First Heaven 

I see light everywhere 

Gentle warmth of unconditional love 

I am drawn into First Heaven, somehow 

Just here, not above.

I am free from life on Earth  

From pain, suffering, happiness, pleasure  

Back to my true home, somehow  familiar 

I cannot measure 

……… The overwhelming love.

Yes! I can still think and see,  still same old me, 

I see my loved ones who passed before, 

waiting here for me 

I see their faces, young again, 

Together we fly free 

Across beautiful valleys green grass, trees, flowers 

A very real Heaven created by the One with powers 

………. Of creation. 

Now you’re Gone

You were here yesterday,

And now you’re gone, passed away,

Cruel death has victory

News came swift that you had died,

It couldn’t be, I screamed, denied,

Grief took hold, I cried and cried

There are no answers from the world around

If you’d been religious would salvation

be found?

This busy world knows not what to say,

Like an express train on their way,

Material lives, living for today

Science claims the answers in this modern world,

Life is dust to dust, so live to the full,

Young or old, boy or girl

My grief takes hold and overwhelming,

 Bewildered, lost, darkness closing in,
 Can’t accept won’t see you again.

My eyes are blind, but you can see,

I just don’t feel you near to me

Your soul is near, you still exist,

Life’s cruel illusion is a mist

Your soul is free of all the pain,

Yet you’re surprised, you are the same.

Heaven is beautiful, you know that now,

Others you loved are there somehow

Heaven is real, green valleys and trees,

Flowers caressed by gentle breeze,

Colours vivid, no pain, no fear,

A place like home made ready

for you there

You try to reach to tell me this,

Yet the wall between us, impenetrable mist

of material world teaching,

Souls don’t exist

Leaves me trapped in grief,

Time stops, I twist

                                                   ......and cry.                                                    


Little Bird

Little bird, on a tree branch up there,

Singing your song across the air

A message to other birds, I am sure,

To me your song is pleasant and pure

Little bird always seeking food to eat,

Then flying away to your safe retreat,

Little bird, you know how to make your nest,

Raise your young, and look your best

Little bird, little bird, on a tree branch, up there,

Singing your song across the air

You know love, you have a soul

I know you’re aware...................


Just a Number

To the world I'm just a number,

Along with all the rest,

Never getting anywhere or earning much,

Although I always keep trying my best

I know I'll never be famous,

And wealth never comes my way,

What little I earn goes on food and home,

As I struggle through each day

So, what colour is there in my life?

I ask myself many times

The same work and routines every day

Are the usual experience of mine

Yet what of the rich and famous

With their houses and property Fine?

For a person can only make use of

One room and one chair at a time

We are all breathing same air as each other

And however our friendships are sought

The best and truest of friends

Can never,  ever be bought

A scenic view and the beauty of nature

Are things that we all can see,

And the experience of sport, art and music

Can cost little, and often found free

So when I think of myself as a number,

It's only an emotional test

The truth is we all are important

Yes, you and I are as good as the Best!



Oh daffodil, your beauty of moment

Last forever, if time never spent

All year you hide away from sight,

To appear in gardens as Springtime Light

Yellow radiance as the sun,

In coat of green your leaves are spun

Soft breeze caress, you move and dance

Flower of love, colour of romance

You are Spring, and Spring is you

You are my image of life renew

My spirit lifts with you nearby,

I scarce can turn away my eye

Oh daffodil, your beauty of moment

And eternal dreams forever dreamt.


A Library in Heaven

My soul set free from my body, my life

I float on a path towards a building white.

The Heaven I hoped for shines all around

I breathe air of love, see beauty profound

Heaven is light, love, joy and peace

Beauty, safety, I feel wonderful, at ease

I see radiant Angels, sense power

- the Creator above

Overwhelming, infinite, unconditional love

Heaven offers rest, to recover from life’s pain

Then time to review, start learning again.

A brilliant white building in front of me

Is a place of further learning, a Library.

I see before me many books of life

For everyone who ever lived

their toils, their strife,

Their joy, sorrow, happiness, fun,

The times they had to fight, battles lost and won

I see a book now, with my name bold and clear

Should I reach to grasp it?

My Angel guide says “Don’t fear”

Each page is a day of your life we did give

Every moment, every minute

I may view and relive.

I open a page of happiness and joy

Go back to my childhood when I was a boy.

My Angel guide told me, in a most gentle way

to visit a page where my life went astray

Did I hurt others?

I was blind but now see

I realise the hurt, caused directly by me.

