complete and utter surprise—He answered!​

​

After having every other door slammed in my face, I finally knocked on the right door!​

​

Lying there in bed, I instantly found myself in the air above the very spot (in the woods) where I had threatened to go, apparently, in the spirit. This sort of religious experience is not so easily defined. But for the sake of argument, let’s just say, the "me" that is usually at home in my body—had left the building!​

​

Next, I found myself with my back up against a huge frozen wall covered with ice. Before me were masses of people as far as I could see, wave after wave, like looking out over the ocean, and they began to stir. In desperation I turned and began beating on the wall of ice with my fists. Chunks of ice came falling down and an enormous door opened up. Through the door I saw a narrow stairway going up into the clouds. At the top--was my father. Now, that may sound like the result of some kind of father issue, but we had no issues. Nothing like that.​

​

Next, I found myself through the door on the narrow stairway, and in through the doorway came babies--infants, wrapped in little white blankets. I reached out and took the first one and passed it up the stairway to my father’s open arms. I turned back and took another and did the same, again, and again, and again.​

​

Sometime thereafter, I suddenly found myself back in the physical, back in my body. Startled, I shot straight up, not stopping until I was seated at the foot of my bed. Eventually I laid back down in awe and bewilderment and went to sleep.​

​

The next morning I awoke refreshed, full of peace and joy. I couldn't stop thinking about my experience, and kept repeating it over and over again in my mind:​

​

"A door was opened to me, and I helped deliver children to my father in the sky..."​

​

"A door was opened to me, and I helped deliver children to my father in the sky!"​

​

What could it all mean?​

​

Suddenly, everything in my life changed. I had to change. I was changed...​

​

My job had already changed, my relationship ended, and I moved.​

​

I then went to live with my younger brother and his family temporarily and made plans for a career change. In the spare room where they put me up, I found a bible. I was drawn to it. I started reading and didn't stop. I went through it like a novel, cover to cover. As I did, I came to realize that whoever was behind this book--was also behind my experience. The author of the bible and the One who answered me, were one and the same. My experience confirmed the bible to be true, and the bible confirmed my experience to be from God. Although there were many points of confirmation, when I got to the part in the gospels about "our Father in heaven", I knew that just as I had seen in my experience—this was my Father in the sky!​

Well, that was a very life transforming testimony. Sad for your loss. As the Lord has drawn you to Himself, changed your heart, have you since reconciled with your children? Did God heal your relationship with them? The wonderful vision of handing babies up those stairs to God as He carries them into heaven suggests your kids would be also included. ? Well the idea suggests you'd be instrumental in evangelism and saving souls.
Jesus is the exact representation and radiance of the Father. He said, "If you have seen Me, you have seen the Father". Of course He meant spiritually.
Is it possible you met Jesus at the top of those stairs?

 

[ScottA]

Well, that was a very life transforming testimony. Sad for your loss. As the Lord has drawn you to Himself, changed your heart, have you since reconciled with your children? Did God heal your relationship with them? The wonderful vision of handing babies up those stairs to God as He carries them into heaven suggests your kids would be also included. ? Well the idea suggests you'd be instrumental in evangelism and saving souls.
Jesus is the exact representation and radiance of the Father. He said, "If you have seen Me, you have seen the Father". Of course He meant spiritually.
Is it possible you met Jesus at the top of those stairs?

What happened with my children is: the divorce came as the result of financial problems from the break-ins that caused me to dig in to my work in an attempt to save my business; while at the same time my wife turned to associate the problems centered around me as the operator of the business, to blaming me, in spite of me being the victim, which in reality we both were. It made her bitter, so much so, that she had an affair which only made her bitterness all the more apparent around the kids. When I was around, her own guilt fueled resentment toward me in their presence. Which left me in a position to insist on the visitation rights I had, or stay away so the kids were less affected by the trauma and bitterness.

It took years of walking on eggshells to have them come around to seeing that I was not that guy their mother made me out to be, and each one had to go through their own heartbreaking relationship before they could actually look at things as the were, that it was not me but their mother who had violated our marriage. But we're back and have been now for some time--hallelujah!

But yes, the first thing I turned to with God and my newfound relationship with Him, was to my children being part of the package--that they too be in His salvation plans for me. Which has yet to come to fruition. But I continue to pray knowing that He is faithful.

As for meeting Jesus at the top of those stairs...I am sure it was at His hand that the door was opened to me. But yes, I consider them One and the same depending on the matter at hand.

 

[Ronald David Bruno]

What happened with my children is: the divorce came as the result of financial problems from the break-ins that caused me to dig in to my work in an attempt to save my business; while at the same time my wife turned to associate the problems centered around me as the operator of the business, to blaming me, in spite of me being the victim, which in reality we both were. It made her bitter, so much so, that she had an affair which only made her bitterness all the more apparent around the kids. When I was around, her own guilt fueled resentment toward me in their presence. Which left me in a position to insist on the visitation rights I had, or stay away so the kids were less affected by the trauma and bitterness.

It took years of walking on eggshells to have them come around to seeing that I was not that guy their mother made me out to be, and each one had to go through their own heartbreaking relationship before they could actually look at things as the were, that it was not me but their mother who had violated our marriage. But we're back and have been now for some time--hallelujah!

But yes, the first thing I turned to with God and my newfound relationship with Him, was to my children being part of the package--that they too be in His salvation plans for me. Which has yet to come to fruition. But I continue to pray knowing that He is faithful.

As for meeting Jesus at the top of those stairs...I am sure it was at His hand that the door was opened to me. But yes, I consider them One and the same depending on the matter at hand.

I am glad your kids have forgiven you ( whether in their minds you were the cause or not of this falling out; and/or a realization that in marriage, it takes two).
I always used to pass this motto around that "If you fail as a parent to love your kids (a duty and responsibility), it doesn't matter what you accomplish in life, you've failed in life". Of course, God can save those who have failed - it seems we all have flunked the course one way or another.