Creativity

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By Kevin A. Garland


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At War's End
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Exodus: The Fate of Planet Earth
Genesis: Man Reborn
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Kingdom Red
The Orange Planet
Land of Yellow
Green Soil
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Indigo World
Violet Country
The Rainbow Makers



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After
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Aphelion
Arcanum
Bairn
Blatherskite
Boy Who Couldn't Dream, The
Checkmate
Citadel
Die For Him
Dimensional Interstice
Eight Lives of Norman Chatter, The
Harbinger
Heaven or Hell
Insomnia
Keymaster, The
Kidnaped
Land of the Living
Last on the List
Look Window, The
Mirror, Mirror
Nymph
Sleeper, The
Star Warrior
Unseen, The
Watermark

Essays

SADHANA


Index

Introduction
World Religions Briefly Defined
Personal Ideology
God
Creation/Existence
Life & Death
Heaven
Hell & Satan
Miracles, Angels, & Prophets
Finding a Footpath of Your Own
The Golden Rule
Meditating (for better physical, spiritual, and mental health)
Inspirational Quotations
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My Personal Climb up the Slopes of Human Existence

 

Introduction

Throughout the years of human history religion has taken on several forms. Spirits, gods, and other deities have been worshiped, defined, dissected and even despised as philosophers and theologians have debated the very essence of our human soul. Of those forms, twelve major sects have endured to present day and continue to strive throughout society (each with over three million followers world-wide). Although some of these religions do not acknowledge the existence of a god or some other kind of divine presence throughout the universe, they all share a definition and a guideline of moral obligations that all of us should hold to both ourselves and to our fellow neighbors. While I will not, and can not, discredit any of these religious orders, this essay will present my own views -- what I've come to believe after my own research and studies into the mass diversity of our planet's faiths, rituals, and ethical codes of honor.

To begin, I will briefly describe some of the diverse religious orders of the world. History has proven time and time again that people tend to condemn the faiths or beliefs of others, of which they may know little or nothing about, just because they think that their own views, thoughts, and religious principles are the only "God-given" truths to be followed. We must look beneath the superficial surface of our own opinions however, for beyond those biased opinions lies a spiritual reality that embraces ALL people in a love forever binding. Understanding the beliefs and viewpoints of ourselves AND of our neighbors is the first step to finding and ultimately sharing that eternal love with everyone -- red or yellow, black or white, rich or poor, and great or small. Although this essay only scrapes the surface of that spiritual reality, I hope that it will at least get its readers to rethink their own particular views and opinions that they may have on the topics presented.

 

World Religions Briefly Defined

In the West, the Abramic religions dominate. Worshipers of Judaism believe that God is the creator of all that exists; he is one, incorporeal (without a body), and he alone is to be worshiped as absolute ruler of the universe. Jewish followers study the Tanakh and the Talmud. The Tanakh corresponds to the Jewish Scriptures which is composed of three groups of books:

Torah - Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy.
Nevi'im - the Prophetic books of Isaiah, Amos, etc.
Ketuvim - the "Writings" including Kings, Chronicles, etc.

The Talmud contains stories, laws, medical knowledge, debates about moral choices, etc., comprised of material which comes mainly from two sources:

Mishnah - six "orders" containing hundreds of chapters, including series of laws from the Hebrew Scriptures. It was compiled about 200 CE (Common Era).
Gemara (one Babylonian and one Palestinian) - encyclopedic in scope, it includes comments from hundreds of Rabbis from 200 - 500 CE, explaining the Mishnah with additional historical, religious, legal, sociological, etc. material.

Those devoted to Christianity follow the teachings of and about Yeshua of Nazareth, commonly referred to as Jesus Christ (Jesus is the Greek form of Yeshua; Christ is Greek for "the Messiah" or the "anointed" one). Most Christians regard him as the Son of God. They further believe that he is God, the second person in the Trinity (the Trinity consists of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit; three separate persons, all eternal, all omnipresent, who form a single, unified deity). Christians use the Bible as their spiritual guide, concentrating particularly on the books of the New Testament and the teachings of Christ. Islam practitioners (Muslims) believe absolutely that "There is no God but God and Mohammed is his Prophet (the last of the prophets)." All Muslims surrender to the will of Allah (Arabic for "God"). That will is made known through the sacred scriptures, the Qur'an, which Allah revealed to his messenger, Mohammed. Followers of the Bahá'í Faith belong to the fourth largest theology in the West. The Bahá'í Faith arose from Islam, similar to the way Christianity arose from Judaism. It's followers believe that God is transcendent and unknowable; however, they also believe that He has sent, and will continue to send, great prophets to mankind, through which the Holy Spirit has revealed the "Word of God." Bahá'í scripture comprises the writings of the Bab (founder of the Bahá'í Faith) and Baha'u'llah (considered a prophet of the Bahá'í Faith), together with the writings of 'Abdu'l-Baha (Baha'u'llah's son). Among the better known writings of Baha'u'llah are, The Most Holy Book, The Book of Certitude, Gleanings from the Writings of Baha'u'llah, The Hidden Words, and The Seven Valleys. There are many other books of Bahá'í scripture.

In Eastern thought, Taoism refers to a power that envelops, surrounds and flows through all things, living and non-living. The Tao regulates natural processes and nourishes balance in the Universe. It embodies the harmony of opposites (i.e. there would be no love without hate, no light without dark, no male without female). Taoists follow the art of "wu wei," which is to achieve action through minimal action. Taoists believe that development of virtue is one's chief task. The "Three Jewels" to be sought are: compassion, moderation and humility. Tao-te-Ching ("The Way of Power," or "The Book of the Way") is believed to have been written by Lao-Tse (the founder of Taoism, a contemporary of Confucius). It describes the nature of life, the way to peace and how a ruler should lead his life. The Buddha, Siddhartha Gautama, was the founder of Buddhism in Northern India. He promoted The Middle Way, rejecting both extremes of the mortification of the flesh and of hedonism as paths toward the state of Nirvana (spiritual completeness). Buddhists believe in reincarnation: the concept that one must go through many cycles of birth, living, and death. After many such cycles, if a person releases their attachment to desire and self, and they have lead a pure, ethical life, they can attain Nirvana. Buddhists study the teachings and oral traditions of Buddha which were collected by a council of Buddhist monks into written form, called the Tripitaka. This included a very large collection of commentaries and traditions; most of which are called Sutras. The Buddha's "Four Noble Truths" may be described (somewhat simplistically) as:

1) to be fully understood: the universality of suffering.
2) to be abandoned: the desire to have and control things which causes suffering.
3) to be made visible: the supreme truth and final liberation of nirvana which is achieved as the cause of suffering is eliminated. The mind experiences complete freedom and liberation.
4) to be brought into being: the truth of the eight-fold ariya path leading to the cessation of suffering. The eight-fold path consists of:

1. right understanding.
2. right thinking.
3. right speech.
4. right conduct.
5. right livelihood.
6. right effort.
7. right mindfulness.
8. right concentration.

The most common forms of Buddhism today are Therevada Buddhism, Zen Buddhism, and Southern Buddhism. Confucianism is considered primarily an ethical system to which rituals at important times during one's lifetime have been added. The social ethics and moral teachings of K'ung Fu Tzu (commonly pronounced Confucius in English) are a blend of the Taoist communion with nature and Buddhist concepts of the afterlife, to form a set of complementary, peacefully co-existent and ecumenical religions. Confucian ethical teachings include the following values:

Li: includes ritual, propriety, etiquette, etc.
Hsiao: love within the family: love of parents for their children and of children for their parents.
Yi: righteousness.
Xin: honesty and trustworthiness.
Jen: benevolence, humaneness towards others; the highest Confucian virtue.
Chung: loyalty to the state, etc.

