A typical day in heaven.

Please describe for me, if you will, a typical “day” in heaven (according to your personal beliefs).

For our purposes here, please assume that you arrived in heaven a “couple of years” ago, all the novelty of finding yourself in a new “place” has worn off and you’ve settled down into whatever may pass as a “day-to-day” routine.

Note: If you have no personal belief in an existence after this life, please simply indicate that instead.

At the end, please indicate your religion (or lack thereof). (Christian, Buddhist, Atheist, Apatheist, or whatever …)

There are some simple rules though:

#1 Please go now to your text editor or word processor and compose your response, then copy and paste your response as a reply to this post. I would prefer that you do that before reading any other posts in this thread, because I do not want you to prejudice your thinking. That is also why I’m not going to give examples, nor describe my beliefs at this time. Take your time, be comprehensive. Do not be overly concerned about length, as I’m certain that my own post later on will be somewhat lengthy.

#2 I DO NOT want to start a religious debate here. Please refrain from relating the teachings of your religion. I’d like to know what you believe a typical “day” would be like, not what someone else told you it would be like.

#3 I DO NOT want to start a religious debate here. If you want to debate the merits (or lack thereof) of anything posted in this thread then go start your own thread in Great Debates. (But please come back and post a link in here so we can all join you there if we want to!)

#4 I DO NOT want to start a religious debate here. Please refrain from making any judgmental, joking, negative or snide remarks regarding what others have posted. We are dealing with a very personal, sincere and deeply held belief system here. If you have anything negative to say about anything posted in this thread, keep it to yourself or take it to The Pit. (But please come back and post a link in here so we can all join you there if we want to!)

I DO NOT want to start a religious debate here. This is merely part of a personal on-going “thought experiment” started long ago which I’ll attempt to explain in a later post …

Thank you in advance for your participation.

Lucy

No belief in afterlife.
Atheist.

You ask for personal beliefs? Sure.

I’m an atheist wth a strong belief in heaven.

Heaven is here. Heaven is now.

I have never known genuine hunger or thirst. I have never had to face serious violence, war, hardship or pain (excepting a couple of visits to the dentist some years back). I have always had adequate food, clothing and shelter, although at times in my life I have been relatively poor.

I was raised by people who cared about me and who at the very least gave me some good values and set a good example. They shielded and protected me from some things, for my own good, but otherwise gave me a good start and all of the tools I needed to make my own way in life. Whatever I chose to do, they said ‘Go fot it!’.

I had access to a moderately good education. I was taught to read and write and develop other basic skills, and I was given the opportunity to learn about the people and the world around me, with (more or less) freedom of thought and freedom of access to information. My education wasn’t perfect, some of my teachers shouldn’t have been allowed anywhere near a developing mind. But I know I was luckier than many.

Even if this were all I have, this would be heaven. But I have so much more.

I happened to be born into what is by most standards a peaceful, law-abiding country where human rights are still considered important and where, if I do anything wrong, there will be a due process of law and my rights will be respected. Since I am a white European male, six feet tall and basically ‘normal’ and healthy with all my faculties intact, I suffer less prejudice than just about any other social or ethnic group I can think of. (I’m shamed by some of the prejudice that others within my own group have dished out to other groups, both in the past and in the present.)

I have always managed to find employment, though it hasn’t always been fun or fair. I’ve never had any serious cause for complaint beyond the boredom of the work, time wasted in meetings and the raw experience of commuting. A lot of people would love to have those problems for a day.

These days I work for myself from home, and how I spend my time is pretty much up to me. No clock, no boss, no pressure, no stress. Getting to this position was very hard. Being here is easy.

Everything I want, I can afford, and that includes being able to afford to help other people less fortunate than myself. I have many good friends, most of whom are very talented in one way or another, and they share their talents and brilliance with me often. There is plenty of love and laughter in my life, from good people and good sources.

Modern technology, from my car to my computer, from my washing machine to my cell phone, makes life much easier and better than it would have been even 50 or 100 years ago. This wonderful invention called the internet gives me access to information, entertainment, people and help on a scale that no previous generation could have known or dreamed of.

When I go to my local supermarket, there are literally thousands of different products on offer, catering for every taste and preference. Each has had to be individually prepared, processed, packaged, sourced, delivered and stacked on the shelves. There are people who work hard behind the scenes to make sure that all of this food complies to certain standards and that it’s all safe for me to eat or drink. I can only begin to comprehend all the work, activity and social organisation that is needed for all of this to happen, and yet most of the time we take it for granted. Looking over the supermarket shelves, it’s astonishing and disgusting that there are still so many people who face starvation, every day.

