Subject: What Happens After You Kick The Bucket. Part 2 of
2 June 13, 2006.
After meeting many of his past friends Don started talking
about the music in hea-en. Here are his thoughts on the
matter.
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As a young boy I spent a lot of time out in the country and
woods. When walking through waist-high dried grass, I often
surprised a covey of birds and flushed them out of their nest
on the ground. A whoo****ng sound accompanied their wings as
they flew away.
My most vivid memory of hea-en is what I heard. I can only
describe it as a ho-y swoosh of wings.
But I'd have to magnify that thousands of times to explain
the effect of the sound in hea-en.
It was the most beutiful and pleasant sound I've ever heard,
and it didn't stop. It was like a song that goes on forever.
I felt awestruck, wanting only to listen. I didn't just hear
music. It seemed as if I were part of the music ---and it
played in and through my body. I stood still, and yet I felt
embraced by the sounds.
As aware as I became of the joyous sounds and melodies that
fillled the air, I wasn't distracted. I felt as if the
hea-enly concert permeated every part of my being, and at the
same time I focused on eveything else around me.
I never saw anything that produced the sound. I had the sense
that whatever made the heav-nly music was just above me, but
I didn't look up. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it was because I
was so enamored with the people around me, or maybe it was
because my senses were so engaged that I feasted on everything
at the same time. I asked no questions and never wondered about
anything. Everthing was perfect. I sensed that I knew
everything and had no questions to ask.
Myriads of sounds so filled mind and heart that it's difficult
to explain them. The most amazing one, however was the ang-ls
wings. I didn't see them, but the sound was a beautiful h-ly
melody with a cadence that seemed never to stop. The
swi****ng resounded as if it was a form of never-ending praise.
As I listened I simply knew what it was.
A second sound remains, even today, the single, most vivid
memory I have of my entire h-avenly experience. I call it music
but it differed from anyhing I had ever heard or ever expect to
hear on the earth. The melodies of praise filled the
atmosphere. The nonstop intensity and endless variety
overwhelmed me.
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JW That's about all I had better quote from the book which
is called:
A TRUE STORY
of DE-TH AND LIFE
90 MINUTES IN
HEA-EN
DON PIPER
WITH CECIL MURPHY.
The book says Don can be reached at;
donpiperministries@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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John Winston. johnfw@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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