My Heavenly Home, or First Vision Day

by Nicole Marie Hilton, April 8th, 2020 and September 11th, 2022

I’ve been wondering about this vision, which I had a long time ago…

“I need to share…a week and a half ago, while I was visiting my boyfriend in Virginia, I woke up at 4 am. As I was drifting in and out of consciousness, I had the feeling of going through several “doorways”…as shifting images swirled around me, they eventually came together and I was thrown headlong down an enormous slide into an exquisite bathhouse, where fish and dolphins swirled around me. I looked around and found I was in an enormous palace, and I was sopping wet! It felt so physical and real, as if my body was actually there… Then, I looked up to my right and I saw the most glorious Heavenly Being sitting on a throne. I ran up to Him and rested my hand on His knee, as He said with a laugh, “Welcome home, dear daughter!” It was Heavenly Father! The feelings of peace and joy I felt for the few hours I got to explore that heavenly palace and interact with my Father are beyond what I can express. I know that–regardless of what religion, status, or level of “righteousness” you are, you have a home up there in Heaven, and a merciful, all-powerful Heavenly Being, a God, as your Father. He loves you and He wants all His children to return home to Him! I hope as we fast united this Friday, we all will be able to feel His love and assurances touch our hearts.”

…when…I looked back through my journal entries and saw, and then added to, the following:

First Vision Day

By Nicole Marie Hilton, Friday March 27th, 2020

It’s curious that on March 26th—which is the day the Father and the Son appeared to Joseph Smith in the Sacred Grove 200 years ago—I had my own experience of meeting the Father.

I had gone to bed quite late. JJ tucked me in and then left to sleep on the couch (I was staying at “our” place during the coronavirus epidemic, and we were quite happy for the time being), and I went to sleep without medication. (My “core personality” was fronting, and felt so relaxed and peaceful at our home we’d made together, that I had weaned off of my sleeping meds.)

I woke up on the morning of the 26th for the second day in a row around 4 am. This was becoming a habit! I knew 3-5 in the morning are the hours of the day where the veil is the thinnest—so I thought, am I going through a spiritual awakening or something?

I was so tired that I decided to take an Ambien (a drug I DO NOT recommend) and get back to sleep. But, as I was laying there, I felt the other dimensions around me and the bed was “breathing” underneath me.

As the Ambien started to take effect, I realized that I wasn’t falling asleep immediately. When this happens, and I’m awake while on Ambien, it always enhances my ability to feel other dimensions even more.

So, just laying there, quite by mistake, I went into a trance-like state and fell down through into a lucid dream. While in this lucid dream-like state, I found myself in a car full of young men all joking and laughing. We seemed to be going on a road trip. I was in the spacious backseat, between two of these young men. I was completely conscious and aware.

Somehow, I knew what I should do. I closed my eyes and, inception-like, I fell even deeper down into blackness. I started following my imagination. Shifting images that were fuzzy appeared in my line of sight. I followed them until, somehow, I entered a scene that was very real, indeed.

In another dimension, I found myself sliding, buck naked, down a gigantic pink marble waterslide into a huge pool of water.

Aaaaaaaaaagh!”

I splashed into the pool, but then I came up laughing. I hadn’t felt this joyous and free in a long time! Then, I saw marble columns rising above me, and a huge hall, which had been made into a large and exquisite bathhouse.

But no earthy bathhouse could be made to look like this. There were dolphins swimming in the pools of water, and a school of fish swirling in a beautiful vortex of water through the air.

At that moment I thought, “I want to swim through that school of fish,” and then, I was immediately taken there. I swam through the fish and they weren’t scared of me—somehow I even knew they were happy to see me!

While I swam through them, I looked at my cloud of hair swirling about my face, and then down at my body. It was absolutely perfect. I couldn’t believe it.

I laughed, and then I heard another voice laughing—one that was deep, rich, and warm. I looked up and saw a throne up on the other side of the slides. Immediately, I was standing there before it, dry and wearing a beautiful white dress.

