Just wanted to share a story with all of you, in the year 1990 at the age of 29, had lost my mother who was 65 at the time, to open heart surgery, my mom and I had always had a special connection between us.

A few days after my moms funeral I had a very strange dream, in the dream I was in the downtown district of my hometown,as I was about to cross the street at an intersection, I spotted my deceased mother crossing from the opposite side of street, as my mom approached me all I could think to say to her was, but your dead, to which my mom replied yes son I died, she further stated there was somewhere she wanted to take me.

As my mom took my hand I could feel us both rising, as if ridding on an escalator, as I looked down I could only see clouds, but I was unafraid, after all I was with the person I had complete trust in, as we reached the top we found ourselves in a white room with a white desk with gold ornaments around said desk, there was a man (a perfect man) sitting at desk, the man looked up but did not speak, I had never in my life felt such peace and love as I felt in that white room, when the man behind desk looked up at us I could sense a purity emanating from his gaze but also a strong disapproval.

There was a single white door directly behind the desk inside of room, from there another man emerged also dressed in white, but this man seemed to carry more authority then the man behind the desk, both men looked completely different from one another, but both had the appearance of perfection.

When the 2nd man in white emerged from the single interior door, he held my mothers gaze a minute and I could sense my mothers disappointment, the man in white said to my mother, he has to go back, it is not yet his time,(meaning myself), at that point my mother started to beg for me to stay just a little bit longer, but eventually submitted to the man in whites demand, at about this point I felt my self descending I guess back to earth, but very slowly, as I held my mothers gaze one final instance I seen in her face such contentment and peace like she never had while she was alive.

The dream I just described was like none other, everything was very vivid, never once did I feel I was in a dream state, all my surroundings were very familiar to me I could hear the morning bird song, sense touch, view vivid real life colors in my surroundings, and being downtown early in the morning was not unusual for me as my mom worked in the downtown district for many years, and there would be times I would meet her for breakfast and or lunch, I could even feel my stomach rumbling from hunger and contemplating a place where we would have breakfast, all perfectly normal and familiar.

God Is Good!!