In Japan, most citizens practice two religions: both Shinto and Buddhism. The two religions share a basic optimism about human nature and for the world. Within Shinto, however, Amaterasu, the Sun Goddess, is regarded as their chief deity. There are numerous other nature deities (Kami) who are conceptualized in many forms. They are seen as benign, however, as they sustain and protect. Shinto believers revere "musuhi", the Kamis' creative and harmonizing powers. They aspire to have "makoto", sincerity or true heart. This is regarded as the way or will of Kami. There are "Four Affirmations" in Shinto:

1) Tradition and the family: The family is seen as the main mechanism by which traditions are preserved. Their main celebrations relate to birth and marriage.
2) Love of nature: Nature is sacred; to be in contact with nature is to be close to the Gods. Natural objects are worshipped as sacred spirits.
3) Physical cleanliness: They take baths, wash their hands, and rinse out their mouth often.
4) "Matsuri": To worship and honor gods and ancestral spirits.

Vaidika Dharma, "religion of the Vedas," (commonly known as Hinduism) is the panentheistic principle of Brahman, that all reality is a unity. The entire universe is one divine entity who is simultaneously at one with the universe and who transcends it as well. That deity is visualized as a triad (analogous to the Christian Trinity):

Brahma - the Creator, who is continuing to create new realities;
Vishnu (Krishna) - the Preserver, who preserves these new creations;
Siva - the Destroyer, who is at times compassionate, erotic, and destructive.

Concurrently, many hundreds of Hindu Gods and Goddesses are worshiped as various aspects of that one unity. Depending upon your viewpoint, Hinduism can be looked upon as monotheistic, trinitarian, or polytheistic. Hindus also believe in reincarnation (samsara), perceived as a meaningless cycle of birth, life, death and rebirth. To escape samsara and achieve enlightenment, one must acquire positive Karma. Karma is the accumulated sum of ones good and bad deeds. Karma determines how you will live your next life. Through pure acts, thoughts and devotion, one can be reborn at a higher level. Eventually, enlightenment is achieved. Bad deeds can cause a person to be reborn at a lower level, or even as an animal. The unequal distribution of wealth, prestige, suffering are thus seen as natural consequences for ones previous acts, both in this life and in previous lives. Meditation is often practiced in Hinduism, with Yoga being the most common. Other activities include daily devotions, public rituals, and puja a ceremonial dinner for a God. The most important of all Hindu texts is the Bhagavad Gita which is a poem describing a conversation between a warrior Arjuna and his charioteer Krishna. Vedism (an early "Aryan" Indo-European influence on Hinduism) survives in the Rigveda, (a.k.a. Rg Veda) a collection of over a thousand hymns. Other texts include the Brahmanas, the Sutras, and the Aranyakas. Those devoted to Sikhism, which means "learner," believe in a single, Formless God, with many names, who can be known through meditation. This concept is similar to Islam whose followers also believe in a single God, who has 99 names. Unlike Islam, however, Sikh worshipers do not deny the existence of the countless Hindu deities. They consider God as having made many lesser gods and to be superior to them, but only one God can be worshiped; lesser gods are not. Sikhs also believe in the Hindu concepts of samsara (reincarnation) and Karma. Sikhs strongly believe that everyone has equal status in the eyes of God, which is considered a very important principle that permeates all Sikh belief and behavior. The tenth Sikh Guru, Gobind Singh compiled the Siri Guru Granth Sahib. It consists of hymns and writings of the first 10 Gurus, along with religious text from different Muslim and Hindu saints like: Kabir Ji, Baba Sheik Farid Ji, Bhagat Namdev, Bhagat Rav Dass Ji, etc. The Shri Guru Granth is considered the 11th and final Guru and the Sikh's holiest religious text. Some Sikh scholars regard The Khalsa Consensus Translation [of the Guru Granth Sahib] as being among the finest and most accurate English translation currently available. A final notable religion in Eastern ideologies is Jain Dharma, or Jainism. Practitioners of Jainism believe that the universe exists as a series of layers, both heavens and hells. It had no beginning and will have no ending. It consists of:

The supreme abode: This is located at the top of the universe and is where Siddha, the liberated souls, live;

The upper world: 30 heavens where celestial beings live;
Middle world: the earth and the rest of the universe;
Nether world: 7 hells with various levels of misery and punishment;
The Nigoda, or base: where the lowest forms of life reside;
Universe space: layers of clouds which surround the upper world;
Space beyond: an infinite volume without soul, matter, time, medium of motion or medium of rest.

Like Sikhs and Hindus, Jains also believe in Karma and Moksha (liberation from an endless succession of lives through reincarnation). To reach enlightenment, followers are expected to follow five principles of living:

Ahimsa: "non violence in all parts of a person -- mental, verbal and physical." Committing an act of violence against a human, animal, or even vegetable generates negative karma which in turn adversely affects one's next life.
Satya: speaking truth; avoiding falsehood.
Asteya: to not steal from others.
Brahma-charya: (soul conduct); remaining sexually monogamous to one's spouse only.
Aparigraha: detach from people, places and material things. Avoiding the collection of excessive material possessions, abstaining from over-indulgence, restricting one's needs, etc.

Jainism followers also practice fruititarianism, the practice of only eating that which will not kill the plant or animal from which it is taken. e.g. milk, fruit, nuts. There are two secular groups of Jains:

The Digambaras (literally "sky clad" or naked): Their monks carry asceticism to the point of rejecting even clothing (even when they appear in public).
The Shvetambaras (literally "white clad"): their monks wear simple white robes. The laity are permitted to wear clothes of any color.

In addition to the eleven major Western and Eastern religious sects, Vodun or Voodoo continues to hold a world presence with over sixty million people practicing each year. Vodun, like Christianity, is a religion of many traditions. Each group or denomination follows a different spiritual path and worships a slightly different pantheon of spirits, called Loa; but traditional belief includes a chief God Olorun, who is both remote and unknowable. Vodun is a ritual religion with the purpose to make contact with a spirit or spirits, to gain their favor by offering them animal sacrifices and gifts, to obtain help in the form of more abundant food, higher standard of living, and improved health.

There are also several minor religious orders in the world today that maintain a steady fellowship and are worth mentioning. The religious traditions of aboriginal peoples around the world tend to be heavily influenced by their methods of acquiring food, whether by hunting wild animals or by agriculture. Native American spirituality is no exception. Their rituals and beliefs show a blending of interest in promoting and preserving their hunting and horticulture. Inuit religious belief is grounded in the belief that anua (souls) exist in all people and animals. Individuals, families, and the tribe must avoid a complex system of taboos to assure that animals will continue to make themselves available to the hunters. Many rituals and ceremonies are performed before and after hunting expeditions to appease the Keepers, Masters, Gods or Goddesses and to assure hunting success. Asatru is a polytheistic religion that worships three races of Deities in the Norse pantheon. They are all regarded as living beings who are involved in human life:

The Aesir: These are the Gods of the tribe or clan, representing Kingship, order, craft, etc.
The Vanir: These represent the fertility of the earth and forces of nature. They are associated with the clan but are not part of it.
The Jotnar: These are giants who are in a constant state of war with the Aesir. They represent chaos and destruction. At the battle of Ragnarok, many of the Gods will die, the world will come to an end and be reborn.

