A Remarkable Vision of the Kingdom Saint John
Saw Descending from Heaven
Or, Life on Earth in the Year 2350
By John Schmidt
Here is Chapter 2 from I Saw Saint John’s Kingdom. Receiving this vision was one of the most remarkable experiences of my life, and it changed my life. From that time forward I was filled with optimism about our future, with sure knowledge that an astounding Kingdom is ours to build and live in if we will only accept the plan God has for us!
From the front matter: "My desire is to simultaneously take you forward a few hundred years and back in time so you can see what Saint John saw. Time is not as fixed as we sometimes think, certainly not to God, Who knows the end at the beginning, as it says in Isaiah."
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The Kingdom Vision
I take you back a few years to one of the most wonderful times of my life. This is how I recorded the vision I experienced.
Upon awakening one morning I decided to pray while still in bed. I let my mind float. At first, I was led into a personal concern about my need for more money. Also, that I should spend more time writing and worry less about finances. I agreed I would do that, if it were God’s will. I imagined a large block of money outdoors in the shape of a dollar bill. I set fire to it and to myself, fire being purifying. I took a quick shower, fully clothed, to extinguish the fire. I wiped my face clear of the water. Finding two or three unburned bills, I tossed them away, then went to one side of the burnt pile, fell to my knees, and cried at my loss.
A woman and a child walked up to me, she holding the child’s left hand. She was also holding a baby wrapped in a white blanket, which she handed to me. It was a dog. “This symbolizes a deceit in me,” I thought. I gave it back to her. I looked at the boy at her side; much wisdom was in his eyes. I could see his future and it was bright. Light was around her face. They went away, the boy looking back, hand in hand with his mother. I waved.
An angel came to me, and he was light. He pointed to a staircase of about twelve steps, ahead and past the charred money. He went up with me. I saw a horrible part of a vision I had seen weeks before and could not look. He touched me on the shoulder and said, “Look.” And I again saw a monster eating a man. And the monster gobbled up a whole family with both hands. I fell down, weeping. I recalled another scene in the vision, where millions of corpses were in a great pit. I screamed, begging God to use me in His service if I was to warn people about coming world trials. I wept long and hard.
Suddenly I was on the ground where I had been. The angel came before me with a large book that was light and gave it to me. I looked at the pages and they were light. In a moment he took it back. He pointed to a larger staircase. At the top, I opened a door and stepped through.
I was above a turbulent ocean at night. I stayed there for several moments. I faintly saw a vision of a giant tidal wave from the north, and people far off were screaming. In an instant, the ground below the ocean divided and the water sank. The fire within Earth burst forth, jumping far above my head, and I was in the flames. The flames went away. As morning came I found myself sitting on new land, on a small peak in the mud. And slowly more land emerged, and more still. I was on a mountain and could see the ocean a mile or two down the slope in a bay. Then there was no sea anywhere! Dead and dying fish were on the ground, some small and some large, but I could do nothing for them. Near me was a pond with little fish. A lake was below the mountain and I walked to it. I took a drink of water but it was salty and I spit it out. A helicopter flew by not too far away. I thought perhaps they had seen the land from a ship. And the land dried out in the sun before my eyes.
A spirit told me the whereabouts of a farmer. I went there and saw him cultivating his fields. He had a heavy beard and he shook my hand. When I asked him for water, he took me to his frame house. We ate by candlelight that evening — simple food: a fish, bread he baked a day or two before, and something that tasted like lemon. I slept on a bed he made for me in the front room and the next morning we parted friends, with a handshake.
A long time passed in an instant and I walked into a large city with great, round buildings. On a street, I asked a man the name of the city. He seemed puzzled that I didn’t already know it, but he told me. I asked someone else about getting some food, and I was directed into a small shop where I found vending machines. I looked into some of the many slots, where several delightful looking dishes invited me. Having no money, I asked a lady for money and she gave me a coin, which I placed into a slot. Taking out my choice, I sat at a desk and began to eat delicious food, though not vegetable or animal. It seemed to have enough vitamins for a horse. A young lady brought me a glass of liquid and told me I had left it in the machine. I thanked her. Everyone was friendly. A child played in one corner, her mother not far away. I saw no place to toss the trash, so I left it there. Somehow I knew that the desk would dispose of it after I left, as it contained its own trash collector.
