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Forgive the digression. One morning I awoke to a visitation by a heavenly host. Truely, I thought that I was suddenly and unexpectedly about to die. They came in through the kitchen window; tiny winged faces, (a thousand points of light) literaly speaking. I stood up and was not afraid. A shaft of light descended upon me and a non-verbal conversation ensued. It seemed that all the knowledge with in-me was being exchanged via a kind of osmosis. I looked at my bed to see if I was sleeping. The bed was empty and I was standing there and my visitors were bekoning for me to join them. They wanted me to come up to them. I refused because I understood that if I did, I would not return. My husband needed me and depended upon me and I could not leave him, but the real truth was, I was not ready to leave this world. When I tried to go back to sleep there was a beautiful ancient gentleman seated next to me. He was dressed in an azure blue robe and had flowing silver hair. Around his neck he wore a golden collar. He had rozy cheeks and beautiful blue eyes from which flowed the milk of human kindness. He conveyed his thoughts to me without the sound of words, and the message was, "my dear, whatever do you think angels are?" Did he want me to tell people about my experience? Who would belive me? In retrospcect, I wish that I myself had done less talking, and more lisening, but it seemed that I had a lot to say, and the communication was entirely non verbal.

My mind had been in an alpha state and for a matter of a few minutes or a thousand years I had a glimpse of heaven.