Asatru is often considered a Neopagan religion; however, many followers of Asatru prefer the term "Heathen" to "Neopagan" and look upon their tradition as "not just a branch on the Neopagan tree" but as a different tree altogether. Unlike some of the other Neopagan religions, which have gradually evolved into many different traditions, the reconstruction of Asatru has been based on the surviving historical record; it has been maintained as closely as possible to the original religion of the Norse people. Other Neopagan religions include Wicca and Druidism, both based largely on symbols, seasonal days of celebration and deities from ancient Celtic society, supplemented with Masonic and ceremonial magical components. Druidry tends to be solar oriented, while Wicca is lunar oriented; Wiccans tend to work at intuitive and instinctive levels, while Druidry is more philosophical and intellectual - concerning itself, for example, with numerology and geomancy. In common with most generalizations, however, these suggested distinctions mask a far more complex relationship in terms of theory and practice between the two groupings. Recreations of Egyptian (worshipers of Amen, Isis, Osiris, Re, etc.), Greek (praises to Zeus and the gods of Olympia), Roman (exaltation of Jupiter, Juno, Apollo, Mercury, etc.) and other ancient Pagan religions also fall into the Neopagan family of religious orders. Neopagan religions are currently experiencing a rapid growth as many people are attempting to rediscover their ancestral heritage.

Finally, to round out world theologies, there are those who do not believe in any god or deity and do not follow any specific religious organization at all. Atheists deny the existence of a deity outright, while Agnostics require physical proof of God's existence before they will "believe." Humanists are either atheists or agnostics who also follow some specific ethical or moral code throughout their daily lives. All three place their faith in science and the physical, tangible truths of the universe.

World religions are as diverse as the people who live in our world. Hopefully the readers of this essay will now have a somewhat deeper understanding of those people who we call our neighbors. I believe, on a personal level, that I am a much better person for at least attempting to understand all the sects and religious denominations that I have studied over the years.

 

Personal Ideology

Personally, I perceive myself as a Christian. I walk the path that Yeshua has shown me, for he clearly set the standard for living a moral and just life. Of course that does not make me any more righteous than a Buddhist, Muslim, Hindu, Inuit, or Jew; it just means that I have chosen Jesus Christ as my moral mentor. I was raised in a Christian home and brought up through the Methodist church denomination, but I have found that my current theological beliefs are more in tune to a "Universal Religion". The Universal Religion believes that since all is God, then only one reality exists, and all virtuous religions are simply different paths to that ultimate reality. Religion can therefore be visualized as a mountain, with many spiritual paths (sadhanas) to the summit. Some are hard; others easy. There is no correct path, for all paths eventually reach the top. I believe in a simple, yet profound panentheistic (not to be confused with panthesitic, or the belief in many gods) principle that all reality is a single unity; that the entire universe is one divine entity [God] who is simultaneously at one with the universe and who transcends it as well.

I came to this belief after countless study sessions on theology and philosophy. After each session I found that I was always walking away with a feeling that what I had just read could not be "absolute" truth. In every text I read I found holes or large gaps and pieces that were missing from each underlying principle and belief structure. At times those texts even conflicted with my innate human instincts. I often found entire sections of religious tomes devoted to anti-human rights issues such as slavery, murder, genocide, and human sacrifice. In the end, I concluded that none of those theologies that I studied were indeed "absolute." Once I stepped back from all of the texts and took a breath, I was finally able to see every one of those religions together, as a whole. I was at last able to see the true, complete mountain.  I finally saw that all those different religious paths ended at the same mountain summit. Some wound back and forth, others dropped down before climbing up once again; some crossed each other at mutual points of interest, and still others moved widely apart; but still, they all climbed steadily upward, and eventually they all reached the top. Today I follow my own footpath to God, and it fills my soul with overwhelming happiness and joy. Every day I travel the winding path upward, climbing further and further, coming ever so closer to the summit; and, as I climb that great mountain of human existence, my heart sings to the great diversity of paths that surround me!

 

God

As I stated previously, I share a panentheistic viewpoint of God with the Universal Religion which describes just one reality, and God is that reality; therefore, God must consist of the entire physical realm of the universe. All matter, everything that ever was and everything that ever will be, is a part or a division of God. Just as a single blood cell, or even a single hemoglobin molecule is part of the human body, all the comets, stars, galaxies, and planets are each a part of God's inestimably large body. As blood flows through our bodies, every piece of matter (and anti-matter) in the universe flows through God's body. "For one who sees Me everywhere and sees everything in Me, I am never lost, nor is he ever lost to Me." (Bhagavad-gita 6.30) To know God is to know all that is around us -- who we are, what we are -- our very existence.

 

Creation/Existence

Creation stories and explanations of our existence appear in numerous religious tomes and writings. In the Bible, Genesis states, "In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth." (1:1) And then goes on, "So God created Man in His own image, in the image of God created He him; male and female created He them." (1:27) In the Rg Veda we read, "From fervor kindled to its height Eternal Law and Truth were born; Thence was the night produced, and thence the billowy flood of sea arose. From that same billowy flood of sea the year was afterwards produced, Ordainer of the days nights [sic], Lord over all who close the eye." Creation stories are also told by the Yoruba peoples in Africa. Their Ifa religion tells of Odumare: "Odumare then created Itself...Being the Primal cause... we call Odumare the only wise one on earth." He created human beings. He had no companion. Odumare pondered how to create more living entities in the universe. He realized that he could not act directly, because he was so charged with energy that if he came into contact with any living thing, it would not survive. So he created Agbon (wisdom), Imo (knowledge), and Oye (understanding) to act as intermediaries. He released them to fly to earth and look for a suitable place to settle. Of course stories of Creation aren't always exclusive to one god or deity, as ancient Mayan religion reflects. Mayans believed that Tepeu and Gucamatz, a feathered serpent, together created the earth, mountains, trees, animals, etc. by speaking them into existence. They asked the animals to praise the deities, but they could not, so the gods made the first humans. The Dinè (Navajo people) tell how the Insect People passed through four separate worlds, but in each world they displeased the gods and were forced to flee through a hole in the sky into the next world. In the Fourth World they met up with the Kisani people (the Pueblo Indians) and the Insect People created the first man & first woman of the Dinè. The Navajo live today in the Fifth World.

No matter what religion you study, there's always some underlying questions of Creation and being, "Where did all this come from? How did we human beings come into existence? What really is existence?" With my panentheistic views, if we, as human beings, could step outside of our universe, or step outside of God's body, then we would find ourselves on another plane of existence, one which includes our own reality (our own universe), yet harbors many others as well. On this higher plane we would be able to see God face-to-face. We would be able to witness the incredible reality that God Himself travels across each and every day (of course that place is and always will be indescribable, even unimaginable, by our limited human awareness). But if, as we traveled across God's higher plane of existence, we also had the opportunity to travel back in time as well, then we would be able to turn the hands of time backward to a point where we could view God's own birth in that indescribable reality where He resides. Of course, along with getting the chance to view God's miraculous birth, we'd also get the chance to see the wondrous creation of our own universe since God is simultaneously at one with our universe, yet transcends it as well. Creation would have been a wondrous vision indeed. Most scientists tell us that the universe began with a BANG -- a tremendous explosion that scattered all matter throughout the universe. I can only imagine what God's birth would have been like, but I for one would not be a bit surprised by the Big Bang theory.

