I saw this angel of light in my mind. It lit up my space and my home. It is the Archangel Michael. Angels are blind to me. Their eyes are blinding light. They radiate God’s blinding light. They have no need to see. They feel good and evil as an undercurrent and they deal with it accordingly, according to God’s wishes. But blind angels, you do see me so clearly.
I believe if there is a heaven, it is vast. One aspect of heaven would look like this to me, just sitting quietly with a close friend, discussing or contemplating a book.
The goth is a sort of guardian of heaven, we all imagine what we relate to. A guardian would probably be sent to me, in the form of someone i could relate to. He would be it, the man in the drawing.
This drawing also symbolises what it means to be alone. I am alone, and I feel I will always be alone.
the purple pink background was carefully chosen. I searched long and hard for just the right colour pastel to represent the background. the colour had to be matching to what I saw when I had schizophrenia. It had to be exact. Down to the pink swirls mixed it.
I love this drawing, it brings me peace. I hope it brings you peace.
I also had a vision during schizophrenia while The Cure was playing. I looked at the white wall in front of me, and saw the gates of heaven open. I touched the wall, but I couldn’t reach the gates.
This is the gates of heaven guarded by goths. One of the goths is burning incense waiting patiently, a guardian who reminds of Sandman leans on the gates, and someone prepares to enter the gates of heaven.
While the gates of heaven are open to all, this is just my interpretation of what it feels like if maybe a goth went to heaven.