Heavenly realms = higher dimensions, or frequencies that our senses can't access. Life transcends 3D and we are connected to it. When you leave your body and you can still see without your eyes, you realize there is more going on. You no longer dismiss NDE stories out of hand. Or biblical stories, either.
My Grama told me about hers when she had her first heart attack, she said she could see her mom and dad and siblings who had died and a light in a tumnel and the doctor told her she had actually died but they managed to revive her.
When she died twenty yrs later, a few months had gone by and I was really missing her. My daughter came to me one day (it was around the end of October and freezing and no flowers blooming) she told me she had been smelling roses and it suddenly dawned on me that I had been smelling roses for a few days, but it was an artificial rose smell like the Rose Silk lotion my Grama had that my cousin and I would always get in to as kids.
Heavenly realms = higher dimensions, or frequencies that our senses can't access. Life transcends 3D and we are connected to it. When you leave your body and you can still see without your eyes, you realize there is more going on. You no longer dismiss NDE stories out of hand. Or biblical stories, either.
My Grama told me about hers when she had her first heart attack, she said she could see her mom and dad and siblings who had died and a light in a tumnel and the doctor told her she had actually died but they managed to revive her. When she died twenty yrs later, a few months had gone by and I was really missing her. My daughter came to me one day (it was around the end of October and freezing and no flowers blooming) she told me she had been smelling roses and it suddenly dawned on me that I had been smelling roses for a few days, but it was an artificial rose smell like the Rose Silk lotion my Grama had that my cousin and I would always get in to as kids.
I’ve had similar experiences - they’re not gone, just living in a higher dimension.
So cool story juls…my Nana (Mother’s Mom) is my Guardian Angel and she lets me know she’s there with her perfumed scent. 😇