The Afterlife or Heaven Has Exquisitely Beautiful Environments
In the afterlife, there are a great many environments, but all are pleasant, with surroundings reminiscent of the environment of Earth School, only more beautiful than the residents are able to describe.
The environment depends on the person’s state of being and expectations. If someone is still tied to the earth and its environment, they will experience a very earthlike existence for as long as they remain at that level of thought. The descriptions we receive of the Summerland environment are filled with ecstatic descriptions of a realm just like the earth realm, but much more glorious. Everything that is lovely on earth is exceedingly lovely in the life after this life, and the environment contains additional features undreamt of on earth.
Leland Stanford, speaking to his father from spirit through medium Fred Evans, explained the environment in the life after this life.
Try and understand, if you can, that not only are the landscapes spiritual, but so is the beauty of all that there is on the other side of life. The physical is only a gross imitation of the spiritual. There is no tongue which can describe the beauty of the spiritual realms, wherein are the souls of those who have just entered on their progressive existence—souls who have striven to do their best according to their light. I say that there is no tongue that can describe the beauties of that land. Take the best that you have, and it is poor in comparison.[i]
Dame Alice Ellen Terry, the Shakespearean actress living in the nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, described the realm of the life after this life in a Leslie Flint session. You can listen to Ellen Terry speaking these words at www.earthschoolanswers.com/terry3/.
But I can say that that which constitutes my life is full of beauty, full of color, full indeed of every aspect of loveliness that words could depict or experience could experience. There is so much. There are great buildings, beautiful to behold. There are great cities in which all can be found that is good for the life of the individual. There are great theatres, of course, in which great plays are performed. Great operas, even, are sung. Great musicians compose great works, so the great orchestras can play and many can be blessed by music and the color which suffuses the whole auditorium during its performance.
If only I could even just depict the colorings of this world, this place in which I find myself now, so far removed from your realization. Colors beyond description; ever changing in their subtlety and ever giving forth, as it were, a luminosity and a beauty so far removed from material ideas, that one cannot hope to recapture. Thinking, as one must, in comparison to the rainbow of the earth, one can see here, as it were, the colorings of innumerable rainbows with innumerable colorings, far more vast and comprehensive in their spectrum.
There is a diffused subtlety of light at times. There is never darkness. There is a kind of, what you might call perhaps, a twilight, and yet this is something which in itself is so unlike yours. There is a time for quietude with us and rest and yet there is never any need for rest or sleep; but a peacefulness that comes upon us when we feel the need. And then our energies, which never seem to flag, are ever present, ever calling upon us to do more, to experience more, to endeavor more.
There is all the beauty and magnificence of the countryside and the colorings of nature, but even more glorified and beautified than anything you know. There are all the conditions that one would expect of your life, but much more rarefied and more beautiful, much more vast in its comprehension and its experience.[ii]
The Flowers Are in Glorious Profusion
This description of flowers from Anthony Borgia’s Life in the World Unseen gives a flavor of how much more remarkable the life after this life is than the earth environment. He was noting that the gardens are very orderly.
By this I do not mean the regular orderliness that one is accustomed to see in public gardens on the earth-plane, but that they were beautifully kept and tended. There were no wild growths or masses of tangled foliage and weeds, but the most glorious profusion of beautiful flowers so arranged as to show themselves to absolute perfection. Of the flowers themselves, when I was able to examine them more closely, I must say that I never saw either their like or their counterpart, upon the earth, of many that were there in full bloom.
Numbers were to be found, of course, of the old familiar blossoms, but by far the greater number seemed to be something entirely new to my rather small knowledge of flowers. It was not merely the flowers themselves and their unbelievable range of superb colorings that caught my attention, but the vital atmosphere of eternal life that they threw out, as it were, in every direction. And as one approached any particular group of flowers, or even a single bloom, there seemed to pour out great streams of energizing power which uplifted the soul spiritually and gave it strength, while the heavenly perfumes they exhaled were such as no soul clothed in its mantle of flesh has ever experienced. All these flowers were living and breathing, and they were, so my friend informed me, incorruptible.
There was another astonishing feature I noticed when I drew near to them, and that was the sound of music that enveloped them, making such soft harmonies as corresponded exactly and perfectly with the gorgeous colors of the flowers themselves. I am not, I am afraid, sufficiently learned, musically, to be able to give you a sound technical explanation of this beautiful phenomenon, but I shall hope to bring to you one with knowledge of the subject, who will be able to go into this more fully. Suffice it for the moment, then, to say that these musical sounds were in precise consonance with all that I had so far seen—which was very little—and that everywhere there was perfect harmony.[iii]
The Light in the Afterlife Is Higher Quality Than Sunlight, But There Is No Sun
The sky is blue, with no sun, moon, or stars. There is an ambient light of higher quality than the light from the sun. One resident of Earth School describes the light in this way.
