I might have been to Summerland. I remember before I was born. I was in a place with many others and there was noting but pure love, comfort and rest. I looked down onto earth and I saw all kinds of terrible things. I can’t remember the terrible things I saw, it was just bad, accept I remember the last thing. I saw a mushroom cloud of an atomic explosion. Then a man began to approach and I knew why he was coming and I was afraid. He said to me, “it is time to go.” I broke down and cried almost falling to my knees. He had a beard, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, “everything will be okay.” I used to believe this place was heaven and that this man was Jesus. But now I’m not really sure.