Pets in heaven

Near-Death Experiences with Deceased Pets and Animals Excerpted from http://www.near-death.com

According to NDE researcher and experiencer P.M.H. Atwater: "Both adults and children occasionally report being greeted on the Other Side by animals, especially if favored pets have previously died. But it is the children who describe an animal heaven, some even insisting that they must go through it before they can reach the heaven where people are. Adult cases can be equally compelling."

Jan Price’s and Her Dog Maggi As the density changed, becoming lighter and finer, I felt that I was being lifted to another level of awareness - and then I found myself in surroundings that appeared to be more substantial - Maggi was there. My beautiful dog, my beloved springer, came to me. She had died less than a month before, and John and I still ached from her absence.

I felt her presence, her love, and she appeared to me as she had when she was in physical form - only younger, more vital. She said: "You know that Daddy can't handle both of us being gone right now."

"Yes, I'm going back," I replied. "Will you come soon?"

"When it is time, we will know. Now I will show you wondrous things. Let's explore together."...

“The Pythagoreans believed that everything which existed had a voice and that all creatures were eternally singing the praise of the Creator. Man fails to hear these divine melodies because his soul is enmeshed in the illusion of material existence. When he liberates himself from the bondage of the lower world with its sense limitations, the music of the spheres will again be audible as it was in the Golden Age. Harmony recognizes harmony, and when the human soul regains its true estate it will not only hear the celestial choir but also join with it in an everlasting anthem of praise to that Eternal Good controlling the infinite number of parts and conditions of Being.�

Grace's Near-Death Experience I recall a sensation of movement out beyond myself, like I'd left something behind.

And I seemed to move through a portal. There was a glow, but I didn't seem to stop and think, there was no thought, there was no "Will I, won't I?" Just suddenly, I found myself in a place, and it was a real place, and I was there. I was standing just beyond the portal and I looked around me. There was a intensity of color. It was a green, and intense emerald green. It was like, there were gentle rolling hills, there were no crags, no sharp edges, nothing that was cruel, nothing that was other than gentle. The sky was intense blue, the scene was gently rolling (I know you've heard this before, but that's what it was.).

And there seemed to be figures, grouped, almost a theatrical grouping, like a stage set. And at first they were just amorphous, shadowy figures and I was peripherally but intensely aware of a grouping on my right, ahead of me, but I hadn't really looked at it. I knew it was there but it was not impinging on my consciousness too much at that stage - I was too busy looking the other way.

And as I looked one of the figures seemed to resolve itself, and I thought, "I know that face," and I suddenly realized, "Oh God, it's my aunty Hannah," who died eleven years ago.

And then I saw my uncle Abraham, who died before I was born, and I knew them.

They were not speaking, their mouths weren't moving, but they were there, and they were sort of there for me. I knew they were there to see me, and they knew me, even though they'd never met me (I'm going to end up crying). My granny, who I'd never met, my grandfather, just all the people I've never known and even those I'd known a bit who'd died many years before, or who'd even died recently, and they were there.

Anyway, then I turned and I looked at this figure standing next to me - it was my father.

My dad died when I was sixteen. I was a very rebellious teenager and we were always at loggerheads. And the day he died, we were moving - we'd sold the house and we were going to move into a flat - and he and I had a towering row and I said to him, "I hate you," and did the normal teenage ugly thing.

Anyway, he went to the flat with the movers for the last time, saying he'd come back and get me later on. I was waiting for Daddy to come back and the afternoon wore on and there was no sign of him. It was growing dusk when I saw a police car going past. Suffice to say Dad had had a coronary.

He died very suddenly, there was no saying good-bye, there was no chance to say, "Dad, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean that. I do love you."

It was just ... he was gone. And I never really was able to mourn properly - I was sort of dashed off to Sydney to live with my mother. It was all very practical: "Now, don't cry, you'll be all right."

But I always had this terrible sense that I never had a chance to say good-bye, or a chance to just say "I'm sorry."

And then standing in that place, it went through my mind, "Is this real or is this my imagination, because it's what I want to have happen?"

It's really peculiar, but I actually thought that: "Am I doing this within myself because it's what I want?"

And then Dad spoke to me. And he said, "No, honey" (because that was his name for me). He said, "Honey, you're not imagining, it's not coming from you, you're with me and this is our time to talk."

Anyway, we talked, laid the ghosts to rest. And I looked down and there was my dog Lucky. He died when I was very young, and he was just there. Of course now if I was to go to the same place, my German shepherd would be there, too. I'm quite looking forward to seeing Razzy again. Sounds crazy, doesn't it?

I didn't have any sense of time, I don't know how it was for, but we talked about all sorts of things.

And I said to him, "You must wonder what I've been doing, or you must sometimes feel angry with me."

And he said, "No. Here, what goes on in the world has no meaning."

He said, "We're here to care for you, we're here to take you on."

And then there was a sense of drawing back, and I panicked and said, "Dad, I don't want to go!"

He said, "You have to go, it's not your time yet, you must go back. You're going to have a son, and you'll have to bring this boy up, bring him up yourself."

Then Dad told me my marriage was going to break up. (We'd only been married just a year!)

And I remember saying, "Dad, I don't want that to happen. I always thought that when I got married, it wouldn't happen."

It was a very intense feeling. I said, "Dad, I don't want to go - I want to stay with you.

Let me stay with you." I was most distressed, I didn't want to go back.

He sent me back. He told me that he would be there, he would be there again for me.

And I seemed to be moving back quickly, like, there was no sense of travel, but just I was there.

