Bravo!!! The tunnel experience that you describe is absolutely true. There is a tunnel and it takes people to Heaven. It is very, very real! (As this late date, I think of it more as a worm hole, that bridges between this dimension and that of Heaven.) I too found that it sparkles with a brilliant white light, and it was moving around and around me as I was passing through it.
Let me share with you, from my spirit, a little about my journey to Paradise as I have been to the Paradise of God. I have gone there and when I was there I saw the Elysian Fields, the great Tree of Life, the River of Life, the Promised Land, and many other things. I want you to know, it is all very real. Furthermore, I was not brought up in any church - and I had not been in any way pre-programmed to see any of the things that I saw or experienced. Absolutely none of it was "put into my head," prior to my experiencing it, and many parts of my overall experience I never saw or heard of before. In addition, many years later, after becoming a Christian, I began to find bits and pieces of what I went through, all written up in the Bible.
When I was there, in the spirit, I encountered the brilliant light of God and all His Glory, I deliberately kept my left arm up, shielding my eyes as I kneeled before God - and I dared not look up for even the briefest moment. Nevertheless, I went through the judgment as you shall also encounter one day, but after that, I heard the 24 elders talking and discussing the prospects of sending me back! I will keep this as brief as possible, yet I must tell you this. At one point the floor began to open, beneath the throne of God, like the lid of a giant piano bench opening up before me. My eyes were looking downward, right into that area as it opened - and I could see many thousands upon thousands of martyrs. They were crying and calling out, "Don't send him! Don't send him! Send us! Send us! We must avenge our blood on the earth! We must avenge our blood!" They were all dressed in white robes. They began calling out “How long, O lord, most Holy and True, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth!”
At that point, even while I was in the spirit, it all began to frighten me. And then I immediately sensed what I thought was a curtain being drawn, or closing around me. I looked down to see the edges of the supposed curtain and at that point I realized it wasn't a curtain at all! What I was looking at was the trailing edges of an enormous wing! I was actually being covered over with God's wing, so as to shield me from the uproar of the vast crowd of those who had died, for their service and dedication to our Lord Jesus Christ, and God, over all the ages past.
I can only give you an idea on how many martyrs were there, in terms of what the Bible says - “and the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands.” (Rev 5:10) Many years later I would find the exact description of the part I experienced above, all about the martyrs, is in the sixth book of Revelation.
“And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the alter, the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony they held: And they cried (out) with a loud voice, saying, ‘How long, O lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?’ And white robes were given to every one of them . . .” (Rev 6:9-11a)
When it all started, that is when all this happened to me, it was due a drowning accident on August 12, 1952. I opened my eyes under water for the first time ever, after having dropped down into a dredge cut. I could not get to the top for air. After a long struggle, I finally decided to deliberately try to watch and see everything that was going on. Then I began breathing in the water. I knew I was going to it and I had no other choice. I wanted to see what happened, in the event that I could possibly share the information with others, if I somehow made it through the experience. I was thinking, maybe some fine man will come along somehow and pull me up from here. Then I'll be able to tell them what it is like, and maybe I can help someone else, by remembering what I see. I was almost twelve years old, at the time.
Upon opening my eyes, I began to inhale water. I was at the main public beach in New Orleans. You could swim there, back then. I didn't choke or do anything like that, and as I looked around it wasn't too long before the tunnel showed up in front of me. Being a young boy, I had no idea as to what was happening. At first I imagined it was the pick-up tube from a giant dredging machine. It was moving back and forth in the water, and I noticed it was coming closer and closer towards me! As it drew nearer, I could see a slight disturbance of sand and sea shells being lifted up and drawn in, around the bottom of the tube. I tried my best to get out of the way, but then it came right at me! It started pulling me inside and I couldn't stop it; I held out my arms and attempted to grab the walls - but my arms passed right through it. The color and texture of it was like a brilliant white CO2 cloud or gas, and the walls had all kinds of brilliant sparkling lights inside. They reminded me of the tiny blinking lights on a Christmas tree. I took careful mental notes of everything and as soon as I realized I was not going to be able to stop it from carrying me away - it drew me further and further inside and the rate of speed gradually increased to perhaps 5 miles an hour, to 50, to maybe 70 miles an hour or more. I soon gave up trying to figure out how fast I was moving.
