In response to Psychic Jacqueline’s recent blog, What Heaven Looks Like, reader Joyce wrote:
In 1989, I had the wonderful experience to “cross over” to visit my father just four days after he was buried. I was lying on my bed crying and thinking that I just couldn’t live without him. Suddenly, my fiance who died in 1975 was standing with his hand reaching toward me (I am a psychic medium). He said, “Come on, I will take you to see him.”
I had crossed over before and wasn’t afraid. I just smiled and instantly I was standing in the most beautiful place. There were marble buildings, streets, trees, flowers … and my father was standing beside a huge tree, so green that it hurt my eyes with its beauty. I was shocked that my father looked as I remembered him when I was three or four years old and he was 27 years “young.” He had been very ill for several years and bedridden and died from lung cancer.
He said to me by thought message, “You were right and I was wrong.” I laughed and said, “I knew I was because I have been here before but in a different area.” I had visited a beautiful meadow with small brooks and foot bridges, etc. and have been there two times since. He was a Baptist minister and did not believe in psychics.


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