Woman Dies and Sees Hell After Vision of Recording Angel

Chapter 1: Early life and straying My parents were servants of God. My mother was an evangelist and my father a minister of the gospel. They not only preached Jesus Christ, they lived it. I never saw my mother wear pants, makeup, or lipstick. I never heard her swear, nor did I hear my father swear at her. They lived holy lives. My mother stayed home. And my father, who was a faithful tithe payer, worked building houses. He taught my nine siblings to work with their hands. So, I grew up in a Christian home with firm principles. But as I grew older, my heart strayed. I wanted to be a superstar, a famous actress. Back then, I was thin, had curly hair, and easily attracted attention. I wanted to be a movie star. I even auditioned for Charlie's Angels and a music video. My brother and I were auditioning for Riven E magazine. I dreamed of being rich and famous, and I had the beauty and brains to achieve it. But I didn't realize that the prayers of the righteous have power. And my parents prayed for me incessantly. My mother and father had 17 children. My mother's knees were dark from praying. She was half black and half oak. My father was half black and half white. But the most important thing about them wasn't their blood, but their faith. They knelt every day to intercede for us. However, I wanted nothing to do with the church. I had been raised in it my whole life and felt I needed to live my own story. I wanted to shine in the world without understanding that the world was only destroying me. I smoked marijuana, drank alcohol, and had problems with men. Some would call it a normal life, but I knew I was wrong. I had six or seven boyfriends at the same time. God tried to call me again and again, but I ignored him. I told him an leave me alone an I just want to sing. I just want to dance. I loved music without understanding that God was the creator of every sound and every instrument was constantly playing. I love to dance. Today my knees remember it. I also served in the Coast Guard, but after a medical discharge, my life sank even further. I didn't understand that I was using the beauty and intelligence God had given me against him. I just wanted to have fun, drink, have money, and fame. I was stubborn. When I set my mind to something, I do it. That's why God had to intervene in such a drastic way. He had to show me hell to get my attention. Some people repent just by hearing a message. But that wasn't my case. God knew I had a calling. And that's why he had to do it this way. As the Bible says, some come out of love, others out of fear. but they came in February 2007. I was working as an apartment manager the month before. I had been in a relationship with a man I wasn't married to. I had already had several spiritual encounters, but the last one was different. It changed my life forever. It was a Sunday in February. I was in the middle of having sex when I suddenly had a vision. I saw Chapter 2: The terrifying angel vision an angel clearly. I recognized him immediately. I knew who he was, what he was doing, and what he was holding. He was a scribe. He held a beautiful pen with a white feather inside. He wore a white robe adorned with small precious stones like pearls, diamonds, and rubies that hung from his robe. He was of average height, maybe 5'6 in or 5'7 in. And he wrote down what he was seeing in my actions. Seeing that shook me, I felt a holy fear, a real panic. I thought, "My God, he's recording everything I do. This isn't a game." At that moment, I understood that nothing is hidden from God. He said, "I go back to heaven to tell God what you are doing and then I go to hell." But at that moment, I didn't understand that God already knew everything. That angel was only writing down what he saw me do so that it would be recorded and used against me on the day of judgment. Because I was living in sin. That day, I returned home terrified. I began to truly repent. I cried out in tears, asking God to forgive me because fear had shaken me to my core. That happened in February. The following month in March, something happened I'll never forget. Despite Chapter 3: Death and spiritual transition everything, continued living in sin. I smoked cigarettes, fornicated, and worked two jobs. I was financially blessed, but I didn't tithe. I didn't have the mind of Christ. I had the mind of the world and the flesh. and it was consuming me. One day, I returned from helping a friend pick up his vehicle. I lived alone, wasn't married, and had already left that previous relationship. I had repented and wanted to straighten out my life. But I continued smoking. Deep down, I knew that if I died in that state, I would go to hell. That night, I went to bed alone. I remember every detail as if it were yesterday. I lay down on the left side of the bed and suddenly felt the mattress on my right side begin to sink as if someone invisible was sitting there. I rubbed my eyes in confusion, leaned on my elbows, looked to that side, and said, "What's going on?" And as soon as I said, "Jesus name," I felt something rip me from my body. I didn't realize it right away. I was standing next to the bed on the floor of my room. And at first, I wasn't afraid. I didn't understand what was happening. I saw a woman lying on my bed and thought, "Who is this woman?" I didn't know it was me. I was confused, looking at my own body without recognizing it. I didn't see any angels, nor demons, nor goodbye. In that