Nobody dies alone and, let me tell you, heaven is real.

Hello to all my beautiful friends. I am praying for you all, always.

A long time ago, I had major surgery that lasted six or seven hours. The angels had told me before the surgery that I might have a little problem, but that I would recover.

As I lay on the stretcher in the hospital, many angels stood around the surgeon, and they told me that he was the best surgeon possible. Again, they mentioned I would be fine, but there might be a little problem. Their definition of a little problem would turn out to be somewhat different from my own.

The surgery itself went fine. As I was pushed out of the surgery room, I remember an angel walking beside my stretcher, holding my hand. Then I was put in a recovery room that was some distance away from the nurses, rather than a room with constant supervision.

Afterward, the surgeon would tell me that they heard my bedside alarms going off only because the door was left ajar. I had stopped breathing, and the doctors and nurses were sure that they had lost me.

I was on a very wide, bright stairway that curved upward. An angel was holding my hand and telling me to hurry. I was so happy, and I could feel nothing of my human body. I was full of joy; I knew where I was going. To heaven. And I was so happy to be going there. I had no sense of sadness or thoughts of leaving my children behind. I knew they would be okay.

There were hundreds of souls with me on their way to heaven as well. With each of them was their guardian angel, and in some cases, the guardian angels were walking beside the souls. Others were holding their hands, and a few of the guardian angels were carrying the souls in their arms with great tenderness, as if they were holding a baby.

The look on each guardian angel’s face was one of pure love. Around each soul were hundreds of other angels.

I was fascinated watching the souls on their way to heaven. They were happy and completely at peace. There were no tears, no signs of stress. It was like the souls were in a queue to go to heaven, and I could see other souls coming down to greet them. They seemed to talk to each other in a human way, with such great excitement.

I could tell the difference between the souls that hadn’t yet reached heaven and those that were greeting them. The souls that had been in heaven for a while were much more radiant and bright, and their human appearance was less marked than those of the souls who had just left the earthly world.

The angel beside me was telling me to rush, that we had to hurry. We were going much faster than the other souls on the stairway, overtaking them as we passed, but no one seemed to mind. In fact, some of them called out to me and told me to hurry up.

I felt wonderful. I felt perfect. I had left my human body and any pain behind. I was going where I wanted to be, and I was so happy. I had no fear or anxiety. I didn’t know why I had to move so fast, but it seemed in some way to be natural. The journey on the stairway felt like it was going on for ages, and at the same time, it was a very short journey. Time is different in heaven.

When I got to wherever I was meant to be in heaven, I was suddenly alone, although I know my guardian angel was still there with me. A beautiful sand was under my bare feet, and I could feel the smooth, silky, warm sand between my toes. Small hills of sand surrounded me, and I could see a beautiful tree in the distance on top of one of the hills. The tree was large, covered in leaves, and looked perfect in every way.

I hadn’t a care in the world. It was like being a small child again. I went and sat down underneath the tree for a little while and then I started to play, rolling down the hills of sand around me.

After a short while, I heard a voice, and I knew immediately that it was God.

“Lorna, you must go back,” God said to me.

I didn’t say a word. This wasn’t my first near-death experience, and during my first, I had begged to be allowed to stay in heaven. This time, I didn’t protest. An angel took me by the hand and brought me back.

I have no memory of coming back into my human body. Days after the operation, I became conscious again in the intensive care unit. The surgeon told me that I had been gone for ten whole minutes, and they hadn’t been sure if they were going to revive me or not. The surgeon expected me to have brain damage and was surprised when it was clear that I didn’t.

I know that one of the reasons God has given me these experiences is so that I can share them with all of you. Nobody dies alone and, let me tell you, heaven is real.

Love and blessings to you all,

Lorna

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