Of course there is no such thing as heaven. There is only the reality of one’s perception and the planet Earth and that is where the human story ends. If there is a soul, it only exists during life: it’s more like a person’s brand. And as for love, it is nothing more than chemicals in the brain.

There is no fast track to heaven.

Now tell me, what do you think heaven is, Ray?’‘I don’t know. The closest I can think of is a feeling. Or an energy. It’s probably love. You just join love. They say you see your grandparents again or whatever, but it won’t be like that. You don’t see, but you feel them. You join their love and everyone else’s love who ever lived.

‘Now tell me, what do you think heaven is, Ray?’‘I don’t know. The closest I can think of is a feeling. Or an energy. It’s probably love. You just join love. They say you see your grandparents again or whatever, but it won’t be like that. You don’t see, but you feel them. You join their love and everyone else’s love who ever lived.’

Heaven is for the holy, hell is for the people.

Heaven, hell, purgatory: they’re not just for the dead, they are very much a part of living. The three primary modes of life—winning, losing, and waiting. Everything else we do falls on the spectrum between these three big ones.

Home should feel like heaven.

To get to heaven, you gotta do more. You gotta be good.

Beautiful white light, the warmth of the womb, undulating waves of goodness everywhere.