I think Heaven is what I thought it was when I was a kid. I don’t remember how old I was, but my dad was asking me what I remembered and if I remembered what happened before that. I don’t remember being pre-born now, but I told him I was inside of mom. He asked me what happened before that and I told him I was in Heaven. I described it as a place where people were balls floating around in space that changed colors.
Basically, we do what we think in Heaven. We also talk to everybody else just by thinking. If we dream it, it just happens. If you want to be a mermaid, you‘ll take the form of one. If you want to be a wolf, you’ll take the form of one.
My idea of of Heaven is probably just as disappointing to other people as their ideas of Heaven are to me.
Stu Spelling Bee 