Evolution and the origins of Earth have been debated over and over and over. That debate is often mis-presented as a two-way conflict between naturalistic evolution and creation science. Actually, this is an incorrect view. The dozen or so of belief systems that are active in North America can mostly be divided into three groups: Creation Science (God created the universe during 6 consecutive 24 hour days, less than 10,000 years ago), Theistic Evolution (The universe is over 10 billion years old; the earth's crust developed almost 4 billion years ago. Humans evolved out of lower forms of life under the direct guidance of God), and Naturalistic Evolution (Basically the same beliefs as for theistic evolution, except that God is assumed to have played no part in the processes). Personally, I believe in theistic evolution. Science is not exactly forthright about answering really hard questions about our universe, and sometimes their theories are altogether wrong, but in most cases scientists have been able to "observe" our universe and extract at least some of its secrets. For example, scientists can actually observe evolution occurring (they've done it in the laboratory with fruit flies and in nature with the Talapia fish in East African lakes); however, there is no way to determine if God (or a god) is steering the process or whether it is caused by natural forces that are currently beyond our knowledge. Science will never be able to prove absolutely that the world is over 10,000 years old. Collecting countless pieces of evidence for an "old earth", is supportive of their theory, but is not proof. Creationists can simply counter scientists' arguments with one of their own: that when God created the universe 6 to 10 thousand years ago, he created everything as if it had a history -- i.e. when God created trees, he made them with tree rings to look as if they been growing naturally for many years before creation. When he created the Appalachian Mountains, they were formed to look as if they were the remains of tall mountains, which had been eroded for millions of years. When he created the world, say 8,000 years ago, it was fashioned to appear 4.5 billion years old. And so, the debate will continue forever without any possibility of resolution. Either way, I ask, "What does it matter?" We were created one way or another. We exist in the here and now. So let's all do the hokey pokey, turn ourselves around, and try to make the best of life while there's life to be had.

 

Life & Death

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The cycle of life and death can sometimes be cruel.

Some believe in a form of reincarnation called "transmigration of the soul." After death the soul is believed to leave the body, and to live again in another human body. This is/was a common belief among:

  • present day Eastern religions, and in the early Christian Church prior to the Council of Constantinople in 533 CE, and among the Essenes, one of the three major Jewish sects in existence while Jesus was alive. They cite references from the Christian Scriptures which show that the concept of reincarnation was common.
  • during Jesus' time. In the Gospels of Matthew and Mark , John the Baptist is referred to as the reincarnation of Elija. In Matthew, some of the populace guessed that Jesus was a reincarnation of John the Baptist; others guessed Elija; still others guessed Jeremiah or one of the other prophets. Jesus neither criticized the people for their beliefs, nor declared reincarnation to be heresy.

Christ will eventually judge everyone upon their deaths based on how they lived their lives (Karma). The result of that judgement will determine if a soul is thrust back into the cycle of life to get a second chance at living virtuously and morally (transmigration of the soul), or if that soul is ready for entry into Heaven.

If the soul is ready for Heaven then Jesus will appear to that soul as its own personal savior or messiah (whether it be in the form of the Trinity, an angel, an arhat, a bodhisatva, a prophet, god, goddess, etc.). If the soul accepts him as its savior, and allows him to bear its earthly sins, then it will be allowed into Heaven to live in the presence of God.

If the soul denounces Christ and refuses his sacrifice, even though it led a virtuous life to raise its Karma, it will be turned away from Heaven and forced back onto the wheel of life.

 

Heaven

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Heaven is . . . eternal bliss.

 

Hell & Satan

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Hell has three states and all are transitional. Many times, after death, a soul will be unable to tear itself away from material things. It will deny that it is dead and cling to the here and now. These souls do not go forth to Christ and are stuck between the physical world and the afterlife until they let go of their earthly ties. These souls live in the first state of Hell, wanting desperately to cling to life but unable to do so without a physical body. It is these souls that make up the small number of poltergeists, hauntings, and demonic possessions. Once they are able to come to terms with their deaths then they are able to see the light of Christ and go to him for judgement. The second and third states of Hell come after judgement. Souls that have not lived virtuous lives on earth will be cast back to life for another chance at doing things right. If a soul refuses transmigration (or reincarnation) then it becomes trapped between the light of Christ and earth. They remain trapped in this state of Hell until they accept their fate and return to earth for another learning cycle of life. Souls that have been judged righteously and have been granted access to Heaven, but deny Christ also often refuse to go back to an earthly life. These souls reside in the third state of Hell, and are tortured even more than those trapped in the first two states of Hell. This is primarily because they have seen the gates of Heaven and thus, a personal Hell manifests itself around them in which they can not enter Heaven, because they have refused redemption, yet they do not willingly go through with soul transmigration (or reincarnation). They remain trapped between Heaven and earth, continuously torturing themselves with the magnificent view of Heaven, just out of their reach, until they accept their fate and return to earth for another learning cycle of life.

Satan is not a physical entity to be dealt with, but rather a symbolic creation. Satan represents the temptations we have in the back of our minds. He is man’s justification for the evils that we do. Battling Satan doesn’t take physical strength or stamina, but rather the moral fortitude to do the right thing when you have a choice between good and evil.

 

Miracles, Angels, & Prophets

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Look around once in a while, you might be lucky enough to see one.  Just ask yourself if you'd recognize one if you saw one!

 

Climbing a Footpath of Your Own

Beginning on a footpath of your own is very easy. If you’re already following some moral or ethical code throughout your daily life, or if you’re practicing some type of virtuous religion, then you’ve already taken the first steps. None of the opinions or viewpoints that I’ve expressed in this essay are meant to replace your current religious beliefs or practices. The mountain of human existence is high and wide, with plenty of room for new paths as well as old ones. The only suggestion I will make is to consider adding the following five guidelines of happiness and success to your climb:

1) Always seek and practice the truth (it will surely set you free).
2) Do everything in your power to make wise decisions and choices (deny the temptations of evils that men do).
3) Count your blessings every single day (there are always many who are worse off than you).
4) Always work twice as hard as you are expected (raise that Karma as often as you can).
5) Above all else, do all things with love (for it truly conquers all).

 

The Golden Rule

"Do unto others as you would have others do unto you."

Zoroastrianism: "That nature alone is good which refrains from doing unto another whatsoever is not good for itself." Dadistan-i-dinik 94:5
"Whatever is disagreeable to yourself do not do unto others." Shayast-na-Shayast 13:29

Judaism: "...thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.", Leviticus 19:18
"What is hateful to you, do not to your fellow man. This is the law: all the rest is commentary." Talmud, Shabbat 31a

Christianity: "Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them." Matthew 7:12
"...and don't do what you hate...", Gospel of Thomas 6

Islam: "Not one of you is a believer until he loves for his brother what he loves for himself" Fourth Hadith of an-Nawawi 13

Bahá'í World Faith: "Ascribe not to any soul that which thou wouldst not have ascribed to thee, and say not that which thou doest not. Blessed is he who preferreth his brother before himself." Baha'u'llah
"And if thine eyes be turned towards justice, choose thou for thy neighbour that which thou choosest for thyself." Epistle to the Son of the Wolf

Taoism: "Regard your neighbor's gain as your own gain, and your neighbor's loss as your own loss." T'ai Shang Kan Ying P'ien.
"I am good to the man who is good to me, likewise, I am also good to the bad man." Tao Te Ching

Buddhism: "a state that is not pleasing or delightful to me, how could I inflict that upon another?" Samyutta NIkaya v. 353
"Hurt not others in ways that you yourself would find hurtful." Udana-Varga 5:18

Confucianism: "Do not do to others what you do not want them to do to you" Analects 15:23
"Tse-kung asked, 'Is there one word that can serve as a principle of conduct for life?' Confucius replied, 'It is the word 'shu' -- reciprocity. Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire.'" Doctrine of the Mean 13.3

Shinto: "The heart of the person before you is a mirror. See there your own form"

Hinduism: "One should not behave towards others in a way which is disagreeable to oneself" Mencius Vii.A.4

Brahmanism: "This is the sum of duty: Do naught unto others which would cause you pain if done to you." Mahabharata, 5:1517

Sikhism: "Compassion-mercy and religion are the support of the entire world." Japji Sahib
"Don't create enmity with anyone as God is within everyone." Guru Arjan Devji 259

Jainism: "Therefore, neither does he [, a sage,] cause violence to others nor does he make others do so." Acarangasutra 5.101-2.
"In happiness and suffering, in joy and grief, we should regard all creatures as we regard our own self." Lord Mahavira, 24th Tirthankara
"A man should wander about treating all creatures as he himself would be treated." Sutrakritanga 1.11.33

Sufism: "The basis of Sufism is consideration of the hearts and feelings of others. If you haven't the will to gladden someone's heart, then at least beware lest you hurt someone's heart, for on our path, no sin exists but this." Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh, Master of the Nimatullahi Sufi Order.

