Most of us are scared of death and to be honest, I haven't really ever met a person who has told me that their fear of death is directly related to the stopping of reality as they know it. Instead, most people give me obscure reasons related to family, love and their earthly needs. I used to shake my head in total dismay when presented with such opinions but now that I'm here I figure I might as well see if everyone really has the right grasp they require on this unavoidable truth. Oddly, there is no bright light or stairway to heaven, instead, I am awoken amidst a lush green field with an ominous weathering tree planted right in the middle of what can only be described as blight. What strikes me as an even more odd presence on the blight is a young child playing with dice. I slowly start moving towards the tree with ever growing curiosity as to why something so innocent is sitting in the middle of the very birthing of evil.
It appears to be a sunny day leading me to believe that this must be heaven or worse, purgatory. As I approach the blight, the child becomes weary of my presence and puts its hand out calling me closer. This lessens my nervousness and only drags me closer to the child in the hopes of understanding where I am. I take a seat as I watch the child roll the dice again. I watch as the child looks at the sky, saying something under its breath and then it looks towards me. For all its innocence, it exhibits a sense of deep understanding and wisdom. Far be me to talk to God with the vocal handling that I would use when talking to a child but what the hell (oops) I am here and I might as well give it a try.
"Good Morning"
"Good Morning to you too. Whats your name?"
"Mel ... and what's your name?"
"Some people call me God, some people choose not to name me and some people think I don't exist"
"Funny you should say that because the way your sitting right now, I was beginning to believe that you were someone else and not God himself or herself"
"Its ok I've heard worse in my time managing this tree"
"What is the tree for?"
"I'm glad you ask that because I was about to ask you why you think I need to be under a tree. Shouldn't I be more older with lightning coming out of hands and showing you my almighty power?"
"To be honest God, may I call you that?"
"Whatever makes you comfortable"
"God it is then, well I guess death has put a new perspective on things for me. All the stuff I have been taught till this point in my naturally-ended life has bought me here. The trees and the rest of this razzmatazz are just icing on the cake."
"Would you like to play a game to help you better understand what being God is like?"
"Sure.What do I have to do?"
"Roll the dice and I'll tell you"
I take a die in one hand and look at it. Its not the kind you'd find in a Vegas casino and certainly not something that a Hasbro box would spit at you. It looks like something that's been used for a long time and no one has ever bothered to really give it a rest. I give the dice a shake and throw them to the ground looking at God as I do. He looks at me and gives me a smile.
"Now you know what its like to be God"
"But I've done absolutely nothing"
"But you have; you have set in motion a set of events that will in-turn start another set of events and so on ..."
"What are you trying to tell me?"
"Its all in your head"
"So everything we do is a by-product of what we do ourselves?"
"Your time is running out I think its time to stop thinking and start enjoying bliss"
"Thanks"
"Your welcome"
I walk away from the tree with a renewed sense of belief in the end. Wonderful isn't it? Religion is waste when you finally come to your demise and if you've been working to get to heaven, it would really be a crying shame and moreover silly to believe that we are working to get into heaven.
Mood while writing this blog - Empty minded
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