Does heaven exist? With well over 100,000 plus recorded and described spiritual experiences collected over 15 years, to base the answer on, science can now categorically say yes. Furthermore, you can see the evidence for free on the website allaboutheaven.org.

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This book, which covers Visions and hallucinations, explains what causes them and summarises how many hallucinations have been caused by each event or activity. It also provides specific help with questions people have asked us, such as ‘Is my medication giving me hallucinations?’.

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Symbols - What does heaven look like

Carrion crow

The Carrion crow takes on some of the symbolism of the crow, intelligence, the gift of prophecy, but it is also a messenger of death.  A prophet of death and destruction.

In fact carrion crows in  ‘real life’ are not nice birds.  Carrion Crows have been known to kill weak lambs as well as eating freshly dead corpses probably killed by other means.  And yes they do peck the eyes out.  Their symbolism was also derived from their appearance after battles where they ate the corpses of the dead soldiers.

The Twa Corbies - Anon


As I was walking all alane

I heard twa corbies making a mane;

The tane unto the t'other say,

'Where sall we gang and dine today?'


'In behint yon auld fail dyke,

I wot there lies a new slain Knight;

And naebody kens that he lies there

But his hawk, his hound and his lady fair.


'His hound is to the hunting gane,

His hawk to fetch the wild fowl hame,

His lady's ta'en another mate

So we may make our dinner sweet


'Ye'll sit on his white hause-bane,

And I'll pick out his bonny blue een;

Wi' ae lock o' his gowden hair

We'll theek our nest when it grows bare.


'Mony a one for him makes mane,

But nane sall ken where he is gane;

O'er his white banes, when they are bare,

The wind sall blaw for evermair.

The twa corbies – Arthur Rackham