Feeling refreshed, I saw a man land a flying machine on the street. I had noticed other travelers in the sky. I asked for a ride and he said yes. I got inside the craft, which was shaped like a big light bulb. We went straight up! We waited for a moment for another flying car to pass, and we were off. I saw the great city, its many round buildings — large ones in the center, many small and a few large ones stretching for miles in all directions. A large craft, like a bus, passed with many people inside. The city was exceedingly beautiful. I saw nothing resembling a church, for I sensed they did not need separate structures in order to worship because the whole scene was dedicated to love and the glory of God. I remembered what Saint John said in Revelation 21:22, “But I saw no temple in it, for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple.”
At the conclusion of the tour, my pilot landed beside one of the larger buildings downtown and invited me inside. He introduced me to a man named Oran, who would be our guide. We went up in an elevator; when the door opened I was amazed at what I saw: a huge room with several floors, like a building with one exterior side removed. Or like balconies in a giant opera house that extended out to the stage; in each space, where one might expect a chair, was a plastic bubble. Underneath many of the bubbles were human fetuses.
My companions explained that women no longer had to endure natural childbirth. The egg and sperm from a couple were placed in a bubble when they decided to have a baby and the bubble was turned on, with a sophisticated computer monitoring the bubble. Perhaps most amazingly, when the Spirit that wanted to be born to those parents entered the baby’s body months later, or in some way agreed to that body, a signal would be sent to humans working there that the baby was now spiritually alive. The parents would be called at the right time and the baby given to them with the precise time of birth. Of course, a woman could have a child the old, physical way if she wished.
Oran asked me to step into a room to the left. He asked me to press any of the buttons on a panel he pointed to. I did. On a monitor I saw a man in clothing worn thousands of years ago. I pressed more buttons and saw a lady speaking before an audience. So these were people in human history; I could see them clearly and easily.
He led me to another wall where a chart of human progress was displayed. He pointed to humanity’s current level of development. He gave me books, similar to tapes. If I learned everything in them I would greatly improve.
Oran asked my flying friend and me to walk to a man who operated the machines to the right of the elevator. Oran and I parted, shaking hands. I was very pleased to have met him.
This new presenter asked me to take off my shirt and run on a moving platform for a few minutes. That done and my shirt back on, I swallowed a pill and stood behind a screen. After a few minutes, we stood before a viewing screen above a panel of buttons. Pointing to a graphic display of my body, he touched one area of greatest concern. He said I had forty-seven years to live, conditions remaining the same. If I were to correct certain attitudes, my lifetime could be made longer. But if I was slow to change my attitudes, the condition continuing over the years, as a last resort he could prescribe some pills to take every three months. Physical checkups like the one I had taken were mandatory each year for every citizen. My medical friend was warm and encouraging. I left with a feeling that I would never want to live anywhere but in this city.
My flying companion asked if I would like to go to the moon. I said, “Yes, of course!” We got into his craft and were soon in outer space. I asked if we might pause and just look back at Earth. He commanded the machine to stop in space, then turned it to face the planet: beautiful, really beautiful.
The first people we saw on the moon were exiting from a special tourist bus. They were walking around on the moon’s surface in plastic bubbles, each person having a self‑contained mode of travel which fed him the oxygen he needed and the amount of gravity desired. A cushion of air allowed the bubble to safely skim along the surface. I found out later that a larger, practically invisible bubble had been created over the walkers as a safety device against meteors.
The main city on the moon was under a clear, giant dome. We flew down to the outside edge of the dome and into a garage, the door closing automatically behind us. My friend told me we couldn’t get out yet because the air had not changed. The whole city was well lighted; I was reminded of Revelation 22:5, “They need no lamp nor light of the sun, for the Lord God gives them light.”
Once inside the reception area I was introduced to a man and his lovely wife, who would put us up for the night. I told them I had better get back to my body so I could write all this down. I was brought back from the moon, to the round buildings downtown, to the eating-place, to the farmer, to the rising land, to the place above the ocean, to the place where I burned the money, to my body lying on the bed.
About two weeks later I was resting on my couch and received a neat feeling inside. I said yes, I would like to return to the moon and continue my visit. Once I found paper and pen, and settled back on the couch, I was instantly there.
