Heaven in My Eyes: A True Story of Heaven and Healing

By Kymm Civetta

"Heaven In My Eyes" is a true story of heaven and healing when a life-threatening illness increased Kymm's intuitive gifts, calling her to write and share her story. It Inspires the reader, revealing the higher perspective of how such a devastating challenge can be a gift, and more importantly a direct calling from Heaven. You will walk closely with Kymm, in this compelling true story of how she embraced her mission to become a Christian Clairvoyant, in one of the most incredible testimonies authored. Sit riveted as she describes the visions she received from Jesus, Arch Angel Michael, Marion Callings from Mother Mary, and loved ones in Heaven. You will be captivated by Kymm's mind expanding views on how we are all innately connected to Heaven.

"So full of true light, love & healing" -Dani Hendserson, US
(author "Kids Soul Speak")
"I'm riveted...can't stop reading!" - Caroline M., US
"Kymm writes with profound compassion" -Audry L. UK

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Feb 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9798765228142

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CONTENTS

Preface

Chapter 1     Sometimes God Is a Homeless Man

Chapter 2     Where Am I From?

Chapter 3     The White Robe

Chapter 4     Go Out and Dig in the Garden

Chapter 5     Meeting Archangel Michael

Chapter 6     333: Heaven’s Communication

Chapter 7     Feathers, Coins, and Cloud Formations: More of Heaven’s Communication

Chapter 8     Marion Calling

Chapter 9     The Blessed Messenger Bird

Chapter 10   Candy on the Beach

Chapter 11   Sue, the Film Director

Chapter 12   Raquel’s Dream

Chapter 13   Hands of the Mother

Chapter 14   The Windowpane

Chapter 15   Mamma Bear Instinct

Chapter 16   Landon, My Little Messiah

Chapter 17   Lyric, My Star Dust and Fairy Wings

Chapter 18   The Catalyst

Chapter 19   Did You See That?

Chapter 20   Rearview Mirror

Chapter 21   Time Travel, Levitation, and Dr. Ronald Mallet

Chapter 22   Orion Dream

Chapter 23   The Script

Chapter 24   The Closing Chapter

About the Author

PREFACE

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And it shall come to pass afterward, that I will pour out my spirit upon all flesh; and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your old men shall dream dreams, your young men shall see visions (Joel 2:28 King James Bible KJV)

I have been a clairvoyant sensitive, seeing auras around people, hearing their thoughts telepathically, and having psychic abilities since I was a child in the ’70s. My parents chose not to hand down the traditional religious beliefs that they learned. Having been burnt out on religion, they gave me the option to find God in my own way with spiritual talks of quantum physics, energy, light, and love. That said, it is curious that I would receive open and closed visions with figures in the heavenly realm based in the Christian faith. You will read about my testimony of the immense love of Jesus, my overwhelmingly powerful encounter with archangel Michael, the remarkable and awe-inspiring calling from Mother Mary, as well as loved ones in Heaven visiting me with a message for their friends and family that they left behind.

In my gift of clairvoyance, I see a movie type screen play in my mind’s eye that I don’t generate. The movie pictures are encoded and downloaded with very accurate accounts of information that I have no possible way of knowing, such as a person on the other side showing me what they wore with specific details like a light-colored dress with flowers on it and a belt that ties at the waist for example, only to find confirmation that the person on the other side wore it all the time. I have come to find that these symbols are heaven’s lightning-fast language and become the true confirmation for many that our bodies may die but that we in spirit live on in Heaven.

For most of my life, I have stayed in fear, with great worries of not being accepted, or worse, of losing friends and family. I suppressed this gift of knowing things before they happened. Things such as seeing a health condition coming or that was currently present, knowing things about people that had passed on in Heaven with no prior knowledge of the person, prophetic dreams, telepathy, and the ability to see color around people. For many years I was afraid that I would be thought of as crazy or evil.

Then I came across author Kevin Schoeppel, a former Southern Baptist deacon and Sunday school teacher Christian Bible-fearing man who married a psychic medium and wrote the book The Bible: The Truth about Psychic Mediums.

Kevin has helped to clarify and encourage me to research misinterpreted translations from version to version of the Bible. For example, the words medium and psychic were not even used in the King James Version and only recently added in the New Testament.

I found in my own research of ancient Hebrew translations of the words psychic and medium not even meaning what we think of as a psychic medium today. Back then, it meant to channel, which is a person who steps aside, with a change in voice and mannerisms. These people don’t usually remember what they say to anyone or with whom they spiritually communicate on the other side. This is a familiar spirit, in which I don’t participate. I have never asked for these clairvoyant or clairaudient gifts. I didn’t take a class or get involved with any cult or spiritual group to make it happen. I didn’t seek it. It just happened with what I have come to know as the Holy Spirit.

First and foremost, it was Jesus that came to me in my darkest hour, and I experienced His profound immense love and the Holy Spirit. From there my clairvoyant gifts increased. I lift all my AIM healing sessions up to Him and His company of Heaven for healing my client’s grief, issues of unforgiveness, and past traumas.