Yoruba: (Nigeria): "One going to take a pointed stick to pinch a baby bird should first try it on himself to feel how it hurts."

Native American Spirituality: "Respect for all life is the foundation." The Great Law of Peace

Wicca: "A'in it harm no one, do what thou wilt" (i.e., do what ever you want to, as long as it harms nobody, including yourself). The Wiccan Rede

Roman Pagan Religion: "The law imprinted on the hearts of all men is to love the members of society as themselves."

Humanism: "...critical intelligence, infused by a sense of human caring, is the best method that humanity has for resolving problems. Reason should be balanced with compassion and empathy and the whole person fulfilled." Humanist Manifesto II; Ethics section.

Socrates: "Do not do to others that which would anger you if others did it to you." (Greece; 5th century BCE {Before Common Era})

Seneca: "Treat your inferiors as you would be treated by your superiors," Epistle 47:11 (Rome; 1st century CE)

 

Meditating

Meditation is very personal and should be used as a tool of calming -- a stress reliever that will grant you a moment away from the world and its pressures. Not all techniques will work for all people, so you should experiment until you find something that truly relaxes your physical needs, replenishes your mental capability, and empowers you spiritually.

Try to find someplace quiet where you can relax completely without any fear of being interrupted. First, attempt to focus all your thoughts and senses on one thing. This can be a spot on the wall or ceiling, a flickering candle flame, the soft chant of a mantra, or even just soothing music (close your eyes and try to block out all surrounding noises and outside distractions besides the chant or music itself). Let go of any stress that you may have built up during the day. Try to relax all your muscles one at a time, beginning with the top of your head and then moving to your ears, eyes, and neck. Move slowly downward to your shoulders, back, arms, hands, fingers, stomach, legs, feet and finally your toes. The goal is to eventually lose your physical senses all. Like hypnosis, you’ll want to try and focus all your thoughts on one thing until nothing exists around you except the object of your concentration. You will eventually hear, see, smell, taste, and feel nothing but the one thing you’re concentrating on. Once that stage is reached, attempt to block out that one remaining object. It’s very difficult to ignore all your senses, but when that is finally accomplished you will no longer see, hear, smell, taste, or feel anything at all. Even your thoughts will eventually fade.

At this point your soul will be freed of its bodily constraints. Try not to be afraid, for your soul will remain tethered to your physical body. Only death (the destruction of your physical body) can release a soul completely. In this state of mind, however, your soul will be free to move about anywhere it chooses, much like a disembodied spirit (a soul still clinging to its earthly body). Still, your spirit can and will reenter your body at any point to reclaim physical control if you just think the slightest thought or attempt to use any of your body’s physical senses. Once you try to use one of those senses, or if you attempt to think with the physical gray-matter of your brain, then your soul will immediately return to your body where you will instantly become aware of your physical surroundings once again. When you do return to your body you should feel refreshed and at quiet peace with everything around you.

May you find a path worth walking, and may God speed you on your way.

 


Inspirational Quotations

"If I wanted to doubt, then I could doubt endlessly . . . But at some point a person has to stop questioning and act, and at that point you have to trust something to be true, and so you choose the thing you have the most reason to believe in, you have to live in the world you have the most hope in. I follow [God], I believe in [God], because I want to live in the world that [God] has shown me." – Orson Scott Card; Homecoming: Vol. 2, "The Call of Earth"

"But he, verily, speaks superiorly who speaks with truth . . . But one must . . . desire to understand the truth." – The Upanishads, VII.XVI.1

The Pope delivered a Wednesday address in St. Peter's Square on 1998-SEP-9 on the topic of: "The Spirit of God and the 'Seeds of Truth' in non-Christian Religions." He said in part:

"Through the practice of what is good in their own religious traditions, and following the dictates of their consciences, members of other religions positively respond to God's invitation and receive salvation in Jesus Christ, even though they may not recognize Him as their Savior."

"Ekam Sataha Vipraha Bahudha Vadanti" (The truth is One, but sages call it by different names) – ancient Hindu saying

"There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for all are one in Christ Jesus." – Bible (Galatians 3:28)

"8. All the races and tribes in the world are like the different colored flowers of one meadow. All are beautiful. As children of the Creator they must all be respected." – Anonymous (taken from the Native American Indian Traditional Code of Ethics. Inter-Tribal Times, 1994-OCT)

"God is everywhere all at one moment." – Bible (Psalms 139; Matthew 10:29, 30)

"Let us have love and more love; a love that melts all opposition, a love that conquers all foes, a love that sweeps away all barriers, a love that aboundeth in charity, a large-heartedness, tolerance, forgiveness and noble striving, a love that triumphs over all obstacles." – Abdul Baha, "I Heard Him Say"

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that." – Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.

"At that day ye shall know that I [am] in my Father, and ye in me, and I in you." – Bible (John 14:20)

"Live long and prosper." – Spock, Star Trek

"May the Force be with you...always." – Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars

"All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us." – Gandalf, Lord of the Rings

Poetry

Kevin

Christi


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kevin's Poetry

Here's a sample of some original poems, relatively current: 


 

Happy Birthday Christi

Golden wisps of flaxen hair
Still fall about your eyes,
And I’m still here, your one true-love,
Still floating through the skies.

No more drifting across the open seas
For our lives have meaning now,
We sail together, through wind and air,
Passing whatever clouds cross our bow.

Side by side we’re still an amalgamated gem,
Albeit with a little chip.
All told we’re a family filled with hope,
Taking a wondrous, adventurous trip.

Happy Birthday angel heart,
My wife and the love of my life,

Esto Perpetua ex Animo!

January 30, 2009

In comparison here's a copy of the wedding proposal I made to Christi back in 2002: 


Esto Perpetua ex Animo!

Golden wisps of flaxen hair
Fall softly over her eyes,
A gentle breeze of perfumed air
Waifs silently through the skies.

She glides across the clouds above,
Floating listlessly on the breeze,
Until she spots her one true-love,
Drifting aimlessly upon the seas.

He was lost – abandoned & shattered,
Riding waves wherever they’d cast him,
Thinking life no longer mattered,
And his future was pointless and grim.

Then she appeared with a promise of hope –
Hope of being saved!
With love and compassion she tossed him a rope;
And it was exactly what he had craved.

Together they rose as one into Heaven,
Leaving the past to fall behind them.
Side by side they were but Christi and Kevin,
Together, an amalgamated gem!

“Angel mine, love of my life,
May this ring show we’re never apart,
For I’d like you as my one true wife,
Let it be forever, from the heart!

“Will you marry me?”

August 31, 2002
Chimney Rock Park,
North Carolina

 



Christi's Poetry

Here's a sample of some original poems, relatively current: 


Love

Love is a beautiful experience.
Love is fulfilling and supporting.
Love is like a whirlwind in a sea
Of tranquility and confusion,
That is all mixed together.

Love with you is supporting.
Love with you is understanding.
Love with you is sharing.
Love with you is full of compassion.

A world without love is lost!
I am lost without you!
You are my world!

February 14, 2003

 

My love!

