Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heaven. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2024

Heaven and Hell 1999

Hell and Heaven are the same place. And it is also possible to die in the next world, for it has boundaries unlike this universe. Mysteries are not solve and the body can deteriorate over time, which flows in giant spirits in the blink of an eye. You can experience every second or miss thirty years at a go, losing all contact with the people you were last with. The world are fantastic, but crowded with decaying figures of people forgetting where they are and what they doing.

Nothingness is a constant threat. I traveled with my brother and sisters and you can exist at any age, although your mind holds the mentality of adulthood most of the time. Heaven comes when you forget everything you know and are able to be that child you were without knowing any better, but sooner or later the reality of where you are sinks in and you fades from everyone's consciousness, until you wake in your state of decay. There's food and you must eat it or else you'll waste away. It as everything materializes and dematerializes without any plans. There are no devils to torment you, just people and more people.

I made love to a woman who have shifted all over the age bracket, as if she were daydreaming about her life and I guess that was why we shift into different ages. Our bodies are represented by various stages of age and you can only maintain that appearance for short periods of time. Maybe this place was more purgatory than Heaven, and Hell was a place no one wanted to go, but to which you could escape, when you couldn't take purgatory any longer. Heaven. It seemed like no one went to Heaven, because time had not yet come to a halt. Nothing gets finished. Nothing really gets done.

Friends come in and out of view, but maybe before they met you, so you don't recognize each other. Purgatory is a strange kaleidoscope. No one wants to be there, but there are those who handle it better than others and there are also predators seeking out people to revenge events in the living world.

No one talked about God, but there must have been some haven for the moderately religious or that anyone religious goes to another purgatory or straight to heaven. There was little discussion other than about living and trying to replicate the world from before, but everything always falls apart or scares you so much that you want it all to end, though there is no suicide and every attempts to kill yourself other than to fade into oblivion like a decaying corpse.

Surprisingly the place doesn't smell, in fact the only senses you seem to have are sight, sound, and touch, though not enough to receive pleasure. Fear comes from the predators who can't really hurt you, but are convinced that they can make this hell for the waitees. In the end everyone forgets even about the end and only those fighting to remember what they were remain human instead of joining the temporary nothingness.

But none of this have any idea how to save this world or what the result will be at the judgment day. Maybe when you fade away you head back to this universe to lend your lifeforce to something else and the reason you fight is that you're frightened about the unknown, which is why you remain here in this coil.

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

The Downside of Heaven

A holy man from Bali died from old age. He arrived at the Pearly Gates to be greeted by St. Peter.

“Welcome to Heaven.” St. Peter led the Balinese holy man inside the holy rest home of eternity.

“I thought heaven was only for Christians.”

“No, no, heaven is for everyone. Over there are the Balinese. To the right the French. Back there the Muslims. Up front the Christians. Over there the Irish.” St. Peter pointed out every segment of heaven, then as they walked through a forest of euphoria, St. Peter whispered. “And over there are the Fundamentalists.”

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because they think they’re the only ones up here.”

Read Stanley Elkins THE LIVING END.

In that novel the protagonist is sentenced to Hell for thinking Heaven looks like a Hollywood set from the 1930s.

Now that's cold, even for god.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Heaven or Hell In Miami Beach


Two old men are living in Miami Beach. Their hotel is undergoing renovations. The entire neighborhood has been transformed by young people. Izzy and Moishe sit on the terrace of the Breezemore Hotel and watch the parade of revelers. They are feeling their age and Izzy says, "You know Moishe, we've had a good life, but I've been wondering about what's next?"

"What's next is we die. One of us first the other second." Moishe was more pragmatic than his friend. He had been an accountant. Number added up to a total sum. No more. No less.

"What about Sheol?" Izzy had been a lawyer. He still believe in good and evil. His wife Miriam had been good. Her mother was evil incarnate.

"A bleak afterlife, feh?" Moishe was too pragmatic to be pessimistic.

"What about Olam Ha-Ba?"

"The world to come where we are rewarded for our good deeds. Feh. And Gan Eden is a fairy tale."

"But what if there really is a heaven and hell?"

"I don't know." Moishe had no questions, but there was always doubt, especially at the age of 87. "Listen, I tell you what, if one of us ides and there is a heaven or hell, the one who dies should come back to tell the one staying whether there is a heaven or hell. Is it a deal?"