moment, just my apartment. Everything the same, but different. It was as if the colors had come to life. Everything looked sharper, brighter. The sunlight was streaming in through the window with an indescribable intensity, as if a thousand magnifying glasses were focusing their light on the room. Ah, I looked down at my hands and noticed I had a body. I was wearing clothes, but it was as if I were in another version of myself. My spiritual body was thinner, almost perfect. I wasn't afraid. God had removed the fear from me. He didn't allow me to understand yet that I had died. He controlled the situation completely. So much so then I realized that if I had understood what was really happening. I would have panicked. God protected me even in that instant because he knows me. I would have screamed, run across the apartment or tried to escape but he kept me calm. Suddenly I understood something. I was in eternity. I didn't know I was dead yet but I felt it. Time didn't exist. Everything was different, deeper, more real than life itself. I mentally made a note in my mind. I am in eternity. I'm not in time. And in the blink of an eye, I passed from my room to another place. For a moment, I thought it was paradise, but I soon discovered it wasn't. I was entering what I describe as the room of the living dead, and what I saw that changed my life forever. Every time I talk about this, it's as if it happened yesterday. Even though it was in 2007, I remember it so clearly that it still shakes me. Years have passed. It's 2025 and I still feel that impact on my soul. Chapter 4: The room of the living dead After leaving my room, I was taken to a place that was not of this world. I crossed from the earthly into eternity and appeared in a huge hall. The walls were completely covered in diamonds. It was as if someone had taken a large brush and painted every surface with precious stones. The brilliance was indescribable, dazzling. Everything looked heavenly. There were so many people there. Imagine a large square box full of people standing side by side, tightly packed together without moving. That's how they were. They all stared straight ahead, motionless as if they were alive, but at the same time dead inside. Each one wore clothes made of diamonds, respplendant suits carved with precision. The light they emanated was breathtaking. Among the crowd were all kinds of honorifics, bishops, pastors, teachers, men and women from different nations. I even saw an Indian woman with beautiful long black hair. I also saw a boy about 12 years old with a bow tie. His entire outfit sparkling with diamonds. They all presented themselves as Christians. Anjo stood on a platform with three steps. 1 2 3. And there next to me was the Holy Spirit. He didn't speak to me, but I could feel his presence. I knew he was there. At that moment, I thought I was in heaven. Everything seemed so beautiful, so pure, so full of light. I remember saying to myself, "Angelo, I'm in heaven." But then the Holy Spirit directed my gaze to the right wall. In the midst of such perfection, there was an old wooden window set into the wall. That window was the only thing that didn't sparkle like diamonds. Through it, clouds in a beautiful blue sky were visible. I stared for a moment, marveling at the spirit of God. He led me to look back at the crowd. He didn't speak to me in an audible voice, but I knew I should look. And that's when I heard the Lord's voice. Clear, strong, powerful. He said, "No, what you're seeing is not heaven. What you see is their outward appearance. They appear to the outside world to be perfect Christians, but inside their hearts are continually evil. Every one of them is on the road to hell." Those words shook me. I saw words begin to float over their bodies as if forming in the air. Unforgiveness, lack of love, pride, hypocrisy, greed. Each word represented the hidden sin of each person. It was terrifying. I couldn't move or speak. I just watched. The Lord was in total control. He kept me silent just so Anne could see. Then I saw a woman. She was dark skinned, about 53 years old, about 5'6 in tall, and weighed maybe 130 lb. She was wearing an elegant cream colored skirt suit that stopped just above her knees. Her jacket was perfectly cut, a three/arter length with an asymmetrical style. Her hair was curled and perfectly styled. The best cut I'd ever seen was beautiful. And e, that woman's jacket began to melt. Her clothes slowly slid away like molten chocolate falling to the floor until all I could see was her skeleton from the middle of her arm to her fingertips. Only her bones remained, glistening in that diamondlike light. It was indescribable at that moment. I was Chapter 5: A glimpse into hell pulled out of that room and suspended in the air in the middle of nowhere. There was no up, no down, no left, no right. Everything was a white void, thick and silent. I couldn't feel the air. No weight, no heat, no cold. It was as if I were frozen in time, suspended in a dimension without sound or movement. Then I looked down and saw about 30 m away a huge round platform. beneath it stretched to brilliant and majestic pyramidal shape. I knew without anyone telling me that the spirit of the living God was there. It was his power that held everything in place. And when my eyes fixed on that presence, I understood that what I was seeing was God himself, the Almighty, the creator of heaven and earth, Jehovah, the one who holds all power in his hands. I knew it in my spirit. And