The four of us left the reception area and floated along the inside of the dome without any visible means of support. After a few minutes we effortlessly floated down into the couple’s home, which was not as I had imagined it during my two-week pause, or could have even envisioned possible. Half was enclosed, like any multistoried home of that day. But half was a giant plant, its leaves set more or less parallel to the ground. Soon we were sitting on one of the wide leaves, talking, watching flying crafts move about the city. I asked if there was any danger of being hit. My male host picked up an orange from a bowl of fruit on the table and threw it. Bouncing off an invisible barrier, it fell down below. Although highly unlikely, he said, contact by a craft would cause the craft to bounce back the way it had come.
In my room that night I lay on a somewhat round bed that rolled out of a wall. I was fascinated by a large widow in the roof, where mirrors above it could be turned so that they were mostly invisible and I could see bright stars. Turned another way, they reflected the city’s air traffic, which never stopped and was not slowed down by an eclipse. Turned a third way, they followed Earth and I could see it above me. Their motion was determined by my thoughts. I could also fill the room with music composed from my thoughts.
The next morning I exchanged my clothes for a garment supplied by my hosts, a one-piece suit that cleaned itself. Tiny organisms lived in the suit, devouring unwanted organisms and dirt while not bothering me. I met the wife downstairs and we talked. Breakfast was delightful, finishing with a prune-like dessert that contained organisms that would clean my teeth, and aid my digestive system when swallowed with water. She had the most sensational, most spiritual vibration of anyone I have ever met, awake or dreaming.
Her husband came from work to show me a few of the city’s sights. He was part of the city government, a system so perfect that it always ran smoothly. Getting into his flying craft, we set out. He described the homes, how the conditions of people, operating systems, and appliances were checked periodically to make sure the people were happy and nothing could ever break down. The city was responsible for the maintenance of all homes, and anything that might break in a month or two was replaced long before.
We hovered over a large building, then slowly descended inside a shaft that on two sides displayed an animated history of evolution of life in this solar system. At the top were moon men, followed by sections that highlighted earlier human life. Then dinosaurs, plants without animals around, and land void of plant life. At the very bottom was a recreation of the birth of the solar system. Blackness was everywhere, then a flash of light from the right, a rest, followed by several flashes of light. The blackness was replaced in time by a mass of gas in a spiral. After awhile the gas became thin circles, and finally, several little balls moving around a central light. The program went on to describe mathematical formulas; lines were projected through the center from ball to ball. It was fascinating.
We left the shaft and parked the craft. After entering the building, we went through two rather large doors. What I saw before me was totally unexpected: a giant tree, like a pine, several stories high. Scientists were standing around, discussing their planned activities. My host explained that they were trying to help the plant evolve into the much more mobile body of a rat. Below the tree was a great deal of soil from Earth, in an inverted funnel shape. We all moved behind special protective glass frames and one of the scientists flashed the tree with different colored lights. These scientists were totally dedicated to peacefully expanding other life forms on Earth; they would never consider blowing atoms apart to find out what is inside. Especially when scientists had already learned the secrets of the universe’s creation and its inherent structure by looking mostly at the make-up of human beings and the solar system.
Our visit to the moon soon ended. With our hosts waving to us from behind the protective glass at the garage, my flying friend and I set off for Earth. In a short time we were flying over the North Pole; the geography had changed since 2000.
He asked me if I had decided to live in his home city.
I said, “Yes.”
We flew down to one of the gigantic circular buildings in the heart of the city and he introduced me to a lady at a desk in a corridor. He said she would get me set up. He and I parted with the promise to see each other later; I thanked him heartily.
She asked me some general information and explained the city’s purpose and its regulations. Basically, I would be living in a nation dedicated to human perfection at the expense of no other living thing. She said I would have the choice of three jobs; I must take one within three days, though I could change to one of many others after a brief training period. She talked to a computer and had everything set up in a minute. I was given a spending card and enough money to last four days, which would be paid back automatically at the end of the fourth day, my first day of work. Credit buying was impossible. Goods were intended to last a lifetime and food was so nourishing that eating once a day was more than enough. That I could confirm. She called for an escort who would show me my apartment and the three job opportunities. I thanked her.
A blonde female approached us and we were introduced. After entering her flying craft outside, we were soon at my new apartment. And what an apartment! It was big, with the finest furnishings I could imagine owning, or I should say, renting. She explained the house rules — mostly about not too much noise. We went back to the roof where she had parked. She seemed to be apologizing for the building’s old design: square. She said I could afford better later. I thought this was super.