My love for you is a circle,
It is never ending.
My love for you is strong,
It is never lacking.
My love for you is all encompassing,
It surrounds both of us.

Your love fills my soul,
and mine returns it tenfold.
Your love finds my heart,
and mine reaches for yours.
Your love saves my soul,
and mine completes yours.

March 17, 2004

Loving You!

My love for you is endless.
My love for you knows no boundaries.
You are better than sunshine to me.
You mean more to me than the air I breathe.
I know love from you.
I know understanding through you.
We can not fail.
We can only find love and hope in each other.
Loving you gives me life.
Loving you fulfills my soul's desires!

May 3, 2004

 
Short Stories

Demon in the Box

Pall Bearers


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Demon in the Box

Technology is our future -- get in it
 

With a whimper, Daemon Otoh died.

*****

The sun shone brightly in the summer sky, but it was not overly hot due to a gentle breeze that blew listlessly through the neighborhood.  The pollen count was up today, so those with allergies were urged to stay inside.  Daemon Otoh was an allergy haven.  As a child he had always had the sniffles and as an adult he was heavily addicted to Claritin.  What made matters worse was that he also suffered from asthma, which he had developed three years ago after a bad bout with pneumonia.

Daemon was sickly and it showed.  He was pale and his skin was broken out in hives. His hair was permanently messed, in bed-head fashion, since he had barely moved from his mattress in three days. He was unshaven and in desperate need of a shower.  His eyes were red and puffy, and large gray bags drooped under each orb.  He had been working all though the night trying to catch up on the past three days and get his monthly reports turned in on time. With the laptop his boss had forced upon him he could connect with the office servers and upload his work at any time.  The reports were due at 10:30 AM and it was now 10:45. Daemon would have had them in on time if his connection had not dropped five times over the last hour.  The progress meter on the screen slowly crawled past eighty-six percent and Daemon started to get his hopes up that this time it might actually work.  A beep and a pop-up message on the screen dashed his hopes.

“Son-of-a-fucking whore.”

Daemon slammed the laptop shut, and pulled himself out of bed.  Now he would have to drive all the way into work and dump the spreadsheets there.  He yanked the mouse from the back of the laptop (he had never gotten the hang of that little red nipple in the middle of the keyboard), thrust the machine under his arm, and headed for the door.  He didn’t bother changing out of the sweatpants and t-shirt he had slept in the night before, instead he just slipped on his shoes, grabbed his keys and stormed out of the apartment.

The door to the apartment complex was locked with a numerical entry system.  Since its implementation two weeks ago Daemon had had to use the call box four or five times to get the landlord to let him in or out.  Daemon’s blood was already percolating by the time he reached the doorway.  He carefully entered his five-digit pin only to have the red LED light up, letting him know that he was still locked inside.

“What the fuck.” With each heartbeat Daemon’s blood now thumped like a monstrous bass drum, high in the back of his head.  The blood pushed his dry, puffy eyes relentlessly forward from their sockets until each bulged against his eyelids.  His blood swelled and engorged the veins and arteries in his neck until they looked like thick, writhing worms, straining to escape the confines of his pale white skin.  He entered his PIN once more, painstakingly slowly this time, pushing one button – dramatically lifting his finger completely off the pad as if the pad itself could see that he had indeed pushed the correct button – and then pushing the next button in sequence.

2 . . . 1 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . 2

This time the green LED lit and a buzzer sounded.  Daemon shifted the laptop under his arm and quickly opened the door, stepping outside.

“What the fuck is the purpose of punching in a god-damn code to get outside anyway,” he muttered under his breath, “Prisoners in our own fucking homes.”  Just before he got to his car, Daemon reached inside his pocket to retrieve his keys.  He accidentally double-punched the unlock button on his key chain, sounding the car alarm, and almost dropped the laptop onto the asphalt.

“Oh for the love of Christ.” He thumbed the unlock button until the car finally chirped twice and the alarm ended.  “Fucking piece of shit.”


SUMMARY ENDING

On the way to the office he notices the laptop’s screen comes back to life.  He didn’t get the laptop closed properly so it didn’t enter sleep mode correctly. He also gets a call on his cell phone from his boss at work just then. He takes his eyes off the road to close the laptop while he answers the phone and gets into a car accident.  Machines & technology save his life after he dies briefly on the operating table.  His last words in the story from the hospital bed are: “Piece of shit machines!”



Pall Bearers (an exercise in dialogue)

Jack stared at the flower arrangements around the casket for several minutes before breaking the silence, “Have you been up to the coffin yet?”

“No.  I don’t even want to walk through when everybody else does.  It’ll be bad enough carrying it out.”

“You know, it doesn’t even fuckin’ look like Uncle Bert.  They caked a ton of makeup on him, dressed him up in a black, pin-striped suit, and put a black hairpiece on him for Christ sake.”

“Yeah, I heard aunt Sue say something about that.  I guess the old piece was falling apart.”

“Well still, you think the assholes would’ve gotten a lighter one. Hell, if uncle Bert could have dressed himself I bet he’d have shown up in bright red leisure suit.”

Eric almost smiled, “Hmm, I think his hair was a lot darker when he was younger anyway.”

Jack checked his watch and was beginning to worry about Jaime when someone grabbed his arm from behind, “Dude, who’s the hot chick hangin’ around uncle Pete?”

Eric’s eyes rolled at the sight of his youngest brother, “About time you got here.  Jack and I have been here for an hour already.”

“My car wouldn’t start so I had to get a ride.”

“You should get rid of that fuckin’ piece-of-shit, it’s a relic and needs to be junked.”

“Dude, I ain’t gettin’ rid of my Charger until they pry me from the mangled wreckage.”

“Oh nice gallows humor Jaime, that’s really pleasant at a funeral; and I thought you were suppose to wear a black suit so we all matched?”

“Loosen up, Eric, nobody heard me but you guys anyway, plus it’s better than bawling like aunt Mae over there.  Has she been like that the whole time?  She looks worse than aunt Sherrie.  What’s the deal with that?  I figured aunt Sherrie’d be a basket case by now.”

Jack’s brow furrowed as he turned to face Eric, “Yeah, she is taking it pretty fuckin’ well considering how quick uncle Bert went.”

“They’ve been estranged these last few years for some reason.”  Eric turned his attention back toward his little brother, “Jack said Mom was in a panic earlier when you weren’t here. “

Jack let out a little chuckle, “Oh, yeah, fucker, she’s gonna kill you when she sees you.”

“It wasn’t my fault, dude. Besides, I don’t see Ronny anywhere yet.  Ya think the three of us could carry the casket out ourselves?”

This time Jack looked down on his little brother, “That’d look fuckin’ stupid, all unsymmetrical and shit.”

“Oh sweet, there’s that hot chick again.”

Jack slapped Jaime on the back, “Asshole, that’s aunt Peg.”

“Nooo, Waay!”

Eric leaned in closer to his brothers and dropped his voice almost to a whisper, “Aunt Sue told me she lost around 150 pounds.  I didn’t recognize her either until Mom pointed her out.  She looks a lot younger now I think too.”  Eric stood straight once more and surveyed the room, shaking his head, “It’s amazing how much of the family shows up for funerals and weddings.  When it’s over they’ll all fade back into their own preoccupied lives for months or even years again before they’ll see each other once more at yet another wedding or funeral.”

“Dude, we gotta promise we’ll always keep in touch, where ever we may end up.”

Jack nodded, “Fuckin’ A.”

Eric snickered and gently shook his head.  For all the trouble and headaches he’d endured over the years with his brothers, they were still his best friends, “Three musketeers, forever.” Eric’s snicker turned into a deep frown as he caught sight of the black toupee sticking out from the coffin, “I still can’t believe uncle Bert’s dead.”

