Two Famous Visions of
Rebecca Springer at the beginning of the nineteen hundreds recorded the following experiences when she got to visit Heaven.
NO NIGHT and NO CHURCHES IN A HEAVENLY CITY!
Visiting the lake and a view of the Heavenly City
“…I caught my breath, then stopped abruptly and covered my face with my hands to shield my eyes from the glorified scene. I looked upon it as one but half awakened. Before us spread a lake as smooth as glass, but flooded with golden glory caught from the very heavens that made it look like a sea of molten gold. The blossom and fruit-bearing trees grew to its very border. Far, far away across its shining waters arose the domes and spires of what seemed to be a mighty city. Many people were resting upon its flowery banks, and on the surface of the water were boats of wonderful structure, filled with happy souls and propelled by unseen powers.
Above we saw a band of singing cherubs, floating high overhead. “Glory and honor!” sang the child voices. “Dominion and power!” caught up and answered the voices of the multitudes below, “be unto Him who sitteth upon the throne, and to the Lamb forever!”
In the Heavenly City, but without Churches
I was roused from my thoughts by the boat’s touching the marble terrace, and found my brother already standing and waiting to assist me to the shore. Passing up a slight upward slope, we found ourselves in a broad street that led into the center of the city. The streets I found were all very broad and smooth, and paved with marble and precious stones of every kind. Though they were thronged with people intent on various duties, not an atom of debris, nor even dust, was visible anywhere. There seemed to be vast business houses of many kinds, though I saw nothing resembling our large mercantile establishments. There were many colleges and schools; many book and music stores and publishing houses; several large manufactories where, I learned, were spun the fine silken threads of manifold colors which were so extensively used in the weaving of the draperies I have already mentioned. There were art rooms, picture galleries, libraries, many lecture halls and vast auditoriums.
Heavenly Secrets not to be disclosed!
There was much that charmed, much that surprised me in this great city, OF WHICH I MAY NOT FULLY SPEAK, but which I can never forget.
EXCERPTS COURTESY REBECCA SPRINGER’s NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE BOOK “WITHIN THE GATES!”
|A Famous Near-Death Vision of Heaven.
George Ritchie died in 1943 in a Texan military hospital. After meeting a Being of light, who turned out to be Jesus, he was shown his life in just a few seconds of time. Then Jesus took him on a spirit-trip through the spiritual regions of this Earth, where he saw millions of the lost dead continuing on in an endless life in spiritual form only, with no way to hide their private thoughts and intentions to each other! After that Jesus took him toward “the City”…
“…Now however, we seemed to have left the earth behind. I could no longer see it. Instead we appeared to be in an immense void, except that I had always thought of that as a frightening word, and this was not. Some unnamable promise seemed to vibrate through that vast emptiness. And then I saw, infinitely far off, far too distant to be visible with any kind of sight I knew of … a city. A glowing seemingly endless city, bright enough to be seen over all the unimaginable distance between. The brightness seemed to shine from the very walls and streets of this place, and from beings which I could now discern moving about within it. In fact, the city and everything in it seemed to be made of light, even as the Figure at my side was made of light.
“At this time I had not yet read the Book of Revelation. I could only gape in awe at this faraway spectacle, wondering how bright each building, each inhabitant, must be to be seen over so many light-years of distance.
“Walls closed around us. Walls so narrow and box-like, that it was several seconds before I recognized the little hospital room we had left what seemed a lifetime ago. Jesus still stood beside me, otherwise consciousness could not have sustained the transition from infinite space to the dimensions of this cell-like room.
The glorious city still sparkled and glowed in my thoughts, beckoning, calling. With total indifference I noticed that there was a figure lying beneath the sheet on the bed–which nearly filled the minuscule room.
“But incredibly Jesus was telling me that I belonged somehow with that sheeted form, that His purpose for me involved that lump-like thing as well. I was moving nearer to it. It was filling my field of vision, shutting off the Light. Desperately I cried out to Him not to leave me, to make me ready for that shining city, not to abandon me in this dark and narrow place.
“As in a long-ago half-forgotten story I remembered myself combing the halls and wards of this very hospital, wanting desperately to find the figure on this bed. From that loneliest moment of my existence I had leapt into the most perfect belonging— I had ever known. ‘The Light of Jesus had entered my life and filled it completely, and the idea of being separated from Him was more than I could bear,
“Even as I pleaded I felt consciousness slipping from me. My mind began to blur. — I no longer knew what I was struggling for. My throat was on fire and the weight on my chest was crashing me. I opened my eyes but there was something in front of my face. I groped about the blankets trying to find what was covering me, but moving my arms was like trying to lift lead bars. At last my fingers closed upon each other. With my right hand I touched a circular band with an oval stone on the ring finger of my left hand. Slowly I twisted it round and round, as blackness closed over me…..
(courtesy “Return from Tomorrow” by Psychiatrist Dr. George Ritchie)
George Ritchie’s First Meeting With Jesus! (1943 AD)
At last in despair I sank down on the bed. Or did so mentally: actually my disembodied being made no contact with it. There, right there, was my own shape and substance, yet as distant from me as though we inhabited separate planets. Was this what death was? This separation of one part of a person from the rest of him?
“You are in the presence of the Son of God.” Again, the concept seemed to form itself inside me, but not as thought or speculation. It was a kind of knowing, immediate and complete.
(Courtesy “Return from Tomorrow by Psychiatrist Dr. George Ritchie)