And he repeated again, "You're going to have a boy."

Then the panic: I thought, "My God, I haven't picked a boy's name!"

And then I came through, I was there in the delivery room again, and I was crying.

Anyway, many hours later, my son was born by cesarean section.

Susan

First of all, I come from a rural town in southeast Alabama. All my life I went to church. I would always see my parent's praying about things and trusting God. Even with all this though, I never got that close to God. I believed in him and that Jesus came to Earth and died for me, but it wasn't until 1993 that I totally gave my heart to him.

I had been suffering for years from anorexia. It started when I was fourteen. In 1993, at the age twenty-five, I was so sick and only weighed 64 pounds. I was in and out of therapy for this and even had to be force-fed. Nothing helped. So, after getting the news in September of 1993 that my kidney's were failing, I refused all further treatment and prayed that God would help me. I told him that I'd live for him if he would. I didn't really think I would die because I always pulled through before.

Going out in public, when I was able, was a nightmare. People would yell out, "AIDS girl" and things like that. Soon I became housebound, mostly due to my health, and because I couldn't believe the cruelty of people. Then one night I woke up trying to breathe. I couldn't. I was very nauseated, shaking violently, and just so sick I couldn't move. I didn't think I would die because the doctors were about to put me on dialysis and I thought I'd be ok. But I wasn't.

Soon I left my body. I didn't go through a tunnel. I just kind of floated around.

Before I knew it, I was in heaven. I knew it was heaven because I had never smelled flowers like that before and had never seen so much beauty.

I went up to my Grandma who had been waiting for me. She looked to be about thirty years old even though she died when she was seventy-five. Then I saw my Grandpa. He died at the age of ninety-two.

He kept saying to me, "Look what I can do."

He was walking on his hands. I didn't understand this or why he was showing me that he could do that. Then Grandma asked me if I wanted to go and see Jesus. I literally screamed, "YES!!!"

The second I saw him I started to cry. I could feel his compassion for me. He comforted me as I told him how I had been done wronged by people on Earth because of my condition and how I had suffered with anorexia. He was so, so kind.

He told me that he knew all of that and that it was going to be alright.

I asked him if he promised and he said, "Yes." I told him something that maybe I shouldn't have. I said to him, "You are a very handsome man."

He just laughed. Then I laughed. It was such a great time.

I noted his appearance. He was about 5'9 and probably weighed about 150 pounds.

He was slim, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. There were so many people around him; but, (and this is what touches me so much) I was able to go right to him and talk to him. It's not like it would be here. You can't just go up to someone that important and talk to them. But with Jesus you can.

He then told me to go back and tell everyone what I had seen. I said I would. Then he hugged me. It felt like a million volts of electricity going through my body I found that from his hug, I couldn't stand up because of the intense power I felt coming from him.

Then, I felt myself falling very, very fast. I was literally slammed back into my body on the bed. I was slammed so hard that I sat up, shocked. I was so disappointed that I was out of his presence and back where everyone was so cruel. And I was so sick. I could still feel the electrified feeling of his touch. But once again, I was very sick.

Then I went to sleep.

The next morning when I woke up I felt hungry so I ate. For the first time in 11 years I ate a full meal, not having any of the anorexic feelings I always had from before.

The same day was my doctor's appointment. When the doctor examined me and took some tests, he called a few days later wanting to see me. He told me that I had healthy kidney's. I was in shock. He said, "You do not have kidney failure anymore."

After this I only got better and better. The doctor still couldn't explain it. Nobody

could. But I know why. Jesus touched me, my soul body, and healed me. The doctor just said there was no medical reason for my kidneys to be normal. The next time he saw me I had gained about fifteen pounds. Now, nine years later, I went from weighing 64 to 135 pounds. I have never had any kidney problems nor any other kind of health problems that anorexia can cause. I am fine. I am healthy. And I will NEVER forget seeing Jesus. Never. I can't even think of him today without crying. I feel so special to have been touched by him and being able to talk to him and the fact that he had so much compassion for me. I have not encountered anything like that here.

Now to end this, I will tell you why my Grandpa was walking on his hands. My mother never believed me when I told her of my experience. I have only recently told her. I know Jesus said to tell everyone but it took nine years for me to say anything. I told my mother that I saw Grandpa and how he was thrilled to show me that he could walk on his hands. Her face went white. I asked her what was wrong.

She said that when he was a teenager, he used to do that to impress people. She said he was very good at it and enjoyed showing off. But she said I must have heard about it from someone. I told her that I have never heard about it from anyone in the family. Many of them didn't even know it when I questioned them later. My Grandma told my mother when she was a child and that is why she recalled it.

Grandpa was very old when I was born and the older he got, the more trouble he had doing anything. I knew nothing about him when he was a child. Nobody ever told me anything about him. So she knows there's no way I could know that. But she still doesn't believe that I went to heaven, even though she can't explain how I knew that Grandpa once could walk on his hands. He was very proud of this in heaven just as he was here.

I forgot to mention that I had seen all the pets I had as a child in heaven. Dogs and even parakeets whom I really loved. They had a caretaker - a man who took care of all the animals. So if anyone ever asks me if animals survive death, I have to say, "Yes!" That is my story and even though I've sinned many times over since then, I know I'm forgiven when I ask to be. I live my life in such a way that if I were to die, heaven would be my home and I'll be reunited with my family and with Jesus again. I have told other people on the internet about this, but they don't believe in God and think I'm a nut. But I don't care. I keep remembering that verse in the Bible that says to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. This is so true.