Jack pointed his nose somewhere toward the entranceway, “There’s fuckin’ Ron now.”

Jaime straightened his wrinkled, navy-blue jacket as best as he could, “Do we have like assigned seats somewhere then,” he pointed across the room and drew a circle with his finger, “preferably in the vicinity of aunt Peg?”

Eric pointed toward the casket, “All four of us sit together on the right side in the front row.  Let’s go.”

Novels

The Eight Lives of Norman Chatter


An Open Door:

Limbo  


In the beginning there was nothing--a vast emptiness, devoid of all life. Norman found himself wondering what that nothing had looked like. For what he witnessed now was about as nonexistent as he had ever pictured "nothing" in his entire life. He shook his head, struggling to recall how he had come to be in such a place, but his mind appeared to be as blank as the emptiness that enveloped him.

"Damn," he heard himself mutter.

Norman’s voice echoed even though he could see nothing to reflect the sounds which he had just uttered. He had an overwhelming feeling that just moments ago he had been in most familiar surroundings, but for the very life of him, his brain could not recall those slight seconds of his very existence.

Reflexively, Norman squinted his eyes until they were just slits in his face. He peered directly ahead, noticing a faint pinprick of light. It was not bright, yet it remained burning steadily. It was as if the night’s sky had been cleared of everything but a single star--a star so far away that it seemed small enough to fit within the eye of a needle.

Wait a minute . . . , thought Norman. From his current perspective the light seemed to be growing, as if he were walking toward it, even though he knew that he was standing as still as the eerie darkness surrounding him.

As the light moved closer, Norman found that he could hear the sounds of distant waves crashing against a rock-lined shore. While the water sounds invaded Norman’s ears, his eyes searched desperately for the rocky surface which had to be preventing the continued passage of the relentless waves. To Norman’s dismay, his eyes could not penetrate the unearthly light that faced him. However, just as he lowered his gaze to admit defeat, he noticed that he was standing on solid ground.

This is all too weird, he thought as he wiggled his toes in the plush grass surrounding his ankles. Within seconds he had traveled from the complete darkness of absolute "nothingness" to a grassy plateau surrounded on all sides by a vast and mighty ocean. When Norman truly investigated his new surroundings he realized that the ocean only touched three sides of the high plateau. There was another swatch of land, also surrounded thrice by water, beneath the fourth edge of his newly discovered plateau. Norman was scratching his head, again wondering how he could have gotten onto such a strange island in the middle of no where, when he suddenly caught sight of another man on the sandy shore below.

"Hello!" cried Norman.

If the man below had heard, he made no visible sign of acknowledgment.

"Hello, I say!" Norman cried out once again. This time the man’s head tilted slightly as he glanced up at Norman’s plateau. Norman blinked as he waved his arms high above his head for the man below to see. Then he blinked again, this time in astonishment, for he could no longer see the man below. He had effectively disappeared.

"Now I could have sworn. . ." Norman wondered aloud; then with a shrug, "Must have been a mirage."

"I’ve been called many things in my lifetime, but never before a mirage," a voice spoke from behind Norman making him jump a little, almost sending him over the edge of the plateau.

"Oops. Sorry about that," the voice said as Norman felt a helping hand steady him once again on the grassy plateau.

Norman looked the man over and found nothing unnatural about his appearance. He had a round boyish face with absolutely no facial hair, and deep blue oceanic eyes. His hair was a sandy blond, long and wavy. He wore a long white robe with tan leather sandals. Norman noticed that the sandals were identical to the ones he was wearing; and, for the first time, he realized that he too wore a long white robe.

"Who are you?" Norman asked.

"I told you before, I have been called many things. Of course Gabriel is my given name, so you may call me Gabe."

"Thank you for your help," replied Norman, "My name is. . ."

"Norman Chatter. I know, I have been expecting you."

Although he did not think it was possible, Norman became even more confused than he was before. He wanted more than ever to just go home, unfortunately he could not quite remember where "home" was. Maybe I live here with Gabe, Norman reasoned.

"No, Norman. No one lives here. We are just visiting this place for a very brief instant in time--or is it an eternity? I always get those two confused." Gabe shrugged his shoulders and put an arm around Norman, "At any rate, you and I, Norman, have a lot to do."

Suddenly Gabriel and Norman were no longer walking atop the high plateau, instead they were ankle deep in sea water, wading along the sandy shore.

"What is this place?" Norman finally asked.

"Jordan’s Bank, Stygian Shore. . . Like me it has been called many things before; however, I like to think of it as a place of transition." Gabriel paused for a moment before continuing, "Everyone, at some point in their life, must cross this shore and walk in the same foot steps as we walk through now. It is the only point in the entire universe in which every living being leaves a mark for others to follow."

Norman looked ahead and indeed saw two pairs of footprints, side by side, leading their way. Surprisingly enough, the footprint path disappeared under each wave just as Norman and Gabe created a new set in its place, following step for step that of the prints which had been washed away just seconds earlier.

"Ah, here we are," said Gabriel as he held up and stopped.

Norman looked up and saw the most ornately decorated doorway he had ever seen in his entire life. The arch alone stood twelve feet high and looked as if it were carved from solid gold. A large immaculately carved lion’s head peered out over the top of the door, protecting it from harms hand. Along the edges of the arch were sheep--several intricately carved lamb, all flocked together, each facing inward toward the door. The door itself, carved from gopher wood, stood ten feet tall, and looked as if it had been aged for at least ten thousand years by Norman’s calculations. A single lost lamb was carved into the center of the ominous door. Norman’s first thought had been that the lamb was cowering in the wake of the lion’s mighty jaws; but, upon closer scrutiny of the isolated carving, Norman concluded that the lamb was not cowering after all, but in fact appeared to be merely resting. It must have wandered from the flock, thought Norman, and now it patiently waits in the center of the door for its shepherd to finally guide it back to its brothers and sisters. At least it was smart enough to stay put, Norman added to his train of thought, for it might have walked straight into the lion’s maw. Norman looked over his shoulder and back toward the plateau. "I didn’t see this from up there, " he said pointing skyward.

Gabe just shrugged, "It has always been here, and always shall be."

Norman turned back to the door and caught himself wondering what was inside. Logic told him that opening a door with only a frame and no structure built around it would only put him a couple feet further along the sandy shore, but after reflecting upon the events that had brought him here, Norman decided that the chances of finding sand and sea beyond such a grand gateway were close to nil, if not at all.

"What’s behind the door?" he asked Gabe.

Gabe smiled and said, "Do you always ask what is inside a gift before opening it?"

Norman returned the smile, "Blind curiosity is what really killed the cat."

Gabriel almost buckled over in laughter; and, although Norman hadn’t thought his comment was worthy of such giddiness, Gabe’s etheral laughter sent him into some rather outrageous gaffaws himself.

When the two finally settled it was Gabriel who spoke, "I am sorry Norman, it is just that... you need not worry about being killed. . . for you see, my friend, you are already dead."

Norman quickly stifled his laughter and stared blankly at Gabe with the glassy eyes of a true corpse.

"Oh, come now Norman. I truly though that you of all people would take it better than this. Just look at yourself." Gabe stood Norman upright once more and straightened his robe, "There, you look one hundred percent better." Gabriel looked Norman over once again and readily changed his mind, "Well, maybe only sixty percent better, but that is still a start."

Once Norman was finally able to break the state of his shock he immediately passed out.