as I thought it, something happened. In an instant, I switched places with a woman who was on the platform. She was naked, covered only with shreds of black cloth and pieces of torn white clothing that hung around her neck. The moment I said, "Within me, an all has all the power, I found myself taking her place, I was the one now lying on that platform, naked with the shreds of cloth hanging off. I didn't see a face, nor human features, nor a solid figure. What I saw was the silhouette of a human being but made of living water. Within that outline, something moved like waves, a liquid light, as if the very essence of water were alive. There are no words enough to describe it. I can only say that its presence was majestic and its height immense, perhaps 9, perhaps 30 m, but certainly overwhelming. I was lying in front of it. On that round platform in front of me, a few meters away, a small brown circle appeared in the air. It floated and began to expand until it became the size of a wall. Inside that circle, a cross formed, dividing it into four parts, like the slices of a cake. I understood that each section was a door on the surface of that circle. Words began to appear, protruding a few centimeters, written in an unknown language, but which I could clearly understand in my spirit. It said the gates of hell. Suddenly, one of the doors opened and passed over the second, then both moved over the third, and finally the three over the fourth until they disappeared. The only thing that remained before my eyes was an abyss of absolute darkness and fire. But it wasn't a fire like that of the earth. It wasn't the blue or white flames of a gas stove. This fire had colors that I had never seen together. Green, yellow, orange, purple. Each shade represented a different level of intensity. I understood that the green fire was hotter than any human flame. And the purple fire even hotter. It was the heat of eternal judgment. The fire that never goes out. All the radiance of the place disappeared. Only the shadows, the darkness, and the flames of hell remained. Then God began to speak. I don't know if it was audibly or directly to my spirit, but I heard it with complete clarity. When God speaks, everything stops. There is no room for thought or doubt. I simply remain silent before his voice. As I lay on that platform, he said, "Do you see this darkness? This darkness is alive. It is an evil separate entity." Then he added, "I created the two great lights, the sun to rule the day and the moon to rule the night. On earth there is no place where your eyes cannot adapt to the darkness, but in hell there is no light." Then he said, "Do you see these flames? They are 20,000 times hotter than the fire of the earth. They are fueled by sulfur day and night and will never go out." As he spoke, the platform where I was standing began to slowly tilt. I felt my feet slide toward that open door, toward that abyss of fire. I tried to brace myself with my elbows, but I couldn't stop myself. I was falling, sliding into the flames. When my feet were just inches from the fire, everything changed suddenly. I returned to my body. Chapter 6: Return and life transformation Immediately, waking up, feeling nothing from the neck down. I was paralyzed, confused, looking around, trying to understand what had just happened. I knew where I was coming from. I knew what I had seen, but I didn't understand how I had returned. Then I heard his voice again. The voice of God. When he spoke to me in eternity, his tone was pure, firm, emotionless, full of absolute truth. But this time, when he spoke to me again in my body, he was angry. I felt his anger, a holy, terrible, and righteous anger in God. He is not someone you can negotiate with when he is angry. You can't calm him with words. You can't pray him away. He is sovereign and when he rises to speak, all creation trembles in him. He said, "You will serve me with all your heart. Because if you don't, I will still use you so that others may be saved through you, but you will die and go to hell." Tell them that tithes and offerings are a commandment. Tell them that this is how my word is preached. Tell them this is how my churches are cared for. Tell them I said it. At that moment, I felt life returning to my body. I sat up in bed and began to scream desperately. My screams were so loud that I don't understand how the police didn't break into my apartment. I was terrified. I couldn't stop my screaming all of a sudden. I heard the sweetest voice I had ever heard, a voice full of pure love. It was the Holy Spirit in his voice. He called me by name and said, "Queen, follow me. I will teach you how to live well. Queen, follow me. I will teach you to love." That voice enveloped me in a tenderness that broke my soul. I began to cry harder because everything I had ever known about Jesus seemed to have been erased. Now I understood who he really was, the creator, the Lord, the Almighty. Not a concept, not a story, but a living presence. I was trembling, still crying. I grabbed my cigarettes, my lighter, and the ashtray. I stood up and told the Lord, "You're not going to take this from me by force, but I don't want to go back to hell. I don't want to go back to that place you took me from. So, I'm going to use the will you gave me. I'm going to throw these cigarettes away, but I need you to do something for me. Make them disgusting to me. Make me hate them. Make me never want them again." I went to the trash and threw everything away. Then