Here’s her story:
I saw G-d.
In meditation, I went deep into my unconscious. I was out of my body and I started walking up stairsteps. It was like a staircase to the heavens. Other people have been there and have talked about this. I was walking for two or three hours. I heard the meditation group doing something else, but I stayed in my meditation.
I looked up and it looked like electrical lines full of energy; like an electrical umbrella. There was a grid. I understood that I was close to something. I could feel the energy. I wondered where I was. Was I at the gates of heaven? I wasn’t a Saint. I was a housewife, an ordinary person. I thought I might get zapped. I might get an electrical shock. I stuck my foot through the gate and I didn’t feel pain so I figured I was okay. I gingerly stepped in and I saw G-d. He is a presence.
I was scared. I didn’t know what I was going to find.
I heard, “Welcome home.” I gasped. “Who said that?” I looked up and there it was. It’s an energy; a huge mass of energy; a huge vibrating sphere of energy. I looked up at the mass with no void. It said, “Thank you for bringing them.” I asked, “Them?” I looked around and no one was there. Then, pretty soon, all of these souls were crossing. They were coming through the gate. I knew these souls! All of these souls who had been in me, went in.
We are building the pathway home. It’s like when you build a freeway through the mountains. Someone has to excavate. My job is to excavate and show people how to go home. People participate in building the freeway to Heaven. The people who came into my life were there to help.
The energy said, “Thank you for bringing them home.” I said, “I did my job.” I relaxed.
Now, all of those people who had crossed over were talking to G-d and sharing their experiences on Earth. He may not be the ultimate G-d, but he is the co-creator of us. I know there is a Creator who created the Creator, and a Creator who created that Creator. Who knows how far it goes? I don’t explore the who’s who. We have a pea brain and there are some things we can’t know.
A big "Thank you!" to the woman who shared this story with me.