She said she would pick me up each morning and take me to work. She took me to the first jobsite in the main educational center downtown, where I saw many concentric circles of desks with computers and students actively engaged at each desk. In the center was a large tree of computer tapes; the children worked their way up the tree. All was quiet except for the shuffling of feet and an occasional subdued comment from one child to another. There were thousands of instructional tapes, created by generations of parents who had relied on their own experiences, local educators, and other experts. Parents included only what they wanted their children to be exposed to, and they continually replaced outdated information. All of these information topics could have been simply placed on a graph or wallboard, and the children push the correct buttons on their consoles, but the tree, itself a symbol of growth, helped the children see their own progress as they took tapes from higher and higher levels. And it gave them a sense of independence to choose for themselves what they wanted to work at.
There was no rush for a student to be competent in everything. He could progress at his own pace in different areas of study, or even do individual research in an area after the basics of that field had been mastered. He might be doing original research in one field, be average in most, and be totally lacking in another, all at the same time. At graduation, though, a child knew all the basics in all the areas and was usually doing sensational work in one, two, or even three areas of special interest.
Several teacher‑advisors walked among the students, answering occasional questions or giving non-interfering encouragements. A dozen children at once might take tapes from the tree and return others. As I slowly passed through the room, the assistant explained to me that still another teacher‑advisor was needed for this shift.
I was truly amazed at the children’s progress. I saw a boy, about thirteen years old, playing a violin connected to a headset. Only he could fully hear the sounds the violin made as he watched the computer screen for the notes. After a moment, he stopped; the computer gave praise for all the right notes and an appropriate number of suggestions for improvement of his technique.
Directly behind him was a boy about six years old, solving two- and three‑move chess problems in two to four seconds. He slammed a large button in the desk when he had the answer. He made the first move of the solution by touching the screen and the piece to be moved, and then the square where he wanted the piece to go. The computer gave a “correct” or “incorrect” signal at the first move, followed by the whole solution in an easy‑to‑learn notation under the board on the screen. The boy was correct in five of the six problems I saw him attempt.
At one edge of the space, two little girls were on the floor playing jacks. One of them let out a yell of delight. The teacher-advisor closest to them reminded her of the rule of quiet. The girl put her hands over her mouth, embarrassed about the noise she made; she didn’t realize she had done that. Outside on the playground the children could run and play and yell if they wished to, but inside was different.
There were no organized sports of any kind or competition between individuals. Instead, each person was encouraged to compete with himself for growth. The results were often fantastic.
As I prepared to leave, I spotted a mentally deficient child playing with blocks on the floor. Such children were not separated from others. In fact, seeing such a child, about eight or ten years old and still playing with blocks, gives everyone a chance to practice compassion and patience with those unable to do what is normally expected.
But this was not all of school, my guide told me. The whole community was devoted to the instruction of young people. Children were encouraged to develop independent projects or ask for research trips — into every intellectual field or any business in the community. Many delightful and educational experiences awaited every schoolchild. After graduation, education did not even slow down for many citizens. All the city was really one great educational center, full of life and learning, and love for every student, child or adult. Changing jobs and working at many during a person’s adult life was not discouraged, was even encouraged. No one felt pressure about choosing one career for all of his adult life, for that would be counterproductive for maximum personal growth when people were living hundreds of years. Mastering fifty occupations was not impossible.
Second, she took me to an office above the school where a lady and I discussed the major political systems humanity has used in the past. She had all of human history on her computer, every political system ever invented, with graphs and life situations displayed. She said the current form of government was one of the three best. I could not disagree from what I had seen so far.
Third, my attractive escort and I went to a higher room in the same building. I saw a large crystal in a hole in the floor and a railing all around. A hole in the ceiling let in sunlight. The person in charge of this room was to monitor the wall of computers that lined the room, seeing to it that this part of the city had adequate power for its needs.
I went to the door of the room and smiled. A new day was dawning for me.
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Contents
1. Introduction to the Future 5
2. The Kingdom Vision 11
3. A Sociological Look 23
4. A Political Look 42
5. An Economic Look 47
6. A Spiritual Look 54
7. The End of the World and Beyond 65
8. How the Vision Changed Me, and I Hope,
Will Change the World 67
Appendix: An Environmentally Friendly Zoo
of the Future 73
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Now I saw a new Heaven and a new Earth.... Then I, John, saw a new city coming down out of Heaven from God, prepared as a bridegroom for her husband. Rev. 21:1