I stood there not knowing what to do. I called my brother Jeff. He was always a man of God and had taught me the word for years. When he answered, all I could do was cry out through tears. Jeff, I was in hell. He tried to calm me down, but I kept crying. Jeff, God took me to the room of the living dead. He showed me the gates of hell and brought me back. He warned me. He told me that he would use me anyway. that even if I didn't give up, he would use me so that others would be saved, but I would die and go to hell. I repeated to him over and over, "Jeff, God spoke to me. I'm terrified. I'm terrified." My brother listened silently, and from that day on, he began to teach me the word of God like never before. We talked on the phone 5 or two days a week for hours, sometimes from 10:00 at night until 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning. It wasn't idle chatter. We studied the Bible from Genesis to Revelation. And little by little, the Lord began to restore me. He gave me the ability. I began to remember the books, the chapters, and the verses. My once confused mind began to fill with his truth. I understood God had given me a second chance. He didn't show me hell to Chapter 7: Reflections on mercy and fear scare me, but to wake me up because he had a calling on my life. I had been sinning against God for years. I realized that I had used the beauty he gave me, the intelligence he placed in me, and turned them into instruments of sin. I committed atrocities before the Lord, and yet he let me live. Jesus, I deserved to have gone to hell, but he let me live. To this day, I am amazed by his mercy. When I deserved to be destroyed, he decided to give me another chance. I committed so much sin, so much filth, so much fornication, lies, and curses, and yet he let me live. Thank you, Father, and thank you, Jesus. Thank you for letting me live. Not only did he allow me to continue breathing, but he had been teaching me my whole life about the spiritual world, about demons, about their power, about their gifts. He had placed all of that within me, and I didn't listen, but he still continued to bless me. Thank you, Jesus. Thank you, Father. Your mercy sustains me. And people, they don't understand the gravity of hell. It's a real eternal place. There there is no rest, no water, no food, no communication with anything, only torment. Imagine burning your finger on the stove. Now imagine your whole body burning endlessly, unable to die. That's hell, an I deserve to be thee. But he let me live. Today I'm here telling you this when I should have been lost. I tried to take my life many times. The first time was in 2000. I was determined. I took a knife and was going to open my wrists. I was crying, asking the Lord for forgiveness for what I was about to do. I just wanted the pain to stop. I heard a voice. I didn't see anyone. But the voice filled the entire room. It said, "Hell is a place of unimaginable torment. God loves you more than you can understand. Peace. Be still. At that moment, the knife fell from my hands. I began to cry. Unable to stop. All the weight. All the pain I was carrying disappeared. God saved me from suicide. And it wasn't the first time. It was the 10th. Hey, Jesus saved me more than once. I drank bleach. They pumped my stomach. I tried to shoot myself with a 12 gauge shotgun, but the gun jammed over and over again. He rescued me. Lord, how good you are, my follower, and I'm not in hell. I'm here alive, testifying to your glory. I'm deeply grateful. Father, I could have been lost, but your mercy reached me. I should have died, but you forgave me. You erased my sins from your books as if I had never committed them. And I love him. I love him with all my heart. The Bible says, "And he who is forgiven loves much. I was forgiven much, and that's why I love my Savior so much. I walk now in reverent fear, seeking to live righteous in his sight." Yes. An does anyone hear this testimony? I pray in Jesus' name that they repent. Hell is real. It's not a fairy tale. It's not a metaphor. It's an eternal destiny for those who reject Christ. You cannot worship false gods. You cannot live in wrong religions. You cannot serve the Lord. You cannot live and sin, nor practice immorality, nor beat your spouse, nor preach while leading a double life. The Bible says, "Be holy, for without holiness, no one will see the Lord." There is no other way. Acts 4:1 states, "There is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved, but in the name of Jesus, not Buddha, not Muhammad, nor any other. Only Jesus, only Jesus, he is the way, the truth, and the life." And today I say this with all my soul. And Jesus saved me, forgave me, and let me live in the first place. You mentioned several points. Let me clarify them with God's Chapter 8: Seeing celebrities in hell truth. How can you say you love someone but don't obey them? How can you say you love your father but dishonor him? How can you say you love your husband but don't respect him? Or that you love your wife but don't value her? And how can you say you love God but don't obey his word? True love is demonstrated with obedience. Love isn't words, it's action. When you love, you obey. It's simple. Now, let's talk about salvation. Some say, "Oh yes, God saved me. He'll see that I get to heaven, but show me that doesn't exist in the Bible. Scripture says God is faithful to complete what he begins, and he is. But he began holiness and righteousness, not sin. If he didn't begin