Heaven, an Unexpected Journey: One Man's Experience with Heaven, Angels, and the Afterlife

by Jim Woodford

Therefore, the Lord longs to be gracious to you, and therefore He waits on high to have compassion on you. For the Lord is a God of justice; how blessed are all those who long for Him.1

I am bent over and racked with pain. All day long I walk around filled with grief. A raging fever burns within me, and my health is broken. I am exhausted and completely crushed. My groans come from an anguished heart.1

I felt as though some kind of heavy, wet garment had been taken off of me leaving me light and alive.

I felt the same

As I looked to the left and down, the steep slope disappeared into a mass of roiling, boiling black clouds. It was like looking in a clothes dryer filled with clothes turning over and over again. It was dark and rolling rapidly up the slope as if coming to overtake me. From this roiling blackness came a sickness and awful smell—a stench of death, hopelessness, and of things long dead. The darkness boiled toward me faster and faster. This black, massive, shape-shifting cloud to my left was filled with a dark and clammy presence permeating a deep murkiness. The darkness held a damp chill devoid of life and warmth. It seemed to me as though I was standing on the cusp of the rotting mouth of Hell and evil. Out of this darkness climbed a creature of gruesome description, and I knew it was coming for me. Its eyes focused on me and glowed like burning coals. It opened its hideous mouth and I was mesmerized by the horror of the saliva dripping from its fangs. It was hungry for my soul.

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