Julia leaves the death chamber after having tried unsuccessfully to offer solace to her grieving friends.
Her guardian angel takes her to a higher-dimensional garden rendezvous where she meets Jesus. She experiences a deeper level of Realization on meeting him.
Julia [Julia T. Ames] through W.T. Stead, medium, After Death. A Personal Narrative. New York: George H. Doran, n.d.; c. 1914, 43-5.
I was then called away [from the death-chamber]. I found myself in a great expanse of landscape where I had never been before. I was alone; that is, I saw no one. But you are never really alone. We are always living in the presence of God.
But I saw no one. Then I heard a voice. I only heard the words. “Julia, He who saved thee would fain speak with thee.” I listened, but no words other than these were spoken.
Then I said – “Who is it that speaks?” And, behold, a flaming fire – really like fire though in human shape. I was afraid. Then he spoke and said, “Be not afraid. It is who am appointed to teach the secret things of God.” Then I saw that the brightness as of fire was only the brightness that comes from the radiant love of the Immortals.
Then the flame-bright One said to me, “Julia, behold your Saviour!” And when I looked I saw Him. He was sitting on a seat close to me, and He said, “Beloved, in My Father’s House are many mansions; here am I, whom you have loved so long. I have prepared a place for you.”
And I said, “Where, oh, my Lord?” He smiled and, in the brightness of that smile, I saw the whole landscape change as the Alps change in the sunset, which I saw so often from the windows of my hotel at Lucerne.
Then I saw that I was not alone, but all around and above were fair and loving forms, some of those whom I had known, others of whom I had heard, while some were strange. But all were friends and the air was full of love.
And in the midst of all was He, my Lord and Saviour. He was as a Man among men. He was full of the wonderful sweet mildness which you are acquainted with in some of the pictures that have been painted by the Italian Fra Angelico. He had an admirable look of warm affection, which was as the very breath of life to my soul. He is with us always.
This is Heaven – to be with Him. You cannot understand how the consciousness of His presence makes the atmosphere of this world so different from that with you. There are many things I wish I could write to you, but I cannot, nor could you understand them. I can only tell you that He is more than we ever have imagined.
He is the Source and Giver of all good gifts. All that we know of what is good and sweet and pure and noble and lovable are but faint reflections of the immensity of the glory that is His. And He loves us with such tender love!
Oh, Ellen, Ellen, you and I used to love each other with what seemed to us sometimes too deep and intense a love, but that at its very best was but the pale reflection of the love with which He loves us, which is marvelously and wonderfully great beyond all power of mind to describe. His name is Love; it is what He is – Love, Love, Love!
I cannot tell you everything; you could not understand it. But I am in a state of bliss such as we never imagined on earth.
What Julia describes here is the world we’ll enter after that moment of snap, Ascension, Sahaja Samadhi. It exists at a higher frequency of vibration, which we’ll then be attuned to. The choice of whom we want to meet us is ours.
I assert that higher-dimensional love and bliss are, to our ordinary, everyday hearts and minds, unimaginable.