More than 8000 PEOPLE have been inspired by this remarkable rewrite to date.

In 2001 we published our easy to read version of the story of Marietta Davis. Marietta received a vision of heaven and hell 150 years ago, a story which has inspired thousands over the years.

The story seems to “lift the lid” off heaven and hell, while remaining very faithful to scripture. Many use the book as a tool for evangelism – numerous people have obtained ten copies at a time and come back for more. One man ordered 20 and then returned for another 100 to give away. The story includes a touching section on angelic care of infants in heaven, so people who have lost babies or had miscarriages have been especially blessed.

Over 6000 copies of our book have been sold around Australia and it has now been translated into two other languages and also been published in Singapore.

It has now been published in the USA by Creation House – the publishing arm of Charisma magazine – under a new title Nine Days in Heaven, the Vision of Marietta Davis. Thousands of people in the USA are now being inspired by the story.

As part of the USA publishing arrangement we received a large quantity of copies to distribute in Australia. Our storage container is bulging and we need to get them out there.

So to move these along we are going to make these available to you at GREATLY REDUCED PRICES.

SOME CONDITIONS APPLY but they are not too hard. Here is the arrangement.

A. Buy 5 copies x $7.95 each = $39.75 (free postage within Australia).

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EXTRACT FROM:

NINE DAYS IN HEAVEN
The Vision of Marietta Davis

The circular lawn was surrounded by high, open trellis work with a gateway at its eastern side. Flowing out through the gateway was a river, supplied by the fountains within.

Looking around at the surrounding city, I noticed it was divided into twelve great divisions by this river. The river flowed in a spiral course, in twelve huge curves proceeding out from the center to the circumference. On each side of the river was a wide avenue and twelve other straight streets intersected this spiral avenue. The straight streets began in the consecrated ground about the temple and radiated out to twelve equally divided points on the outer boundary. So the city was divided into one hundred and forty-four great suburbs, or divisions, arranged in increasing degrees of magnificence and beauty.

As my gaze followed the pathway of the flowing river and the stately avenues I lost all sense of time and self awareness. I had never seen anything like it in its splendor and complexity and I became completely absorbed in studying it.

Each building in the city was extremely large and perfectly integrated with all the others. The entire city gave the impression of being one garden of flowers, one grove of shady trees, one gallery of sculptures, and one sea of fountains. All of these, together with the buildings, formed an unbroken expanse of sumptuous architecture set in a surrounding landscape of matching beauty. This was then overarched by a colored sky that bathed every object in its incredible and ever-changing shades.

After a time I became aware of the inhabitants. But I can give only the faintest picture of what was before me. I would describe it by saying that the way the angelic multitude moved together was like a single melody, animated by one inspiring love, and moving in one orderly plan. Their unchanging focus was the development of their infant charges to the same state of perfection as that of the city.

The melody of their movement was echoed in the groups of infants, where there was no rivalry or desire for selfish glory. Rather, each group in each nursery was united to the more mature groups. In some way I could sense that each little child was filled with holy love and a desire to grow in wisdom, to be capable of being used as an angel of light and loveliness. I could see that each one loved to learn from those above them and they were devoting themselves completely to unselfish acts of love.

In this way I saw each little child unfold like petals of a flower from beauty to beauty. All above them was glory. All around them was loveliness. All within them was the melody of unfolding life, unfolding love, unfolding knowledge of heaven, adoration of the Savior, and the inspiration of eternal joy.

At this point my guide spoke to me and turned me away from this scene. “Marietta, you have now seen the wonders of the first and most simple stage of paradise, where the infants are taught.” She looked at me solemnly. “But before you can go any further there is a sobering lesson you have to receive.”

Conflicts in Hell

SHE TOUCHED MY forehead and immediately the brightness and glory vanished and I began to descend. I found myself passing through a low and gloomy subterranean vault surrounded by thick folds of darkness. A feeling of supernatural dread came over me and I began to shake spasmodically. A terrible conflict rose up within me and filled my being. I was startled and confused and my thoughts shattered into utter chaos.

As I fell further, I heard a distant roar. It sounded as if an ocean was pouring down some rocky cataract. I flailed about, trying in vain to grab something to slow my fall which was taking me toward the awful abyss below.

At this moment a blue sulphurous flash lit up the darkness. As it disappeared I stared in disbelief as grim specters floated around me, enveloped by fires of evil. Gone was the holiness and peace that had surrounded the dwellers in paradise. The change was so sudden and dreadful I could not think clearly. My mind was flooded with horror and despair. I was terror-struck! I turned to my guide for help, but she was gone!

Alone and in that dreadful place there are no means by which I can give even a faint idea of the agony of that moment. At first I thought I would pray, but as I began, my whole life flashed before me in an instant and I realized I was utterly unworthy of God’s favor. I cried out, “Oh! If I could have only one hour back on earth—for a time, just a brief time—to make myself fit for heaven!”

Like a monster my conscience struck back at me. “You had your chance! In your time on earth you turned your back on the provision God made for your sins. You completely rejected it! Do you think now in this place of darkness and woe that your plea could possibly succeed?”

To add to my misery, all my previous doubts and skepticism then rose up like animals, glaring at me and encircling me in condemning mockery. All of my life’s thoughts reared up with them. Not one of my secrets was hidden—they were all there. Even the ones I had forgotten stood plainly before me.

At first they came one at a time, but then they all combined and took on my own character. I was facing myself! To escape them was to run from myself. To annihilate them would have blotted out my own existence.

I was stunned as the words of the Savior echoed through my mind, “Men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken” (Matt. 12:36).

I reeled back in turmoil, longing to escape and return to my body, but another scene appeared before me—the most terrible scene of all. It was a clear and dramatic vision of my crucified Redeemer. As it appeared, all the misconceptions I’d ever had about Jesus passed before my mind in the form of pictures.

In one picture I saw those thoughts in which I had viewed Jesus as only a man. In another were my beliefs about the “doctrine” of special forgiveness for a limited number of people who were “chosen.” Along with this I saw the tears I had once shed when I believed I was doomed to an endless punishment because I thought this had been predestined for me.

Then in another picture was the idea I had once entertained that eternal salvation would be given out freely to every-body—without any need for moral change and without a personal and loving faith in the Savior’s death for our sins. And…