sin, he didn't begin it, it will end." God completes the work he begins in a surrendered heart, not in a rebellious one. And I want to tell you something. I saw with my own eyes. I saw Biggie Smalls in Hell. Yes, the same singer had a song called Give Me One More Chance in Life. I loved it. It was my favorite. But one day in 2016, I was browsing social media and saw a woman who called herself a Christian posing in a wax museum with a biggie figure and writing, "This must have been my husband." At that moment, the Lord took me out of my room and straight to hell. Anne, listen carefully, Anne. It wasn't a dream. I was physically out of my body, standing in hell next to the Lord Jesus Christ. The place was like a dark cave without light, a breathing void, evil. There were two enormous demons about four or 5 m tall. They were almost as black as darkness itself. The only way to distinguish them was by the whites of their eyes. In front of them was a cell. Inside, Biggie was holding the bars. It was on fire, burning from within. as if he had a fire inside him. I asked Jesus, "Lord, why is this man here?" And he replied in a voice firm like this man. He told me he didn't need me. This man went to a fetish priest and obtained amulets to become famous. When Jesus said that, the words were written in the air like floating fire. And he explained to me that a witch doctor carried his amulets in his pocket, believing his power came from them. Then I understood that many in this world seek power in dark places. In Africa, in far away countries, there are witch doctors who serve Satan 24 hours a day. They work with enchanted objects, anchors, stones, pieces of cloth. They summon demons to grant human desires, and those demons bind souls to hell. Jesus told me, "This man thought he was a king, but mostly he's here because he told me he didn't need me." After that, the two demons moved. One spoke to the other in a language I'd never heard, but I understood in my spirit what he was saying. Take him to torment. They opened the cell. Biggie was covered in a fake king's robe and a fake crown. They took him and put him in some kind of machine like a press. In hell, although the body is spiritual, you feel the pain as if it were physical. You feel your bones breaking, your muscles tearing, your nerves burning. He screamed, but there was no relief. His body was crushed, reduced to a mass, and then reformed only to suffer again and again. When they returned him to the cell, a fire burst into flames from within, as if his chest had been set on fire by a bomb. But he didn't die. He just burned eternally. And Jesus said to me, "Oh, he's here because he told me he didn't need me." Then I understood that no matter who you are, how famous, rich, or influential. If you reject Christ, that will be your fate. Because the Bible is clear. For God so loved the world that he gave his only son that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. John 3:16. And there is salvation in no one else, because there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved. Only Jesus can save you. Only Jesus can forgive you and only Jesus can deliver you from hell. For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten son that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. But many like Biggie wanted nothing to do with Elan. They told Jesus the same thing Marle Man wrote told her, "I don't need you." And do you know how many people die in their sins today saying the same thing to the Lord? Not because they hate him openly, but because they are deceived. No one goes to hell voluntarily. No one falls there by mistake, but many die deceived believing they are fine when their hearts are far from God. Let me tell you about another Chapter 9: The reality of eternal judgment experience I had. The fireball section was in 2014. I was single and living alone. That night after praying, I lay face down. As I always slept, suddenly I felt my spirit begin to leave my body. I could hear a sound like electricity running through me. A deep humming sound. I had never felt that before. The Lord allowed me to hear what happens when the spirit leaves the body. I began to cry, clutching the headboard of the bed, begging God not to take me. I kept saying to the Lord, "Please don't take me. Don't leave me like you left others. I don't want to go." I was terrified. But in an instant, I was there in hell, standing in the same blue dress I wore at home. At home, I looked around. I was facing a huge wall, like a cave, completely dark, as black as pitch, with no end in sight. Every time the Lord takes me there, he takes away the fear, the smell, and the sound, so I can see clearly what he wants to show me. In front of me, I saw something I will never forget. Thousands of balls of fire, perfectly round, the size of a person. Each one floated above the ground, suspended in the air. And inside each of those balls was a soul. A person in the fire didn't consume them. It only enveloped them eternally. The colors were indescribable. Black, blue, purple, yellow. Each hue represented the intensity of the fire, heat. If you looked closer, you could see the face of the person inside, but they were unrecognizable, distorted by torment. They were men and women who had rejected God like one of them trying to escape but couldn't. He pounded the fire, screamed, cried. The fire wouldn't go out. It was his eternal prison. And as I watched, my spiritual eyes zoomed in like a camera. It was as if I approached