I can fly to other places inexpensively, and can organise a whole trip in one evening with just a credit card and the internet (although some airline websites do their best to make this difficult!). I marvel at all of the social infrastructure and technology that has to be in place to make this possible. Powered flight is a miracle in itself. It took us thousands of years to learn how to fly. Yet we went from the Wright Brothers at Kittyhawk to Neil Armstrong walking on the Sea of Tranquility in less than 66 years! We are an amazing species.

I have been around the world more than once, visited incredible places, seen many wonders and beautiful scenes, and witnessed Nature at her most impressives and, at times, frightening. I have seen Mars at sunrise over the crest of Ayer’s Rock. I have seen the Kilauea Caldera, the Grand Canyon and Batu Caves. I have seen what this world looks like from the very top of the Petronas Twin Towers, and from Stone Henge at dawn. More than this, I have met a great number of amazing and impressive people, from all cultures and walks of life, who have offered me their warmth, help, friendshp and kindness.

I slept in a warm, safe, comfortable bed last night. There are millions who can’t say the same. I woke up this morning. I could take a shower, choose what to have for breakfast, listen to some music, check my mails, get on with some work (eventually).

My partner is great… she knows I’m a million miles from perfect, but she loves me anyway, and some times we think the whole world was created just for our personal enjoyment and amusement. Sometimes we laugh so much at things that happen that we can’t even breathe, let alone speak. She’s funny, intelligent, talented and beautiful. It’s not a bad combination.

Every now and again, I’m in a position to help others, to give some money or to help with some know-how or experience, or spread a little cheer. There are a small number of people dotted around the world who say I changed their life for the better. Nice to know. There are many more who changed my life for the better, and who therefore have my lasting gratitude. Some helped me to free my mind from the sticky myths and nonsenses that stifled my earlier years, and to open my eyes to the real miracles that surround us every day.

Heaven? Sure it exists. I’m in it. Every day.

Aren’t you?

Ditto. ( I started to follow the rule about composing my own post, but Czarcasm said it so much better (& less judgementally) than I did).

Preach it! Life is good.

I’m an athiest, no belief in the afterlife.

If I could imagine what heaven would be like, if there were one, I’d have a huge piece of mostly wild land all to myself, and spend a lot of time on it with a horse and a hawk and a dog. All my family and friends and my partner would be there with their own personal perfect experiences.

All I want is a stress-free existence with the time to do the things I love to do, and all the people I love around me. And a lot of nubile young virgins at my beck and call.

When I believed in an afterlife, I couldn’t really picture the classic “kingdom in the clouds”, or even a personalized paradise that was really just a recreation of a pleasant earthly location.

I thought heaven was an experience where the sense of time, space, even self become much fuzzier as one becomes closer to God. Becomes God, in a sense. It’s not really anything conceivable by mortal minds, since it’s so entirely outside our experiences.

When I used to believe in heaven my view of it (from the POV of a boy living in a secular society) was a bit like greece but with clouds for floor and God is dressed like a greek god, with a toga and a beard and he’s about 40 foot tall.

In other words Heaven exactly as seen in the Simpsons. As a kid I wondered why anyone could possibly want to go there, it’d be boring!

I was raised Catholic but my parents never talked about religion at home (we just went to church every Sunday).

When I was young, I believed Heaven to be a place that included every kind of terrain imaginable, so that I could live in a misty forest for a while, and then when I wanted some change, I could go live by the seashore, until I wanted to live in the desert, and so forth. My preference was for the forest terrain, and I imagined living there in a tiny storybook cottage and having a lot of fun bustling around, cooking on a spit over the open fireplace, sweeping, tending a garden, etc. (Now I am incredulous that my vision of heaven involved doing chores, of all things, as I’ve always been a messy person, then and now.) God lived in a central location, like a palace with a big courtyard, and then the rest of heaven was made of these various terrains. If you wanted to know something (anything you could think of, any question you could have), you would travel to God’s palace and ask him your question, then leave for home, satisfied.

The strange thing is that my childhood vision of heaven was completely empty of people, save for me and God (who was invisible). I think I imagined angels dropping by to visit once in a while, but I never had any vision of seeing friends and relatives or famous people or even Jesus and the saints. Just me, living in a cottage, doing chores and occasionally asking God some questions. Huh.

Oh, and I could fly.

ETA: I remember learning in CCD class that somewhere in the Bible it says that in Heaven there is no night, and that really freaked me out. In my heaven there was certainly a day and a night.

I’m seeing a lot of off-topic posts here, folks. I believe the question is, if you believe in an afterlife what do you think a day in Heaven would be like? “Heaven here and now on Earth” type answers are not what is being sought.