"For you, anything." The two friends went back to 1st Grade in Brownsville NY.

Neither man thinks anything about the oath until Moishe dies two weeks later.

"At least he went in his sleep." Izzy tells the children who are transporting the body back up north. No one gets buried in Florida. The ground is tref.

A week goes by, then another. A month and then more.

A year to the day of Moishe's passing, the curtains of Izzy's windows billow inward without a breeze. The temperature was in the 80s, but the room is freezing. Moishe can see his breath and asks, "Izzy, is that you?"

"Of course it's me, who else were you expecting?" The voice sounds like it's coming from across the universe.

"Only you, so tell me, are you in heaven or hell?" Moishe is eager to hear the answer, since then he can tell Izzy that he was wrong about heaven and hell.

"Neither."

"Neither?" Moishe hadn't expected this response. "So what do you do all the time?"

"I eat, I fuck, I eat, I fuck, I eat, I fuck, and then I go to sleep."

"Well, aren't you in heaven?"

"No, I'm a rabbit in Montana."

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Holiday Inferno


A holy Iman dies in peace. He is astounded to be welcomed by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

“Sorry about the no 77 virgins. In this heaven we spend our days in the glory of God, who is non-denominational. You’ll meet the truly blessed evolving into the truly blissed.”

The Iman accepts this heaven in all its goodness, but after a few weeks he goes up to St. Peter and says, “Heaven is great, but all those years on Earth when I was preaching about the horrors of Hell, I was often curious what Hell was actually like.”

“Pretty much as you envisioned it.”

“IS there anyway I can see it?” The Iman was more than slightly bored with the communal utopia of Heaven.

“Of course there is.” St Peter opens the Pearly Gates and points to a set of endless stairs. “You can visit Hell on a one-time visa. Two weeks. Do anything you want. You earned this holiday by all the goodness you create on earth. Get it out of your system and then return to the bosom of the Creator.”

“And I can go now?”

“Anytime you want?” St. Peter walks the Iman to the stairs. He is greeted by doe-eyed houris and escorted to a bar where Jimi Hendrix is playing LITTLE WING. Hitler painting the walls and Marilyn Monroe working upstairs in the Satan a Go Go. It’s great fun and time passes in the blink of an eye. The Iman says goodbye to everyone and climbs the steps to the Pearly Gates.

“So how was it?” St. Peter asks peering down the stairs.

“Not like I expected it.”

“Well, at least you got it out of your system. Back to the eternity of bliss.”

Unfortunately his holiday infected the Iman. He can’t stop thinking about hell. Heaven is all communing with the great oneness. He goes back to St. Peter and asks if there’s a way he could go back to Hell.

“Sure, but if you go you can’t come back.”

The Iman looks over his shoulder at the fleecy clouds and praying angels.

“No problem.”

“See you on Judgment Day.” St. Peter is all smiles like a dealer selling a hot shot and so is the Iman as he walks down the stairs, although this time the houris greet him with pitchforks. Fire laps his legs. His flesh is torn open by the demons.

“St. Peter, this isn’t the Hell I knew. Why’s it so different now.”

St. Peter shouts from the Pearly Gates, “That’s the difference between going someplace on vacation and living there.”

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Heaven On This Earth

Heaven is where the police are Thai, the chefs are Mexican, the mechanics are Robots, the lovers are busy elsewhere so you can drink in peace and everything is organized by anarchists. And Hell is what you make it. Fuck the filth. Free Ireland.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Downside of Heaven

A holy man from Bali died from old age. He arrived at the Pearly Gates to be greeted by St. Peter.

“Welcome to Heaven.” St. Peter led the Balinese holy man inside the holy rest home of eternity.

“I thought heaven was only for Christians.”

“No, no, heaven is for everyone. Over there are the Balinese. To the right the French. Back there the Muslims. Up front the Christians. Over there the Irish.” St. Peter pointed out every segment of heaven, then as they walked through a forest of euphoria, St. Peter whispered. “And over there are the Fundamentalists.”

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because they think they’re the only ones up here.”

Read Stanley Elkins THE LIVING END.

In that novel the protagonist is sentenced to Hell for thinking Heaven looks like a Hollywood set from the 1930s.

Now that's cold, even for god.