Excerpted from What You Take To Heaven:
God is the genius of all Creation and has designed paradise for souls who have been purged, have let go of what they had to let go, who bring to the afterlife only what they should.
It is important, when we pass, to bring desire. We must desire to be in a high place near God.
There are places in Heaven for everyone on earth, we are told, but some go empty. Incredibly, those for whom they were constructed have rejected them.
Everything “over there,” “up there,” in the “hereafter” is filled with joy and worship and tone. Those who do not want that as a surrounding go elsewhere. Your mansion is your mission. We purify on earth through Divine Mercy so that we belong in the place that has been prepared — we purify and grow. It is important to grow, but never to assess how someone else is doing. You can’t know! Their lives were designed to accomplish certain (often hidden) things. Talents grow when used for God. When your gifts enlarge, you are fulfilling your purpose. If your work allows you to love fully, it is part of your mission.
When we’re honest about what’s wrong we open ourselves to release it. A breeze blows through. We leave behind residue, taking only, to God, our highest attributes. Sin becomes ash. The ash is taken windward. This is expiation, which often involves suffering because when we suffer we part from the flesh. We rise above it. We elevate. We burn off imperfection. Our blinders drop. We can see more from a cross. We begin to perceive with the eyes of eternity. Suddenly we have an entirely different perspective. Traumas or disease or other major events — especially when sudden and radical, when they’re debilitating — cause a curtain to part just as the veil of the Temple was rent upon the Crucifixion of Jesus (Matthew 57:17).
[resources: What You Take To Heaven]
[Footnote from a description in this passage: “The colors would flow with the music, each wave of scintillating ‘fire-color’ weaving through the sounds as they emanated from the center, like an explosion of choreographed fireworks accompanying the music,” said a man who had a vision of the afterlife — of paradise. “The sounds were the colors… and the colors were the source of the sound: pure harmony rising from one stanza to the next and reaching a crescendo only to fade out into the next phase, ever-building to a climax but never reaching it; music without beat, without end, timeless, eternal, pure. I was stunned. Nothing on earth was anything like this music of color blended with sound; had I a body, I would have exploded in sheer joy at just five seconds of exposure to this eternal symphony.”]
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