Prophetic visions fascinate many people. They are like portals to another world. They are a way God can reach our souls from the spiritual realm, bringing mysteries into our lives. They come to us unexpectedly like uninvited visitors, bring us a message, and then leave us with questions. They provoke us to look for the answers that we had never sought before—because deep down inside, we are all searching for a way to reconcile our spiritual experience with the world. The visions stay in our minds, calling us to answer, calling us to make a choice.
Visions have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. The invisible realm is as real to me as this world. Yet only lately have my visions gradually become more frequent and intense. After many years of having visions, I am compelled to share them with others.
The decision to write this book started with one vision of heaven that I had several years ago:
In this vision, I saw myself standing in a beautiful and glorious garden. Magnificent trees stood tall, as if guardians of the place. In their height and strength, they dominated the surrounding area. Their leaves gently moved with the fresh breeze. The garden was vibrant and colorful. Abundant flowers gave forth their aroma, filling the air with their delightful fragrance. It was a bright day. Heavenly light penetrated everything around me.
In the distance, I saw children playing. Their joyfulness caught my attention. I watched them and enjoyed this moment of heavenly bliss.
Suddenly, one little girl came and looked up at me. She said, “Be the voice for us on the earth. We were silenced, but you are alive. Tell them everything about us.”
The vision ended without warning. I had many questions about what I had just seen. Who was this girl? Why was she asking me to become a voice for her on the earth? How should I tell the world about them?
My quest started with this short vision, but my journey took me to very personal and painful memories of my life.