Do Heaven and Hell really exist?
Mythology, if you will, heaven and hell, that idea, is a really religious based one. I do believe there is a heaven, if you want to call it heaven and hell, there is no such thing as fire and brimstone, wrong! No such thing as I know personally from my experience doing this 25 years and the hundreds and thousands of spirits that have come through, they have never talked about angels with wings and harps, they really do not talk about that. They might be "angels" or "guides," fine, I do not know, I know they are guides, you can call them angels. You can call them anything you want, they really do not care what you label them, they are higher beings with knowledge and wisdom, that is for darn sure. This is what it is, what you give out, you give back. In the Bible it says, "My father has a house with many mansions." What I interpret that to mean, there are many levels of spirit, many many levels. You go to that level which you have created based on your thoughts, your words and your deeds. And what you create is really what you go to. Quick little story here: there was a very wealthy man, one of the wealthiest men in the world. He died and met Saint Peter at the gate. Saint Peter welcomes him and brought him inside and showed him this beautiful lush green gardens and green green grass and flowers, fields of flowers, of all different colors, and beautiful parks with kids running around and people joyful, happiness, with a beautiful blue sky and sunshine. Lovely. Walks down this path with Saint Peter giving him a tour at the beautiful mansion and this man goes "Woah, that's beautiful." One is more beautiful than the next. And he mentioned that he had mansions on the earth, and he had so many servants and all this, and they are going down this path a little to the left and to the right, and it starts to get a little bit darker and the houses are smaller. And he goes "Where's my house?" and Saint Peter says "come along, come along. It's down here." They go down some more steps and it is very very dark and he looks around and the houses have now shrunk to little cardboard boxes. and he says, "What's this, what's this?" and Saint Peter pointed to one of the cardboard boxes and said "That's your house." "What do you mean that's my house? I was one of the wealthiest men in the world. I had hundreds of people working for me, I had all these different businesses, I was in charge, I had, you know, several mansions, that can't be my house." "Well yes." "How can that be my house?." "We could only build with materials you sent us."
