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One
of my best friends in high school was Mark, who died when he was in college.
My awakening came on the summer day that I went to the funeral home. I
still recall the songs that played on the radio as I drove to see him.
After that day, Mark visited me briefly from heaven many times. He kept
telling me, "You know why I'm here?" And I would answer, "Why?" He would
reply, "Because you're special." Each night the encounters got longer,
until one night something happened which changed my life and diminished
my fear of death and dying.
 My mother and I were playing
a game of cards, but I felt a little bit under the weather, so I went
to bed early. In the middle of the night I felt a lifting sensation, faster
and faster, higher and higher, my face and cheeks trembled from a force
much like going down the hill of a roller-coaster. And then in an instant
I stopped and drifted slowly down, light as a feather.
I was in a small room that looked
as if it was a boy's room. The room was very dim, and then a voice came
from nowhere: "Do you know why you're here?" And I replied, "Because
I'm special."
Mark walked over and gently
took my hand.
I told him, "I feel no fear,
I feel peaceful."
He smiled. "You're not supposed
to be here, Joan." I knew then that it was not my time to be there, and
that for some reason I was just being allowed to see this special place
and be comforted by it.
Then Mark said, "There's a few
things I want to show you."
I followed him over to a window.
His hand raised, and a blind opened. I saw the most amazing city of crystal.
It looked like smoked glass, and though I should have been able to see
through it, I couldn't. It is hard to describe. The mountains that surrounded
the city in a ring were taller than anything I'd ever seen or heard of
on earth. There were people walking and interacting with each other, though
I was so high above them in this room, that they appeared to be mere specks.
I asked Mark why he was here
with me and not walking with the rest of the people in the city. He said
that he wasn't ready, and that he would get to that level through people's
prayers or thoughts of him.
Next he turned to me and said,
"Joan, do you see the man in the brown suit?"
I did. I could see him clearly
in the mass of people that were nearly too small to distinguish.
"That's your Dad."
My Dad had died when I was six
years old in a car accident.
Mark watched my reaction of
complete joy, and then in an instant he said, "He knows you're here."
I knew he wasn't referring to my dad, but to Jesus. Jesus knew I was here.
Then a bright, radiant light
blinded me. It was warm and peaceful, I didn't feel any pain, and all
worries vanished. I wanted to stay there, but knew I couldn't, and I was
wondering why I had to go back. Then the light dimmed, and I felt a drifting
sensation downward. A voice said, "Always remember this word, Joan." When
I woke up in bed, I immediately went to the dictionary to look up the
meaning of this word, and it meant go between, or mediator. After looking
up the meaning of the word, I forgot what the word was and can't remember
it to this day.
Ten years later, my Grandma,
who I was very close to, lay in a hospital bed, waiting for the end. I
was surrounded by family members and nurses. The last day, she asked me
if it was all right that she was going to heaven, and I said, "Yes," so
she would know that I would be okay with her gone. I was upset, but I
knew from what I had been allowed to see that she was going to a better
place and that she would be free of her earthly pain. I loved her very
much and was happy for her, even though I would miss her. I thank God
for the experience He gave me. I know that our time on Earth is short,
but that a beautiful place awaits us all. 
Joan Rae
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