Okay …

Before this train gets too far down this side track, let me explain a bit.

Back in the forever ago, when I was a little smart-assed 12 year old kid (as opposed to now when I am, as my wife calls me, a full fledged journeyman asshole) I asked this question of a sunday school teacher. She was completely flummoxed. She had no idea how to answer the question. She had never even given it a thought. And she was supposed to be teaching this stuff. She defaulted into (doing the same thing many of you are doing here) describing what heaven is like.

I stopped her and pursued: “Wait. You’re describing heaven in physical terms. That’s not what I want to know. Look, you’re telling me that I should be good and not swear or sin and stuff so I can go to heaven. What is a day in heaven like - not ‘what is heaven physically like’ - what will I be doing there? Playing chess with Jesus or sitting around playing a harp or what? In other words, why would I want to go there?”* (I was asked to leave … in no uncertain terms … and not very nicely.)

I’ve been posing that question to “people of faith” ever since. Most have no idea. Some have some idea. Some have an agenda all worked out. Some of it … well, I’ll get into that later.

Not really looking for what you think heaven is, as much as what you believe you’re going to spend eternity doing there.

I promise I will not make fun of your beliefs. I’ve asked everyone else to be respectful as well.

For those of you who are atheist, or of a less than completely religious type: if it turns out that you’re not entirely correct and there is an ‘afterlife’, describe what you’d prefer it to be like.

My view is something that I will share later, it is my promise that I’ll play fair.

Thanks again.

Lucy

*[Not an exact quote. Paraphrased for this thread and updated for clarity. Memory not quite good enough to allow for an exact quote. Besides, my sister was too busy trying not to roll on the floor busting a gut to take notes …]

Thank you Czarcasm, kinda what I’m trying to say here.

Update of answer.
If there was an afterlife, I’d like to be fair to middlin’ healthwise, and I’d like to find out new things every day.
Every day-something new.

Don’t have any real basis for this other than hopes, but a typical day in my ideal afterlife:

  • Slept in late. I know I don’t need sleep anymore, but what the heck, it’s still oddly fun.

  • 9:30 am. VJ and I jetted over to a planet he heard of in the Andromeda galaxy to people-watch. I realize you might not call them people when you first look at them, but after you get used to the slightly gooey carapaces and five tentacular treads instead of legs, they’re just like the folks you’d meet in anytown, Earth. It’s a nice place to visit at the moment, no huge wars or diseases, though they still have their share of problems. I know that VJ keeps saying it’s a waste of effort, but I tried to do the unseen angel routine and help ‘vibe’ a few of them into show kindness to someone who was having a really bad day. Finally a good samaritan did show up - not sure if I had anything to do with his decision to help or not, but it’s nice to try.

  • 11:45 am. Looked up Madeleine L’engle. Took a little while to convince her to give me anymore than an insubstantial autograph - really nice lady, but dealing with an eternity of fans isn’t her idea of heaven, I’m sure. But I was able to tell her some of what I liked so much about her books, and asked her what she thought about how this matched up with her expectations.

  • 1:00 pm. Created a virtual universe to go sci-fi roleplaying in all afternoon, and the session went late because everybody was having so much fun. Saved that one in a pocket dimension to resume play in later.

  • 8:30 pm. Just kinduv cruised between the quasars with the girl of my dreams.
    Does that give you a general idea?

A typical day in heaven, like a typical day in hell, occurs right here where other typical days take place, and are lived by our ordinary mortal selves.
a) In your own everyday life, the fashion in which you live it determines in part whether the life you experience is heavenly or hellish.

Obviously the behavior of other people (and institutions composed of the interactions of other people in the aggregate) also play a large role in determining the hellishness or heavenliness of the life you experience.

Meanwhile, although your first inclination may be to think of “yourself” strictly in individual terms (which implies an explicitly finite lifetime), a core part of my religious beliefs concerns identity and the comprehension thereof; without writing a tome about it, let it suffice to say that it’s akin to reincarnation except that instead of being reincarnated as one explicit future self you will be reincarnated simultaneously and in perpetuity as all other people at all other times. Or, to word it differently, you will be reincarnated into the future that your current life’s actions help create.

Therefore

b) The fashion in which we collectively life our lives as separate individuals ultimately determines whether all of our lives as individuals is hellish or heavenly.

Or, to word it yet differently again, no you don’t get to “go to” heaven leaving behind the unworthy sinners to perish amidst flames. You all get to go back and do it again and again and again until you do it right. And then you reap the benefits of finally doing it right and will have no particular wish or interest in “going to” heaven.

