Heaven is an incredible place of pure joy. I was a small child when I went to heaven for a little while. I remember being in the hospital so very many times as a small child with Bronchial Asthma attacks. This one event stands out in my memory of going to heaven and recognizing it was heaven immediately although I was too young to glimmer the difference between heaven and earth and hell.
It was daylight and there were small animals all around and people talking. I was playing with white long-eared bunnies and was so happy. As a child, all animals were off limits to me because of the Asthma. But this time I was able to play and laugh and not be sick. I heard someone tell me that I had to go back that it was not my time yet. I remember seeing myself with people (doctor/nurses) all around me as I lay on a bed like a table and later woke up inside an oxygen tent.
My mom was told that they almost lost me, that my life had stopped for a moment but they were able to revive me. I’ve always had this memory of being in utter indescribable joy. As an adult, I have tried to fill in the significance of the memory and rationalize it but I can’t. It just boils down to faith either you believe or you don’t. I know in my mind and heart that there is another realm to be alive in and it is only when our subconsciousness departs from our soul that we are truly set free and it is good.