At first I was tumbling along. Then I managed to get over on my stomach and held out my arms to stabilize myself. Sky diving wasn't even heard of at the time, but I was nevertheless flying along like a present day sky diver. Up ahead, when I could see a giant turn approaching, I banked my body to the left or to the right when entering each new turn. I was attempting to memorize ever turn, all the while thinking I was being transported through a gigantic dredge tube, and that I would eventually come up to the dredging machinery. It crossed my mind that I would hopefully pass through that without being torn to pieces.
It was not my physical body that was in the tube, but I didn’t know that. It was my spiritual body, and I thought it was all of me. I intently watched every turn as the came up. I figured that I had gone about 200 to 220 miles on my trip. As I began to wonder on what beach I was going to perhaps be jettisoned out, the entire motion of the tube began to slow down. I could hear it cut back, like whine of the winding on a giant compressor motor. It began to gradually turn on down and as the speed decreased, I managed to get my feet out in front of me. I didn't want to get tossed out on the shore like some of the poor fish we had often seen being dredged up on the shore near my home in Gulfport, Mississippi. I was just thinking of how we, my brother and sister and I, had often followed along the sand dredge, picking up the poor little creatures and tossing them back into the water. Then all the movement suddenly stopped, and I was abruptly tossed out. I landed, just past the sand, right on a grassy shore.
Well this is my "tunnel experience," and I can guarantee you that 'going to Heaven,' is as real as anything could ever be. When you die, you leave this world, in your spiritual body. Don't ever doubt it. And you don't go up there naked either, or embarassed not to have anything on. I remember I suddenly noticed that I had on some shorts and one of my most favorite shirts, but it didn't seem to matter. You will have on clothing, and you will come to bow before the most high God. You will drop to one knee, as I did when I was there - or you will end up falling flat on your face! It was like, my Heavenly body was made up of only a few of some overall representative, key atoms from my earthly body, and He communicated with me by pure thought waves, (as in prayer.) Nvertheless, I was in the spirit, as they say. I had a heavenly body and it was composed only of those atoms that somehow held the essence of my fleshly body. I was otherwise completely intact! And it bears repeating, I had not been raised in any church! For that matter, for many years after all that happened I wondered why it had happened to me. I mean, I even went through the judgment! And after that, many of the elders who were there did not want me to be sent back. Nevertheless, God Himself was the one behind it all. It was He who sent me back!
I have always remembered every bit of it, and especially the numerous fog-like clouds that were flowing past me. They were "the train of God," and their every touch pulsed with feelings of love, peace, joy, and every imaginable emotion of warmth and caring. As I mentioned before, I dared not look up, and the sounded was like that of a gigantic fountain of fire and energy shooting straight up, right in front of me! Heat and light were flooding around me, moving in every direction, in enormous, billowing proportions. In general, as far as I am able to tell, in size it was about like a column of energy equal in diameter, to a modern day NFL football stadium.
The elders were buzzing with words like, "Don't send him back!" they urged. "They kill the prophets! They've killed all the prophets!"
I was just a small boy! I wasn’t very knowledgeable, and I didn't even understand what was going on. As far as I was concerned, I didn't know who they were talking about! I was not brought up in any church; I didn't even know I was in Heaven. I had not realized that I was dead - or in Paradise! Nor was I aware that I was the subject of the elder's conversation! And then He suddenly hushed them all by saying . . .
“He shall not die by the hand of any man!"
At that, all the elders gasped loudly and immediately. They sounded like they were, in union, gasping for air! His mighty and majestic voice had roared out like thunder. It rolled and echoed with so much majesty and so powerfully that some nearly choked, just because they had stopped speaking so fast!
"Who is this!" I thought. "Who is this that has so much power and majesty in His very voice that by mere words he can cause all of them to hush and be quiet!” It sounded as if He were speaking, in a way, through an enormously long tunnel . . .
