There are places on this earth where the veil is thinner, where the air seems to shimmer with something more than oxygen — where Heaven leans in and whispers, I have already begun.
I did not always know this.
But I began learning it on a mountain with God — December 25 to 31, 2003 — seven days, seven Says, seven revelations burned into my heart like coordinates on a spiritual map. A time when I understood, not theoretically but viscerally, that Heaven was not a far-off prize but a present possibility… a Kingdom that desires to erupt right where we stand, if only we allow ourselves to see.
More than twenty years later, that truth still unfolds in front of me in the most unlikely ways.
In NDG.
On Somerled.
Between two storefronts.
In the witness of strangers who don't yet know they’re angels.
And most recently, in the story of another Montrealer whose quest echoes my own: Ashkan Karbasfrooshan — founder of WatchMojo, architect of Context Is King, and now a surprising figure in the long-dormant hope of Montréal baseball rising again. His journey has stirred old embers in me — the Expos dream I carried since that mountain. A dream I had the boldness to believe God whispered: They will return. Through media. Through a storyteller. Through Montrealers who refuse to let hope die.
Isn’t it remarkable how Heaven sends confirmations at the precise moment we need them?
Not in lightning bolts, but in stories.
In courageous lives.
In the persistence of a man who turns content into kingdoms.
Ashkan’s journey reminded me — Heaven is never far.
It is always trying to get our attention.
Heaven Revealed in Two Doorways
Walk with me to Somerled, where two doorways stand less than ten strides apart.
Two small businesses, two individuals who strive for excellence, two perfectionists who cannot help but pour their whole soul into their craft.
Different vocations — but the same heartbeat.
One nourishes the body.
One nourishes the spirit through comfort, community, familiarity, food.
Both nourish the neighbourhood.
When I speak with them — when I watch them refine every detail of what they offer, perfecting menus, perfecting hands-on healing, perfecting the environments where weary people arrive seeking relief — I see the unmistakable fingerprints of Heaven.
Because Heaven is not abstract.
Heaven is not floating beyond the clouds, waiting to be unlocked by death.
Heaven is people becoming what they were meant to be.
Heaven is purpose expressed in ordinary places.
Heaven is perfectionists who care — deeply — and who elevate everything they touch, simply because they cannot imagine doing otherwise.
These two neighbours on Somerled — one a restaurateur, one an osteopath — are living Scripture, though they might not use those words.
They remind me of the truth I discovered two decades ago:
Heaven starts in a person before it spreads to a street.
My Own Evidence of Heaven on Earth
Every project I have pursued — NDG Global, ImagineQ, Striking Back, the filmwork, the writing, the fight to defend the vulnerable from the harms of psychiatric drugs, the calling to raise up a community of healers, thinkers, creators — has been my attempt to make visible what God whispered long ago:
Heaven is here. Show them.
It appears in the courage to speak truth.
It appears in the healing of a single person overlooked by the world.
It appears in every franchisee of the ImagineQ Global Community Network who decides to build light instead of noise.
It appears in every narrative we craft — in Noel’s Pen voice — that reveals the sacred buried in the ordinary.
And sometimes, Heaven appears on a baseball diamond that has been dark for too long, waiting for the right storyteller to flip the stadium lights back on.
The Signs Converge
Ashkan’s mission.
NDG’s beating heart.
Two perfectionists on Somerled.
My mountain revelations.
Our shared callings — to create, to restore, to rebuild, to speak.
Individually they look like coincidences.
Together they look like prophecy unfolding.
This is Heaven on earth:
A neighbourhood humming with purpose.
A city rediscovering its soul.
A man following the path God sketched for him long before he knew it.
A hidden army of creators rising in NDG, slowly aligning into a mosaic only Heaven could design.
And maybe — just maybe — even the Montreal Expos resurrecting through a man who understands that stories shape reality more than spreadsheets ever could.
The Truth I Now Know
Heaven is not where we go.
Heaven is what breaks through when we live fully awake.
It is the perfectionist striving to serve his neighbour better.
It is the entrepreneur refusing to quit even when the world misunderstands the calling.
It is the healer who places his hands gently on a suffering neck.
It is the believer who walks forward even after years of suffering — insisting that every wound can become a window for the light.
Heaven is here.
In NDG.
On Somerled.
In the stories we dare to tell.
And in the dreams we refuse to surrender.
All my love,
RossG3.ca
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