Inside Heaven: God's Country, A True Story

By Glenn Kudrna, Patsy Lingle and Ty Kudrna

Patsy Lingle’s adventure in heaven, with hopeful descriptions of another dimension, was filled with people who were at perfect peace. Patsy returned from her journey to Heaven to tell people about its stunning beauty. Her adventure in God’s country not only altered her view on eternity but it also inspired her to focus her life on helping others find peace. This book is for anyone who has lost a loved one, or for anyone who is in the process of losing someone, or for anyone who has doubts, fears or just questions about life after death. They will understand they are not lost; they are not gone. This will give them hope and peace, and maybe inspire them to help others and improve their world, as they realize they will see loved ones again in a wonderful, supernatural, beautiful place. Patsy Lingle went on this remarkable journey of a lifetime. Her trip to heaven has given her the perfect peace that she saw other people have during this adventure. This has inspired her to talk about her journey and hopefully give other people the gift of inner peace that she currently has. Patsy’s heart is still over there and sometimes it’s as if her mind and soul are also there. She cannot wait to return to this wonderful, perfect place called heaven with its colors, lights, peace, calmness, no pain, breathtaking knowledge, and being totally engulfed in love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Jul 29, 2016
• ISBN: 9781483577388

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Chapter 1

The Big Question

Since the beginning of time, a question on everyone’s mind has been this: Is there life after death? Once we delve into this question, numerous thoughts arise from over the horizon. If life after death exists, what is it like? What will our bodies be like? Will we even have bodies? What will we see? What will we hear, smell, touch, or taste? What waits for our senses to explore on the other side? Who will be there? Who will we meet?

Patsy answers these questions through her out-of-body experience with a resounding yes, there is life after death and it is beautiful, more beautiful than anything you have ever seen on this planet or could ever imagine, and more fabulous and more spiritual than any emotions you have ever experienced.

All of us have a desire to know what is on the other side after we die, whether we believe in God and heaven, or in nothing at all, we still have questions and wonder what we will face after we die?

Even if you don’t believe in God or in life after death, and believe we just fall asleep and maybe lie in darkness without any knowledge of our existence, and think this is all there is to life, there is still the thought of what if there is continuation after this life.

I have heard many people talk about and actually believe there is nothing after we die. They think this is all there is to life, and when we die, nothing exists, and we don’t even exist. How miserable these people must be. They are usually very negative people. They have negative thoughts about anything and everything in life. They drain the people around them.

That would be such a horrible thought, thinking that when we die, we will no longer exist. What if they are wrong and they missed something, and overlooked the key to it all?

If you have lost a loved one, you hope and pray they are alright. You might ask, Why did they have to leave now? You wonder what they are going through, what they are doing, what they are seeing at the moment, who they are with, and what type of place they are in. What are they exploring? What are they accomplishing? You may even wonder what you will go through when your time comes.

The answer is a wonderful place beyond our imagination waits for all of us. Can words describe this breathtaking place and capture the feelings you will have? Will something be lost in the translation from seeing it first hand and coming back and trying to describe the indescribable? Perhaps.

Hopefully, you will find hope, peace, and tranquility and no longer fear death. Death becomes an accepted part of life as a doorway to the other side. In the blink of an eye, you go from one place to the next. Eventually you will get to see it and experience it for yourself, and then you will say, Ah, Patsy was right.

1 Corinthians 15:26

The last enemy to be destroyed is death.

The human body was designed to last 120 years. Since birth, we have been brainwashed to believe that it is normal for a person to die at the age of 50, 60, 70 or even 80. How many times have you heard people say about a relative who passed away, Oh, they were 85, they lived a long time. It was time for them to go. They are better off now. Rubbish. They had 35 years left to live.

The human body can live to be 120 and still be functioning at a normal capacity as if you felt you were still in your 40’s, 50’s or 60’s. And that is with the existing technology of today. Maybe with the technology of the future, we could extend that to beyond 120 years.

Think about this. If you knew exactly what will happen to you after you die and without any doubt or fear of what will happen knowing that this life is just a temporary journey to a place beyond imagination, would it change how you are living your life today? Would you be at peace with yourself, with others, and with the world? Would you open up to help others to change their lives, and change the world for the better?

What if everyone on the planet came to this moment, to this conclusion at the same time? Just think what could be accomplished. There would be no more wars, no more people killing other people, no more poverty, no more stealing, and no more people hurting other people. Many professions would become obsolete. Businesses would no longer be making the almighty dollar just for the profits, even though the profits meant hurting people, making them sick, or causing them to die at a very young age. They would finally be in business to actually help mankind once and for all. There would be no more people controlling the news and world events for their own agenda or profits.

By knowing what lies before us on the other side, we can enjoy life and be at peace, and help those around us to change the world into a better place.