“He shall not die by the hand of any man!” He said it again. And then He distinctly added these words, as if letting them in on a secret . . .
“And when he does die - then comes 'the end.'”
At that point there came such stillness that I was unable to hear exactly what the Elders were saying. But then, after a bit, I could here them. It was if they all began, as if thinking and mentally going over what they had just been told. Then I could hear the sounds of hundreds of pages rapidly turning, and it sounded like the wings of a dove taking off from the ground. They were all looking some things up. Then, what I heard, was the sound of their looking up many things, and that being followed or mixed with a great number of soft "ooohs" and "ahhhs." All that filled the air. Then some of them began to converse again, but this time they spoke in a more hushed tone.
"So that's it!" they said.
"What's next is . . ." "Then this must be . . ." "He is . . ."
Then they began to sound like they were all talking at once.
I had remained in a kneeling position. I was down on one knee and I listened intently. The whole place was so bright it was impossible to look up. I had to shield my eyes, and I kept them tightly covered with my left arm.
Even when we had been a great distance apart, His glory and His presence shone brightly. His majesty was so bright and powerful, and so brilliant, I was unable to look up. I soon calculated that I would never see again if I even tried to look up for even the briefest moment. I dared not look, even for a fraction of a second!
The clouds of Glory continued to swirl around me. They formed a train, flowing in every direction from the very presence of God. His majesty was bright and so powerful, far more than I could even begin to behold. I had just gone through the judgment, tearfully confessing my life's sins – but the incredible thing is, I didn't really know where I was, or what was happening. I listened closely to all that was going on, just in front of me.
Today I can also report, that when I came back I would not even open a text book except in classes, for the next six years! I was very angry over the simple fact that the entire school system did not teach anyone, not one single person, one single thing, about what happens when they die! I became absolutely unteachable. I filtered every single thing that was presented to me - and I often told them "If it won't get me back to Heaven, I don't want to have it in my head." Many years would pass before I finally found out about the Gospel and Jesus Christ. And today, as far as I can see, I am just like John the Baptist. In the words of Matthew Henry, "John Baptist had his commission from heaven, and not of men. All held John Baptist for a prophet, for he was God’s messenger, as the prophets were, and he came on the same errand to the world that they were sent upon — to call men to repentance and reformation. He is Christ’s harbinger (i.e., his forerunner or herald.)"
In the book of Malachi it says, "then those who feared the LORD spoke to one another, and the LORD listened and heard them;so a book of remembrance was written before Him
For those who fear the LORD and who meditate on His name."
In Matthew Henry's commentary it also says, “In vain do those worship me whose hearts are far from me while they draw near me with their mouth; but whose fault is that?"
"Not God’s,” according to Matthew Henry's commentary on the Bible, "for He is the rewarder of those that seek him diligently, but not theirs who seek him carelessly.”
Some had insisted so much upon it, (easy believism,) Matthew Henry writes, “they had walked mournfully before God, whereas God had required them to serve him with gladness, and to walk cheerfully before him. They, who by their own superstitions make the service of God a task and drudgery to themselves, they complained of it as a hard service. The yoke of Christ is easy; it is the yoke of the antichrist that is heavy.”
I have included this in that, after two friends of mine married late in life, they found their first few weeks of marriage filled with heated debates, all night-long talks, and heart rendering discussions that ran on and on for hours on end. They were just trying to keep from getting into a fight! They asked me to pray for them. I did, and the Lord soon told me to have them start writing things down which they did that gave honor and glory to God, in a little book. I thus told Diane, “When George leaves his socks on the living room floor, just write a little note in this book, praising God in that you live for Him. Then, at the end, put a little note in there telling George not to leave his socks on the living room floor.” Then I gave the same advice to George. He was to do the same thing.
A few years later when I saw his wife, she cheerfully walked right up to me, filled with gladness and she said, “I’ve been meaning to thank you for your telling us about keeping that little book! It really works! It’s better than gold!” Then she said, “It’s the best wedding present anyone could ever get. It’s worked all this time - and I don’t think we would still be together without it being in our lives! Now we get plenty of rest and here are even a lot’s of days when I can’t wait to get home just to see what George has written! And the same thing goes for George! He actually told me that! I want you to know, it really works. You should be telling everyone about it.”
