Heaven’s Warning for Our
She says she died.
She says she crossed a line no one returns from and woke in a place that made this world feel like a faded copy.
In that stillness, angels spoke of a reckoning, a Golden Age, and the fall of hidden powers feeding on our fear.
Now, as headlines burn and trust collapses, her vision no longer feels like fantasy.
Julie Poole does not tell her story like a spectacle; she tells it like a scar.
She remembers the weight of not wanting to be alive, the numbness that made death seem merciful.
Then, the rupture: a failed attempt, a sudden elsewhere.
She describes a realm where love felt structural, where judgment dissolved, and where beings she calls angels unfolded a future that hinged not on them, but on us.
In their message, no savior arrives to fix what we keep breaking.
Instead, systems built on manipulation and secrecy weaken as people remember their own worth, their own capacity to choose differently.
Julie returned to the same messy world, but she refused to live as the same person.
Whether her experience was divine encounter or psyche in extremis, the question it leaves behind is disarming: if a brighter era is possible, what part of it is waiting on you?
