Sr. Emmauel reports:
” Jakov, tell us …” the pilgrims ask . – The Gospa came and took us with her. Vicka was with me, go and ask her, she will tell you about it .. . For her part, Vicka does not have to be prayed twice to recount her “journey into the beyond” : – We did not expect it – she says – the Gospa came to the room while Jakov’s mother was preparing breakfast for us in the kitchen.
She offered us both to go with her to see heaven, purgatory and hell . This surprised us a lot and at first neither Jakov nor I said yes. – Rather, take Vicka with you – Jakov told her – she has many brothers and sisters, while I am the only child of my mother. In fact, he doubted that one could return alive from such an expedition! – From my side – Vicka adds – I said to myself – ” Where will we meet again? And how long will it take? “But in the end seeing that the Gospa’s desire was to take us with us, we accepted. And we found ourselves up there .
“Up there?” – I asked Vicka, – but how did you get there? – As soon as we said yes, the roof opened and we were up there! – – Did you leave with your body? – – Yes, as we are now! The Gospa took Jakov with his left hand and me with his right hand and we left with her. First she showed us heaven. – – Have you entered the sky so easily? – – But no! – Vicka told me – we entered the door. – A door like? – – Mah! A normal door! We saw Saint Peter near the door and the Gospa opened the door
How was St. Peter?
Saint Peter? How it was? – Mah! How it was on earth! – I mean? – About sixty, seventy, not very tall but not even small, with a little curly gray hair, quite stocky … – Didn’t he open it for you? – No la Gospa opened by itself without a key. He told me it was Saint Peter, he didn’t say anything, we just said goodbye. – Didn’t you seem surprised to see you? – No because? You understand, we were with the Gospa. – Vicka describes the scene as if she was talking about a walk made not later than yesterday, with the family, around. He feels no barrier between “things up there” and those down here. He is perfectly at ease among these realities and is even surprised by some of my questions. Strangely, he does not realize that his experience represents a treasure for humanity and that the language of heaven so familiar to her opens a window on a completely different world for our current society, for us who are “non-visionaries”
How is Heaven?