Carmen Paul - Horse´s Hoof and Heaven

Carmen Paul

Horse´s Hoof and Heaven

My journey back to life after a tragic accident

Translated from German by David Ogilvie-Thomson

German Original: "Pferdefuß und Himmelsglück"

(by KIE-Media, 2019)

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What a life story! I had the privilege of meeting Carmen Paul in person, and was permitted to interview her telling us about her “life after death” experience for our TV Station ”Wunderheute.tv”. Tens of thousands felt moved to offer their comments after watching this interview (to date it numbers 101,000 individuals). One of those calling in commented “Lord, you are even better than the most sublime words can describe. I love you”.

Another lady wrote: “Many, many thanks Carmen, you have really made me long for Heaven. However, it is important to remember that we have our work here on this earth to do first, however much we desire to be living up there”. In my opinion this sums up the highly impressive “life after death” experience Carmen had the privilege of going through: life after death with its incredible love and beauty is all very well, but we must not forget about the ‘here and now’, where we can likewise experience God’s beauty through his creation as well as His individual love which the Lord showers upon us.

From this book we really sense the experience Carmen had with our maker as a very personal one. However, there is a clear message which comes through for all of us: The Lord takes the decision very seriously that we make, be it for or against him. Furthermore, we must come to a positive decision for the Lord here in this life, and not once we die; for then it will be too late.

I am indebted to the Lord that he granted Carmen a new lease of life and that she was sent back to us here on earth with this very special missionary task to accomplish. Jesus said once to his disciples: “In my father’s house there are many rooms; if there were not so, I would have told you; I am going there to prepare a place for you”.

Carmen also confirms what the Bible tells us: the best is yet to come, once we have decided for Jesus Christ; then he promises eternal life with him in Heaven. I want to be part of that, and I pray that you will likewise desire to be so too. May this book speed your decision for Jesus.

Carmen’s life after death experience demonstrates to us that everything can change in life within a split second. Do not hesitate any longer, in arriving at a clear decision for Jesus, accepting him in your hearts as being your saviour if you have not already done so.

May 2018, Weinfelden (Switzerland)

Andreas Lange

Presenter and Producer for www.wunderheute.tv

Head of the Christian Press Agency Medialog

I was afraid of him

I was four, may be five years old. As was often the case I was at my grandmother’s house, playing outside. Opposite her house stood a wooden barracks; there was one of them at least in every village, and it was named the BHG (Bäuerliche Handelsgenossenschaft).

I wasn’t remotely interested in what went on inside that building; however I knew that a man sat behind the first window, whom I had great respect – to be more exact, I was afraid of him if I was to be really honest with myself. He was tall, had a loud voice, and never smiled. Nevertheless, I was drawn to this window like a magnet.

Not only his window but all the other windows in this building had a fascination all to themselves. They were attractive in that they reflected the blue sky and the white clouds on the outside. It was impossible to tear myself away from them. No, on the other hand, I mused, there was the badminton racket, and there were all these pebbles lying around …

Not a moment to lose – I tried to hit the windows again and again with the pebbles. However, practice makes perfect, and suddenly there was a resounding crash! I feared the worst, and crouched on the ground, drawing patterns of flowers with the handle of my racket, trying to give the impression of having not noticed at all what had just happened.

The door burst open, and a man charged out of it, exactly the one I was most afraid of. By now I realized that my impression of him was accurate. He was roaring away wildly outside. It was so funny that I had to suppress my laughter when I saw him stonking around like a half-mad man; he would have done Rumpelstiltken proud!

Then he charged up to me: “Was that you? Have you broken that window pane?” My response came like a bullet out of a gun: “No”. He looked at me completely nonplussed, simply not knowing what to say. I stood up and looked hard at him. It was not easy for me to retain this posture, especially now I realised that I had told him a blatant lie, but there was no going back.

He began addressing me, making it plain to all and sundry that I must have been the culprit; there had been no one else around at all. Again and again I told him that it wasn’t me who’d done it, I was emboldened by my own feelings of one-upmanship, but at the same time I felt guilt, knowing that I’d told a lie.

Eventually he gave up. He probably didn’t believe a word of what I had said but was unable to prove I was the one. In any case he left me alone, and went back to my grandmother’s house, in order to tell her what had happened – so much for the man I was afraid of!

Years later he never managed to put this whole incident behind him; even once I was an adult, he was convinced that I was the culprit. This incident might well have happened to me yesterday, although it is now over fifty years ago.

“Do it”

My mother had a strange, hurtful way of going about things. One day, I was about ten or eleven at the time, things came to a head.

Up to now my mother had blackmailed me regularly in the same manner. Every time I was to ‘do things her way’; although I was loathed to, she issued me with the same old tantrum every time: “I’ll kill myself, I’ll hang myself, no-one listens to me, no-one loves me …..”.

There came a point in time when I really couldn’t take it anymore. I was being subjected to such emotional blackmail that no-one could have stood up to on an ongoing basis. One day I was being issued with the same old speech yet again. Without even thinking about it at all, I stood up, fetched a footstool and a washing line, laid them both at her feet, and told her “well then get on with it”.

This scene haunted me for years to come, and even now I look back to this situation, seeing the footstool right by me, the one my uncle had cobbled together himself, painted light blue, with a dark blue hue at the sides. In the middle he’d painted some sort of funny scene between husband and wife; I probably hadn’t ever understood what this scene was about, and thus only had vague memories of it.

It was a long time before I really grasped why my mother and I had such a dysfunctional relationship; it was only years after my accident that the Lord enabled me to put things right with her, and from my point of view at the very least, to bring things back to normal.

I wondered over and over again just why I’d bent over backwards to fulfil her every request (although it’s true that I’d learnt over a period of time to bridle my own rebelliousness nature); then the Lord gave me a dream during my time in Schmalkalden. The following morning, I could remember every detail that I’d seen, and there was a great deal to ponder over. So I phoned up Friede-Renate, who I’d got to know in the meantime – and asked whether I could pop round, so that we could both listen to what the Lord was trying to say through this dream.