Chapter 2

Down for the Count

Day 1 – Corsicana, Texas

At the time this all started, I was working for a very large discount retailer that will remain nameless. I am not going to name names because the stories you will hear from me will make you want to boycott them, and then they will come after me with big sticks and lawyers. Maybe it’s the people they hire to run the place. Maybe it’s just the way the company operates, or maybe it’s just the store that I work in. I’m beginning to think it is just your average, typical company anywhere in the world.

My asthma had been acting up for several months, or at least I thought it was my asthma. I had visited Ann at work the day before, and her boss thought I looked under the weather. My color was ashy, which it normally gets that way when my asthma acts up. My skin becomes extremely gray looking when I don’t get enough oxygen and my asthma kicks in. So that is what I thought it was, only my asthma. Later I found out it was double pneumonia along with several other complications.

I didn’t have asthma all of my life. I first noticed the asthma after falling through the ceiling in my house and becoming stuck. I was trying to light my furnace since it was on the fritz again, as it had gone out like this dozens of times in the past.

I climbed into the dusty attic and made my way toward the furnace. I walked past the furnace, stepped on a weak spot, and splat, I fell through the ceiling over the hallway.

As I was falling, crunching my way through insulation and sheetrock, dust from the attic went flying, and millions of particles of insulation went soaring through the air. As I stayed immobile and wasn’t going anywhere, I had nothing better to do, so I watched the dust and insulation floating slowly in the air. After what seemed like an eternity, I could see all of the dust slowly falling and coming to a rest all over me.

This stuff was unbearably itchy and not just from me touching it because I was stuck and surrounded by it, but it was also landing on me, and going up my nose, inside my mouth, and into my eyes.

I hung by my ribs on the ceiling joists, half way in and half way out. I was stuck and could not move. For a good two hours I inhaled the attic insulation. Even though it was only two hours, it seemed like forever and ever and ever. Nobody was around so I didn’t yell for help or scream. No one would have heard me.

There I was, stuck half in and half out. My top half was in the attic and my bottom half was below the ceiling. I finally managed to free an arm and pull myself just enough where I was not entirely stuck. I found just enough strength to pull myself up on the boards. I couldn’t pull myself up all the way into the attic, so I wiggled a little and then had just enough room to release myself. I went tumbling down and dropped to the floor. Ouch! That hurt.

Yummy, here comes more dust and insulation coming down to greet me.

God has taken care of me so many times, I’m afraid I am about to use up all of my life lines.

One guy I work with came over to the house that afternoon. We usually hang out or go to work together. We also run together, and since he is an old army guy, we run cadence. He had come in to help me with some work around the house, so I let him know I fell through the ceiling.

Later that night I went to work. They took me off the floor after I told them what happened, and they sent me to the office to do some paper work. I started having trouble breathing, so I wound up back at the emergency room. They didn’t keep me long. They just gave me breathing treatments as they normally do. That’s when I found out I had asthma. I didn’t know I had asthma until then.

The furnace never did get fixed. I gave up on that old furnace. It is so hard to light, and I don’t know who would put such a big thing up in the attic in a house. So now I just use the little heater in the living room and wear a lot of clothes.

The doctor said the insulation wouldn’t cause asthma, but that is when I first noticed my breathing difficulties. After the doctor said I had asthma, I told him, I don’t have it, my sister does. She had it all of her life. She was born with it.

He said, No, you don’t necessarily have to be born with it. You can get it later on in life.

Mom always taught me to never go up on the roof when no one else was home, or attempt to saw a tree when no one else was home. Yet there she was doing it herself. She is like the female Tool Time guy, and just like him, she is always getting into trouble.

After the furnace incident, I told mom, no more electrical tools. She always wants some type of power tools whether it is woodworking tools, yard tools, or whatever. If I have to cut the cords on every tool she has in order to keep her from hurting herself, I will. I’ve taken her to the emergency room so many times that she has paid visits to the hospital about three or four times recently.

It was a nice spring day and it felt like a good day to mow the lawn. I was never one to comb the yard for objects before mowing. It didn’t ever seem that there was anything hidden in the grass to pick up anyway. Luck would have it, there was an object hidden in the grass, waiting just for me.

I was just mowing along and I heard a loud clunk. I then felt this sharp, hot sting in my foot. The blade spit out a metal object that shot out like a missile and it speared me. I looked down and saw a coat hanger sticking through my foot.

I could not pull it out, so I hobbled to the inside of the house, dripping blood everywhere. I made it to the phone and managed to keep from passing out. I called Ann to take me to the hospital. Ann picked me up and took me to the emergency room where they pulled the coat hanger out of my foot, patched me up, and sent me on my merry way.

My porch was dilapidated and beyond repair, so I decided to tear it down all by myself. I tend to do these types of projects all the time. I was going to demolish the porch and then rebuild it from scratch. I would have an entirely new porch I could enjoy, and I could say I did it myself. Tearing up the first few boards was a piece of cake, but I got cocky and mistook my head for a piece of dead tree. Ouch!

She was at it again, trying to tear