There was a glorious man on the throne wearing a white robe, and who had white lustrous hair and a beard. His blue eyes were twinkling at me.

“Welcome home, Daughter!”

The next scenes were a blur—probably because they were so sacred. But I know I greeted Heavenly Father, and I actually rested my hand on His knee. He was so happy to see me. I was so aware of the experience that I thought, I am actually doing this! I am remembering this!

I was given to know that I was in a palace of my own creation, and it was a popular spot for other children of God to come visit.

I was so ecstatic, I zoomed through the palace. I was truly…well…like a dog with a squirrel.

“Oh, what’s that!”

“I wanna see that!”

“Ooh, what’s down there!”

My thoughts were racing a million miles a minute, getting reacquainted with the palace I had created. Everything felt like déjà vu. Right when I saw my creations, they seemed familiar and bright—like they had been waiting for me all this time. No dust here. And no maids, either.

And the best part? Everywhere I went, any outfit I wanted to wear came upon me.

A sapphire blue gown with diamonds sewn into the bodice!

A soft yellow goddess gown with birds embroidered on the hem!

A white gown with a cape made of floating pink rose petals!

I had an intimate knowledge of every single fashion I had seen on earth, and my own creative force put hundreds of beautiful gowns on my body during my visit.

I was aware that the Father could see me exploring the premises, no matter where he was sitting. He was with me, delighting with me.

I seemed to have liked marble columns and levels at least six stories high, with lots of stained glass ceilings and sunlight filtering in through tall windows. And every inch of the place was covered in symbolism.

One of the first things I explored was a cavernous hall which had the entrances to rides every ten feet or so.

Every time I asked a question, the answers were given to me. I wondered about the rides—which each had a “theme” and which disappeared either down into the depths of the earth or out to the grounds outside.

Pure knowledge entered my mind—the rides were for other people’s entertainment, and each was about something I had mastered or an experience I had been through.

I was so excited, I could hardly stay put or even talk to the hundreds upon hundreds of people in this hall who turned, or kept on appearing because I was there, or who tried to greet me. Everyone was laughing, with shining eyes and a warmth, which said welcome home, we love you and your creativity.

I was given the knowledge that, in heaven, I was known as someone who had a great imagination and who was highly inventive, all while being artistic and meaningful with my beautiful creations. 

I raced to another part of the gigantic palace. It was a sort of library, but not any kind of library I’ve seen on earth. The library was about six stories high—all the way to the ceiling, and had rows upon rows of sculptures on all the levels.

As I examined the sculptures, I realized that each “set” was of a family eating around a dinner table. As you looked at the black obsidian sculpture, you were given knowledge about what culture the family was, what they were eating, and what they were talking about. It was like a thousand little snap shots of families eating their food at home.

I giggled at this and realized I must have been obsessed with food for far longer than this earth life!

I then zoomed to another area, which was up by the ceiling in another part of the palace. Everything here was Japanese-style.

I looked down and saw a beautiful green kimono come upon my body. I walked out onto the roof, where there were terraced gardens.

While leaning over a bonsai tree, I was suddenly aware of some evil spirits racing towards the palace. I stood up and turned around.

I saw the spirits break through a sort of force field, which was around my estate, and immediately large angels in white appeared, with swords which glinted like fire.

They tried to keep the evil spirits at bay. I realized that the evil spirits were there for me.

I stood there calm as anything, watching the battle progress. I thought, “I wonder if I could help out?”

As soon as I wondered that, I became aware of a power inside of me. I started to wield this power, and all of time and space became subject to me. I “paused” the scene, and raced around the battle, hitting each evil spirit where I knew it would hurt.

They couldn’t die, but they could be hurt enough to where they didn’t ever want to come back again.

I went back to where I was standing before, and time “started” again. The righteous angels were all halfway through a jab or a thrust with their swords, but it wasn’t needed anymore. The evil spirits turned and flew up, back the way they came—crying!