I tried to tell her that it was from a gift from the Lord! Then on August 12, 2003, the Lord spoke to me, as he often does, as you may well imagine from all that is written here. This time, however, He told me to go ahead and begin to publish a “Book of Remembrances.” It was to include a lot of blank pages and I was told to include all these notes that you have been reading here! Hopefully, you will start one on your own, based on this testimony.
Let me briefly explain the overall importance of this Book of Remberance, and these notes. In the days of “our fathers,” (Malachi 3:7 and 4:6,) men began to rob God and according to the bible, it caused many to be cursed with a curse, by turning away from the ordinances of God. As part of the aftermath of the French Revolution, after seeing so many of their numbers suddenly slaughtered by the common masses, the remaining estate of survivors used various forms of duplicity to break down and otherwise set aside “The Age of Kings.” It all started when the German underground promoted Darwin’s Origin, simply to give credence to the Hegelian notion that human culture had ascended from brutal beginnings. This was done so as to set aside the controlling interests of the church in Germany, so they did away with the historic Adam. Hence, there is yet a long running controversy among archeologists working in any areas that provides creditability to various aspects of biblical background. By the turn of the century, with this same objective yet in view, the same well concealed club of Fathers and other international agents, began robbing the nations of their heritage, by further conspiring to deliberately introduce and popularize the concepts of godless evolution. In terms of theological events, the Bible came to be viewed as a “corrupt account,” largely due to a school of thought known as “Higher Criticism.”
Thus, the liberal scholars of the late nineteenth century eventually gained the upper hand, filling all the key posts at the theological colleges, while conservative scholars were not promoted and assumed the lower positions. As one generation of students passed into the next, the teachings of “Higher Criticism” became established dogma, resulting in a very growing disbelief in God, reaching into not only the book of Genesis, but the entire Old Testament, and the Bible itself.
Oh how wrong can they be! It was about this time that I came to receive what is now my frank testimony. To briefly summarize in closing, in 1952, I died, went to Heaven, and then I came back, as a result of a drowning accident. I briefly mention it here, and the important thing is, God Himself sent me back. You may want to review some of the many details in other sections of these notes. This is merely a brief review: I was actually taken up into Heaven. I actually saw the great Elysian Fields of Heaven, The Tree of Life, The River of Life, and The Promised Land. I saw flowers, trees, and people. I heard the voices of the angels sing, “Glory, Glory, Glory unto His Name.” I even went through the judgment - and then, God Himself covered me with His wing – and it was He who sent me back so that I could share all this with you. It also bears repeating, and it is important for you to know that I was not brought up in any church or in any way preprogrammed to expect to see or experience any of these things that are mentioned here. I have been there, and I can tell you for sure that Heaven is very, very real. Lastly, - you should be keeping a “Book of Remembrances.”
Post Script: In the words of Matthew Henry . . .
"He shall prepare the way before me, by calling men to
those duties which qualify them to receive the comforts of the Messiah and His coming, and by taking them off from a confidence in their relation to Abraham as their father (which, they thought, would serve their turn without a savior), and by giving notice that the Messiah was now at hand, and so raising men’s expectations of Him, and making them readily to go into the measures he would take for the setting up of His kingdom in the world.
Note, God observes a method in His work, and, before He comes, i.e. He takes care to have His way prepared. This is like the giving of a sign. The church was told, long before the Messiah would come; and here it is added that, a little before he appears, there shall be a signal given; a great prophet shall arise, that shall give notice of his approach, and call to the everlasting gates and doors to lift up their heads and give Him admission.
The overall accomplishment of my being sent back, according to Matthew Henry, is a absolute proof that Jesus is the Christ, and He is the one that should come next, and we are to look for no other; moreover, there was such a messenger sent before Him, who made ready a people prepared for the Lord, as noted in Luke 1:17. “And he shall go before him in the spirit . . . "