To be sure, stubbing your toe or scalding your forearm in boiling water is still going to hurt like freaking hell, but that will be of minor consequence. The hellish pain and misery of people consists in its important aspect of the social stuff. So does the heaven.
Oh, ETA: Theist, roll-yer-own unaffiliated, kinda pantheistic-flavored

OK, having now read the thread I’m not sure I properly answered the question either. OK, typical day…

a) Wake up, say hi to my housemates, put on coffee, start cooking breakfast for everyone (let’s say it’s my turn). Pet the kitty cat and feed it. Put on some music. Eat.

b) Refill coffee cup and go into computer room. I have several screens. Answer questions from other people I am able to answer & otherwise assist people as I am able, ask my own questions and fool around some more with the new programming language I’m learing with the help of others.

c) Put on grubby clothes, bicycle down to end of block, hop on garbage truck to do my stint at tossing the garbage bags on from the 0700 block to the 1840 block. Weather is nice, I walk back.

d) I’m prone after smoking some nice herb, getting an intensive back massage while musicians and dancers perform at the massage & baths

e) Government stuff. No details here but it’s the most democratic & egalitarian of decision-making processes possible and therefore I am a participant with both authority and responsibilities. Read materials, engage in debates, work towards consensus, make new proposals, work toward solutions, do lots of data-entry chores and other bookkeeping and charting that helps out.

f) Supper is a big barbecue and fish fry today, lots of folks from the neighborhood are cooking, home brewed beers in kegs. I play the piano for awhile, some folks do like my stylings.
MORE LATER — I, in real life, have to go

I imagine it’ll be a combination of basking in the Presence of God/Jesus, exploring the Universe, learning about everything, doing whatever productive activities are most in tune with one’s nature, learning how to do new things, and helping whatever other life-forms are being created. How that breaks down in a day-to-day schedule, I don’t know.

I also imagine there will some type of mating & child-rearing, but not necessarily connected to one’s earthly marital status.

Czarcasm, I’m hip. Mmmmm, Learning good.
(Trust me, You’ll understand this remark better later.)

Cool. Just the kinda thing I’m talkin’ 'bout!

AHunter3, am I reading that right? Kind of an eternal version of the movie Groundhog Day? :confused:

On Preview: You’re second post makes much more sense. :smiley:

Lucy

Oddly enough my view of Heaven is informed less by anything I’ve read in the Bible, or been taught as Catholic doctrine. It’s really based on two ideas from works of fiction that I first read years ago. One is the simple orgiastic opportunity to finally know and understand Creation. I’ve got so many questions that I would like answered that could only be answered that way. Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle wrote a version of The Inferno, where their “Dante” is an SF author who starts out in the Vestibule of Hell. While he’s there he finds the City of the Virtuous Pagans, and they’ve got a device that allowed him to study the whole universe. I’m going to be spending an eon or two in that thing, then move on to the library. (Because Heaven must have a library. It’s a logical necessity.)

The other thing is that there has to be some kind of task. This is something that I first read in G. B. Shaw’s Man and Superman, and it still seems important to me. Something useful that I can do. Especially if I’ve now got an eternity to do things in.
Alas, when I start thinking about the concept of eternity, I realize just futile such imaginings are, and I want to curl back up in a ball. And I don’t play the game any further. (Yes, I get near panic attacks when I think about things like eternity, infinity, or the like.)

Missed the edit window: I just realized that this last paragraph might suggest that I’m an atheist, and that I don’t believe in an afterlife. I’m not, I’m an agnostic at this point, and I’d still like to believe in an afterlife. But I cannot imagine an eternal afterlife that I might go to which would not involve a great deal of personality editing to make it possible for me to deal with it. My consciousness is too firmly tied to the passage of time for me to be able to believe that could exist, unchanged, in an eternal environment.

I don’t believe in any form of afterlife/reincarnation/anything beyond the moment of death.
I’m an atheist, but was raised in a Jewish household.

Having missed the edit window as I reread the thread:

If there were a heaven, it would be a place/thing where knowledge is easier to obtain. It wouldn’t happen automatically - there’d be no fun in that - but all those things that escaped your grasp would finally be within reach. Both the big metaphysical questions (what is good? What is knowledge? etc) and the less lofty ones (I never was very good at calculus. I want to learn to speak, I dunno, Japanese. Whatever) would be answerable with enough effort.

I suppose that if I were to believe in any form of heaven it would have to be a vaguely physical place. I guess your mental image of self would somehow make itself some sort of physical presence, which would mean you’d be however you thought you should be, rather than how you really physically are/were.