I can enter the page, and I’m in life again

At that moment in time when I caused someone pain

I can work it through differently

Not self-centred, but care,

Understand how others feel,

Learn how to share

I awoke, it was dawn,

Was this a vision, had I dreamed?

I’m alive, not passed away

To the afterlife that seemed

So real...

     My vision was a message,

A lesson to learn,

Our soul is eternal

Spiritual growth we must earn.


In Stillness

In stillness, look at a beautiful flower,

A bloom of colour, and fragrance,

-          Nature’s finest hour

In stillness, gaze at night-time sky,

The stars, the universe,

-          And wonder why

In stillness, let spirit wonder free,

Sense the love of God,

-          True reality

In stillness, and peace,

Inwardly pray,

For strength and guidance

On life’s difficult way

In stillness you may find

That time matters not,

Timeless peace rediscovered

-          Perhaps almost forgot



Days of old, days of gold,

My memories are as autumn shades

Life was nothing special at the time

But looking back I can now define

Those special moments that stand out

With a warmth and fondness that removes all doubt

That the nothing special was important to me

In this life that to others seems so ordinary

                                 Life On Hold   (this is a true account)

I was greeted at the door, I felt welcomed, and walked in,

Another group of strangers, booked for clairvoyant reading

“Our family want to hear whatever you can say,

But first please meet my Mum,

Just follow me this way”

In the middle of the home, a room... bed, table, flowers,

Two armchairs, and tv to while away the hours,

Of a lady age late sixties, nicely dressed, on her own,

Living with her family, yet, somehow quite alone.

“I see your husband in spirit”, I couldn’t help but say

“A man who truly loved you, and still loves from far away”

The lady smiled, then her eyes dropped, “Can I continue?” words I said

She whispered “Yes” and I revealed,

My vision, a hospital bed.

Her husband pale, on life support, a doctor stood nearby,

I told this lady my vision,

She began to cry.

“I killed him, I took his life, for six years I’ve hid away,

I haven’t left this room,

I stopped my life that day”

Shocked by her painful outburst, then my vision came more clear

The doctor asking permission, “No hope for him my dear”,

To switch off life support....the lady froze with fear.

I was looking at the scene, as if a birds –eye view,
She left the ward just walking, not knowing what to do.

The scene played out in front of me, shortly she returned

The doctor turned to see, inside her feelings burned.

In spirit her husband came, his lifeless body set him free

He whispered in her ear.

Please say “Yes” and release me

And “Yes” is what she said, not knowing how she could,

She blamed herself for saying yes, and didn’t want to live

I described to her my vision, “Oh my.... you couldn’t know this

I believe you, and now I see husband wanted this”

I know now I didn’t kill him, no longer carry blame,

I said “Your husband wants to see you... live your life again”!

I left her to give more readings, then at the evening’s end

I went into the lounge, and was greeted like a friend

“ Mum’s life is no longer on hold, tomorrow she wants to go shopping

New life, new strength, Mum’s back, after years of praying and hoping!

Robert Mason

Visions of the Future
I have personally had many visions that are warnings concerning the future.

The following are just some examples of how these visions come, and how they can affect our future:

In April 2017 I had to catch the bus home from work because my car was being serviced. After boarding the bus it travelled half mile through town and pulled-in to allow more passengers to board. As it stood at the bus stop i suddenly saw flames outside the side window where I was looking.
After a couple of seconds there was nothing there. People were boarding the bus from the same side and nobody saw the flames which I realise now were a vision.

Six miles further along the road the bus driver suddenly stopped the bus. The engine at the rear of the bus was blowing diesel and water and steam everywhere. There were no flames, but we were now stranded in open countryside and I could see the reason for my earlier spiritual warning vision.


I had a vision on several occasions concerning the Tsunami that raced across the Indian Ocean on Boxing Day 2004. I had these visions commencing six months earlier and pleaded with two family members not to go and work as a diving instructors on the beach in Thailand. They reluctantly heeded my warning and did not go, but their friends went. Their friends experienced the full impact of the tsunami wave. The man was diving out at sea and swept four miles down the coast, but fortunately was unhurt. The lady had her young child in her arms as she ran inland away from the wave. The water quickly caught up with her, and she held her child above her shoulders as the wave reached them. They were lucky to survive unhurt.

Although I take satisfaction in a receiving visions, I feel sad that when I see visions of large-scale catastrophes there is little I can do to warn a large number of people


Conclusion: the short-term future can definately be seen and predicted

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