The light we have is obtained from the action of our minds on the atmosphere. We think light, and there is light. That is why people who come over in evil condition are in the dark; their minds are not competent to produce light enough for them to see. There is greater intensity of light as we go up through the spheres, which comes from the blending of the more spiritual minds. … When you speak of the sun in the spirit world, you mistake, for there is no such thing. There is light here, radiated from the atoms. Our light is very different from your sun. Your light is grosser than ours; it is unnatural to us, and, therefore, painful to the spirit. Our light is soft, radiant and very brilliant. Your physical eye can never behold it; it is so ethereal, so beautiful, that it blends with sensation.[iv]
There is no night, although some describe a “twilight” period each day in which the ambient light is not so bright. People do “rest,” but don’t sleep unless they want to sleep.
The Temperature in Heaven Is Always Pleasant
The temperature is always pleasant, with no inclement weather, although there is one description of a “mist” that happens every two earth weeks[v] and another of rain that “is good for our bodies.”[vi]
There Are Grand Buildings and Halls in the Afterlife
Buildings such as halls of learning, schools, art galleries, concert halls, and museums are described as being made of a solid material that has a pearl-like luminescence. The buildings are assembled in vast, beautiful, clean cities. In these halls of learning, all people studiously read out of self-motivated interest.
Heaven Has a Natural Environment Much Like That on Earth
Any of the heaven environments have all the attributes of Earth School. There are mountains, rivers, lakes, forests, meadows, and vast fields of flowers. There are seas and beaches. Monsignor Hugh Benson, speaking through medium Anthony Borgia, describes a sea.
Never had I expected to behold such a sea. It’s covering was the most perfect reflection of the blue of the sky above, but in addition it reflected myriad rainbow tints in every little wavelet. … From where we were, I could see islands of some considerable size in the distance. … Beneath us was a fine stretch of beach upon which we could see people seated at the water’s edge.[vii]
The environment is consistently described as being exceptionally beautiful. Stafford Betty, in The Afterlife Unveiled: What the Dead Are Telling Us About Their World, includes a description of the environment and homes conveyed through William Stainton Moses, in trance, taking a tour with Mentor, a spirit communicator.
I have no recollection of losing consciousness, but the darkness seemed to give place to a beautiful scene which gradually unfolded itself. I seemed to stand on the margin of a lake, behind which rose a chain of hills, verdant to their tops, and shrouded in a soft haze. The atmosphere was like that of Italy, translucent and soft. The water beside which I stood was unruffled, and the sky overhead was of cloudless blue. I strolled along the margin of the lake, meditating on the beauty of the scene. I met a person coming towards me [and] knew it was Mentor [one of a group of 49 spirit communicators]. … His voice as he addressed me was sharp and decisive in tone: “You are in spirit-land, and we are going to show you a scene in the spheres.” He turned and walked with me along the margin of the lake till we came to a road which branched along the foot of the mountain. A little brook flowed by its side, and beyond was a lovely stretch of verdant meadow, not cut up into fields as with us, but undulating as far as the eye could reach. We approached a house very like an Italian villa, situated in a nook, amidst a grove of trees like nothing I ever saw before; more like gigantic ferns of the most graceful and varied description. Before the door were plots of flowers of the most lovely hues and varieties. My guide motioned me to enter, and we passed into a large central hall, in the middle of which a fountain played among a bank of flowers and ferns. A delicious scent filled the air, and the sound of sweet music, soft and soothing, greeted the ear.[viii]
[i] Heagerty, The Hereafter, 104 (citing Thomas Welton Stanford , A Spirit Communication on the Death Experience, Psychic Scientist, 1904).
[ii] “The Ellen Terry séance.”
[iii] Borgia, Life in the World Unseen, 11-12.
[iv] Heagerty, Hereafter, 89-90 (citing Randall, Frontiers of the Afterlife, 2010)
[v] Betty, The Afterlife Unveiled, 27.
[vi] Augustus Henry Burbidge, The Shadows Lifted from Death (Stuart, FL: Roundtable Publishing, 2011), 78.
[vii] Borgia, Life in the World Unseen, 61.
[viii] Betty, The Afterlife Unveiled, 16.