The angels turned toward me and I smiled.

“It’s about time!” a blonde angel said.

They all chortled and I laughed as well.

I decided to sing them a song in gratitude. I started singing, and my voice was clear as crystal. The notes flew through the ether, bathing everything in light and sound.

Here, I “woke up” a level above me, in the car. I opened my eyes to see all the young men around me staring at me, their mouths agape.

I said, “What?”

“You were sleeping.”

“And singing! Wow, I’ve never heard a voice like that!”

I smiled, but then desired to go back to my palace. I closed my eyes, and dived back down…

Here, I was in a part of the palace that wasn’t finished. There was still room to grow and create and have fun!

I did an inventory of the entire palace in my mind, and I realized there wasn’t anything dedicated to, funnily enough, the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show outfits.

I closed my eyes, and envisioned exactly what I wanted in this part of my palace. Then, I opened them. There were double doors right in front of me, and I knew there would be pink marble columns, a catwalk surrounded by mirrors, and every amazing outfit from all the fashion shows displayed in neat rows on the other side.

Excited, I sent out an “invitation”—sort of like a “mind-wave”—into the universe. Anyone want to try on all these outfits with me?

Instantly, one of my best friends in the entire universe popped up beside me. We greeted each other ecstatically, and then walked through the double doors and had the time of our lives!

I must have tried on at least 200 outfits, we had music going, and a camera hovered in the air, taking snapshots of our poses. I thought, I wish my husband was here to see this!

Somehow, there, I was already married. I wonder now, was it to JJ?

I don’t have memories of the other rooms I explored. But what I do remember is that there was a feeling of love and absolute acceptance of who I am. This permeated heaven.

Later in the morning, I shifted through the layers of reality, left my palace, and went back into the car with the young men. Then I left that dream, and woke up in bed.

Notes from talking about this with A, a woman-who-is-a-friend:

  • Him having a throne in my house means that it is a temple of heaven
  • Can represent a house of my ancestors
  • What do we do in the temple? Redeem our dead.
  • House represents my spiritual attainment, my growth, but also my family house
  • Devils could be ancestors who don’t want changes.
  • Ask: what else I need to know
  • Questions and Answers from September 11, 2022: Just who was the best friend who showed up with me and tried on all those outfits with me? It was your best friend of friends, K, who has been through many different lifetimes with you.
  • Does everyone have this large of a palace in Heaven? If they wish or desire it, but many of the people in Heaven don’t want this level of creation, because of what it entails
  • Does everyone who is LDS have this level of palace in Heaven? Heavens, no!!! In fact, you’d be surprised how few LDS people actually want this level of creation
  • Who the crap is my future husband, who created all this with me? I cannot answer that at this time. Not because you aren’t prepared for the answer, but because you will, undoubtedly, be sharing this online.
  • You’ve got that damn right.
  • You swore…
  • HA!!! “I love our little intrigues together…”
  • So do I, my dear, so do I.
  • May every person who is reading this have this level of correspondence with you?
  • Yes, but it’s not up to you. It’s up to them.
  • I hope they choose to. I do hope so. Because nothing has been more joyous to my soul.

Published by Nicole Marie Hilton

Hi, I'm Nicole. I suffer from amnesia and multiple personalities caused by childhood trauma and a gauntlet of spiritual Satanic abuse. Professionals refer to this as Dissociative Identity Disorder and Satanic Ritual Abuse (DID/SRA). The wounds and evil programming from DID/SRA create a continuing cycle of spiritual, emotional, mental, and social destruction for the victim and their loved ones. Most professional therapists misdiagnose or misunderstand it and do more harm than good. Healing requires plunging the very depths of Christ's atonement for the victims and their loved ones. The process exposes Satan's methods and Christ's power, and this knowledge is essential to anyone seeking to ascend above this mortality. This is the story of my wounding and my ongoing healing with my Savior Jesus Christ.

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