Until finding Kevin’s book, I found myself in an in between space as a clairvoyant but also a Christian. Was there such a thing? Did these two words need to be separated? Where did I belong? Was I meant to write this book to help spread awareness that Jesus revealed his love to me in my early twenties to an average girl from a nonreligious family, being no one particularly spiritually educated or special? The more I suppressed the gift that God gave me, it seemed more crises came to get my attention and give me the strong message to trust in Him, which led me to write this book.

The calling became stronger with a life-threatening inoperable cancer where my psychic gifts seemed to increase even more as I received Western immuno-therapy treatment, meditated daily, prayed constantly, fasted, and made my mind, body, and spirit a cleaner place for God to communicate with me.

It seemed I was learning to lean on Him in a way that only a desperate state of surrender can bring by wanting to live for my children and husband. I was force-stopped into creating a clean palette to hear and see Him and His heavenly realm. The race to stay a living, thriving mother to my two young children, wife to my husband of thirty-six years, daughter to my mom, became a pathway to Him and those in Heaven needing a liaison.

This ultimately called me to my purpose of serving God in spreading the story that Heaven is real, and Jesus is the Reigning King of Heaven and earth and is the all-encompassing present tense intelligent love extension of God. No source on earth can describe His love.

I hope you can feel His love in my writing, as it is near to impossible to adequately describe being in His presence. I hope you can come to trust that the blessed Mother Mary is a powerful intercessor of prayer and truly lives within the heart of Jesus, and that indeed archangels are real. I hope that you will open your heart of hearts to the truth that Heaven is real, and the people you have loved are not really gone.

It’s my greatest wish that my book will inspire you to dive deep and practice a more divine relationship with Heaven through breathing, praying, meditating, serving, affirming in faith I AM, and fasting, before that crisis or loss or health challenge creates that state of surrender in somewhat of a forced way rather than self-chosen.

I am truly grateful that you are here reading this page, as I believe it is only God that has connected us!

Many blessings!

Kymm

CHAPTER 1

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Sometimes God Is a Homeless Man

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Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares. (Hebrews 13:2 KJV)

I was completely panic-stricken and unable to form words clearly. My legs were confused foreigners stumbling with the message from my mind to simply walk a few steps to the toilet so I could throw up. The center of my body was shaking uncontrollably. My thoughts were battering inside of my head, echoing relentless waves of utter despair and fear.

I looked around our bedroom with the light from the distant walk-in closet, hoping I could make it to the couch to dial my cell phone. It was dark and cold, and I was chilled to the bone. Deep winter had suddenly dropped in to accompany me, adding to the chilling sensation I was feeling all over my body. I felt like I was standing on a slab of ice—naked, alone, and in my darkest hour.

I was diagnosed with melanoma on December 8, 2008. The news was utterly devastating, and for a time the earth stood still inside of me. From the outside in, things looked normal for the coming holidays. Neighbors passing by commented on our blazing fire in the fireplace puffing out billowing clouds of chestnut-smitten smoke. A Macy’s inspired dreamy Christmas tree displayed in the great room window, with a real train huffing around the track under the bottom branches. Our three-year-old son making train sounds with his beautiful angelic voice laden with innocence and play. But inside of my mind and heart was an entirely different atmosphere and movie picture. It was as if there was a terrorist sitting at the Christmas dinner table asking politely for a plate of turkey.

Even if I could fake it through Christmas, how would I act normally for my baby boy’s fourth birthday on December 28, just three days after Christmas? How would I perform as if nothing were wrong and face my New Year’s Eve event with my band for the upcoming performance? It was as if there was a huge clock with a brass pendulum hanging right in front of my eyes. Tick tock.... tick tock.... I had cotton mouth. I swallowed with pain.

My husband Andy and I traveled up to Lake Tahoe to perform with our self-created high energy cover dance band NRG (pronounced energy) for New Year’s Eve at Harrah’s Hotel and Casino. The first time I laid eyes on Andy, I was seventeen years old. It was the first school morning of my senior year, and I saw him across the school yard walking quickly to class (probably from being late) in corduroy pants, tie, and formal dress shirt. I couldn’t even see his face that clearly, but I knew without a doubt in an open vision that I would marry him, and we would be involved musically for a lifetime and become parents.

Although it had only been a week since the diagnosis, it felt like years had passed. Each day was like walking miles in concrete that was drying around my ankles. In contrast, Andy was walking and moving faster. It was as if he could secure a future where his son would have a mother if he quickened his pace. He was doing all he could to get us back to normal, and for him that would mean working more in the office and making our travel plans for our New Year’s Eve gig. We decided to take Landon with us, adding on some healing family time after the performance. We called all over the place looking for the right place to stay and ended up staying in an affordable hotel bridal suite on the lake with a huge inside jacuzzi bathtub that could hold eight people. Sounds like a bizarre choice for a family, but I swear Landon still remembers it and asks if we can go back there because of that huge fun kiddie tub, as he called it.

Upon walking into our bridal suite, I was greeted with a large and wide window displaying the