I live in my fathers house, he is incredibly strict. I don't see him often, maybe once a week, after all we here are all his children and he has to make time for all of us.
Yes I know what you are thinking, and you are right. My father is our father, he is God.
I was taken to him against my will, by a family member who I do not want to name, because it still brings some anger to think about the lying backstabbing bitch that did this to me.
Sorry, sorry... I trailed of there..
I have been given a white room where all the walls and floor and even ceiling is made of clouds. It is sort of annoying, I sometimes start missing the smoothness of a floor. But the clouds are given only for the room, I guess God also enjoys a good hardwood floor, since everything outside of my room has a smooth floor... I might ask him about it at our next talk. Maybe He just wants to maintain the heavenly feel for all of his children here. Of course I would love to go wandering around heaven, haven't seen much to be honest since I am not really allowed to leave the room unless I am accompanied by angels.
Heaven really is nothing like I imagined. I really thought there would be more free will... maybe that is just an earth thing.
There are so many people here. I am really sorry to tell you this, but I have Elvis and Tupac living right next to me they really are dead. I don't really see them since they are locked in their rooms too, but they sing for me at night. I think the air in heaven is not dense enough and that is why they don't sound as good as on earth, but I appreciate them trying. What are the odds of them being right next to me?
I have also heard Hitler screaming down the hall. That is quite weird... never thought that Hitler would make it here, but you know - God works in mysterious ways.