from miles away until I could almost see his face. But just before I recognized him, my spirit suddenly fell, returning to my body. I felt the weight of my spirit rushing back in as if it were crashing inside me. I woke up crying, trembling, and said to the Lord, "Why do you keep doing this to me? I don't want to see hell. I don't want to see the torment." And then I heard his powerful voice like thunder crashing down from heaven. He said, "It is necessary." His words shook my entire being. I understood that he wanted me to tell it, to warn, to shout to the world that hell is real. From then on, nothing on earth could make me sin deliberately again. No money, pleasure, or fame is worth my soul. The fear of God was engraved in my anible says the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. And today I tell you, many do not fear God because they do not know him. I know him not 100% of the time. That is true because he is infinite, but enough to know that it has a glorious side and a dangerous side. Yes, God is love. His love is deep, crazy, incomprehensible. But it is also a consuming fire. Do not fear fear God. He was created. God is the creator. How can you fear the created more than the one who made everything? Satan hates God and cannot touch him. So he attacks what God loves you and me. Hell was not created for humans, but for him and his demons. But if you reject Christ, there is no other place to go. God will not force anyone into his house. If you choose to live as if hell were your home, he will love you enough to let you go. That's what many people don't understand. God judges with love, not because he hates, but because he respects your decision. He loves you enough to give you freedom, even if that freedom leads you to lose yourself. That's why I choose to obey him every day, not because I fear his punishment, but because I love him and don't want to hurt him. When you truly love, you don't want to hurt the one you love. An I love my lord. An I want him to look at me and say, "Ann, I am pleased with you, queen. I want him to come to my house, not only in spirit, but with his real presence. And although he loves everyone, he doesn't reveal himself to everyone in the same way. He only reveals himself to those who seek him with all their heart. That's why I proclaim him today. Jesus visited me, showed me hell, taught me fear, and covered me with his mercy. And I am living proof that his grace exists. I am the reflection of his compassion within. Do you want to see God's mercy? Look at me. Without him, I would be lost. But with him, I am free. After that encounter with hell, my life changed completely. I was saved. I Chapter 10: A glimpse of heaven stopped stalking, trying to be a movie star, and chasing men because I had a problem with them. There was a time when I had seven men in my life at the same time. I did nothing with them but played with their emotions. I called them ant. You and me on Monday, you on Tuesday, you on Wednesday. It was pure vanity, pride, and sin. I liked feeling desired. But deep down I was empty. I was a nobody. I was a sinner, but God has mercy on my own. One day I prayed three prayers to the Lord. I said, "Lord, I want to see a glimpse of heaven. I want to fall at your feet as if dead, and I want my parents to know I'm saved." I prayed that prayer for a year and a half. On October 21st, 2007, at 10:00 a.m., I was in my apartment about to call my brother. I had the cordless phone in my hand when suddenly my spirit left my body. I was sitting up in bed and I saw me rise. I was wearing a white seamless tunic with long softly falling sleeves, a round neck, and a sheer lustrous fabric. It reached my feet. It was beautiful, and I understood it was the garment of salvation. As I completely emerged from my body, I looked down and said, "How tall I am." And in that instant, I was somewhere else. In the blink of an eye, I reached heaven. At first, I saw only a white mist everywhere. It was so dense that I could barely make out shapes. But suddenly, I noticed that I was standing in a kind of boat. The boat was made of solid gold. Its base shone with such purity that I could see myself reflected in it as if it were a liquid mirror. It was a rowboat large enough for two people, and with me was an angel. He was tall, powerful, and had brilliant blonde hair. It wasn't golden hair like the sun, but a pure luminous yellow. His eyes had an indescribable brilliance, and his presence conveyed strength and peace at the same time. He looked at me without speaking, but his silence said it all. He knew I understood where I was. I began to shout with joy, "I'm in heaven. I'm home. I'm in heaven." The angel smiled gently and leaned down a little, letting me vent that joy. At that moment, I looked beyond the fog and saw two enormous structures in the distance, like living towers filled with light and color. The colors rose and fell on the walls like waves of energy. They were hues that don't exist on Earth. There was no way to describe them. Some were green, burgundy, or gold, but others didn't belong to this world. They were living, breathing colors of the sky. moving to the beat of God's glory. Then I understood that these structures were my parents' homes. They weren't ordinary houses. They breathed. They had life. On the roof of one was a black and red rooster, and on the other a black and white cow. Both were alive, moving gently in the heavenly wind.

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