*****

When he came to, Norman noticed that Gabe had somehow gotten him through the grand entrance way and had left him uncerimoniously on the floor of a narrow hall. The hall was more like a hallway, just wide enough to turn around in, but tall enough to be part of the Cistine Chapel itself. There were four doors on both sides of Norman’s listless body with nothing else in the room that he could see. Feeling like he had slept for days, Norman sat up slowly, craning his neck to look behind him. The entranceway had lost its luster on the inside, becoming an exit that was almost indestinguishable from the eight other doors surrounding the hall. Norman’s head was still a bit fuzzy, but when he glanced up at the ceiling he became altogether dizzy. The ceiling seemed about twenty feet high from Norman’s vantage point, and appeared to be constructed entirely of stained glass. Norman laid his head back on the floor to take in its total splendor, and also to stop his head from spinning.

The light from outside the structure brought the pieces of colored glass alive. Just as on the building’s entrance, the stained glass mural showed a green covered field with flocks of different sized sheep. Norman searched the scene for the shepherd and then the lion, but found neither. Besides the sheep, the only other predominant item was a large roaring sun. The ceiling was arched in a V-like fashion, one side mirroring the other. The sun, placed in the center of the ceiling, had therefore been created as two half circles until the mural had finally been fitted together. Norman admired the craftsmanship as he searched the seam for some flaw or misalignment somewhere down the line. Perfection, he thought as he carefully sat upright once again.

Noiselessly, Gabe entered from the door in back of Norman. Turning around, Norman almost jumped at the sight of him. Norman caught a brief glimpse of the beach outside just before the door snapped effortlessly shut.

"Ah, good. You are awake." Gabe offered his hand and Norman accepted, rising awkwardly from the floor. "Now please, do not faint again. We do have a lot to accomplish."

"You keep saying that, yet all that’s here are these eight doors," Norman spread his arms out with his palms up, "Where do they lead?"

"Ahh, straight to business. That is what I like about you Norman. Your curiosity and intellectual reasoning will get you far in the Game."

"What game?"

"Well the doors of course," replied Gabriel.

"At least I like to call them a game anyway. They have a distinct set of rules, contain hazardous pitfalls, challenge the players to their utmost potential, and the winner always walks away with a prize."

Norman was somewhat taken aback, "I’m here to play a game? You tell me I’m dead, and then you say I’ve been brought here to play a game. Excuse me if I appear a bit skeptical, Gabe, but I’ve always believed life and death to be more than a simple game."

Gabriel smiled a sly grin, "Oh I never said that it would be a simple game." He walked to the first door, marked as such by a large Greek letter Alpha carved deeply into its face.

"Through each of these doorways lies a separate life, a new beginning. . .patiently waiting for you, and only you, to live it." Gabe knocked twice on the door and its sound echoed throughout the hall. "Each one is as real as the life you had before you came here; and, if you guess correctly, you could wind up living the rest of your precious life as if you had never died."

"And if I guess incorrectly I spend the rest of my days in Hell, with you there to torment me with riddles." Norman interjected.

Gabe continued as if he had heard nothing, "Once you step over the threshold of any doorway twice," he stated hold up two fingers, "You will be stuck with that life until that life is extinguished. At that time your soul will move on, one way or another." Gabe turned to look Norman directly in the eye, "Not many people get a second chance at life, Norman, you are truly a lucky man."

"I guess that would depend on what lies behind the doors," replied Norman. "I could be starting out a new life only to have it end hideously, or even painfully, a week or perhaps a day after I make the choice."

"True," said Gabe, "and herein lies the challenge. By stepping twice you choose your new life, the first step is but a peek, a sample of that life. It is based upon that sample that you must choose what door, or what life is best suited for you."

"So I just open a door and voila`, a new life for the picking." Norman paused momentarily before continuing, "Who are you really, Gabe? Are you some kind of psychiatrist behind enemy lines who has captured me; perhaps I was some kind of spy? Have you drugged me with something so I can’t remember my past, is that it? Hell, if I’m dead like you say I am, then maybe you’re a demon, a brainwashing demon." Norman was close to breaking down into sobs. He still could not remember anything before the infinite blackness and everthing around him seemed as real as he was. It was hard to dismiss the hall or Gabe as simple, or even elaborate delusions.

"You are dead Norman, you can be assured of that. The doors are real, and they are not part of some scheme to get you to slip up about your past. No matter how hard you try to remember, you are not going to recall anything from before you were here, and there is nothing I can do to coax it out of you either. You are dead whether you like it or not. I am not a ‘demon;’ however, I do not claim to be an angel either." Gabriel looked up at the ceiling mural and seemed to lose himself there for a moment. Breathing deeply he continued, "I am your guide, Norman. I am here to explain the doors and to answer any questions you might have pertaining to the Game." Gabe turned back toward Norman, "I am here for you, Norman."

Norman closed his eyes, unable to accept anything Gabriel was telling him.

Gabe clapsed Norman’s shoulder, "No one accepts it at first, my friend. Since you still seem to be in a little shock, I will try to explain this place to you a little better."

"When people die, they come here. Some are reunited with loved ones, some find answers to long awaited questions, some fulfill their wildest dreams; and some, like you Norman, get a second chance at life. For each person the Game is different. Differernt rules, different locations, different puzzles, and ultimately different outcomes. This hall itself never existed until you stepped through its archway, well at least until I dragged you across it," Gabe said with a slight shrug.

"The Game conforms to each person’s specific needs." Gabe’s eyes rolled up and searched the ceiling as if he were expecting a lightning bolt to strike him down for saying something wrong, or perhaps saying too much. If he had it was seemingly overlooked. "This hall and its doors is your game, Norman. It has been laid out before you. Now you need only to play."

Norman stared at Gabe for a long time, trying to remember his past, and trying to decide if he should actually believe the plain looking. . .what he call himself, a guide? He rubbed the back of his neck, still not willing to put his trust into such a story, yet still unable to explain his current predicament by any other means. "Of course there has to be some kind of catch," he finally muttered.

Gabriel’s unearthly smile finally returned, "Again I must applaud you for your intelligence Norman. As you suspect, each life behind the doors is due for termination in another month, two at the most, with the exception of one--its life expectation is hidden from me."

"So only one door leads to the true prize, " Norman commented rather casually.

"Some would be more than happy with just a month or even a few days to finish out their life."

"Some would, yes," replied Norman, frowning.

Norman moved to the second door and noticed that besides the large Greek letter Beta, there were hundreds of other characters and symbols etched into the door. Norman recognized the Phoenician symbol just below its Greek equivilant, and guessed that a small square carved next to that was either Semite or Egyptian. Besides the smooth curves of the Roman ‘B,’ Norman could not recognize any of the other characters.

"There is an escape clause to the game as well," Gabe said to Norman’s back.

Gabriel paused as if he thought Norman would turn from the door to face him. When Norman did not Gabe continued anyway, "If you guess my surname you will automatically be placed back into the life you had before, as if you had never died. Although you will remember nothing of what has happened here, you will have effectively dodged death."

Norman grunted as he shook his head in disbelief of the whole situation; but he did manage to smile a bit as he turned and asked, "It wouldn’t be Rumpelstillskin by any chance?"

Gabriel chuckled, "That was a good one, Norman. Try to keep up your humor, it fits you better."

Norman looked past Gabriel and at the door standing at the hall’s entrance. Immediately he was reminded of the beach. "What’s stopping me from not playing the ‘Game’ at all? What if I just leave through the door we entered?"

Gabe turned and pointed to the hall’s entrance, "If you were to step through that door right now, you would be stepping into oblivion. No one walks the sands of that shore twice in one lifetime."

Except maybe you, thought Norman.

Gabriel continued, "Without choosing a life, you give up your soul. You would lose the Game, Norman, without ever trying."

"Are there any other rules then?" Norman asked trying to sound exhausted.

"Your preview of each life ends when you hear someone say my name, Gabe. At that point you will be brought back here, where all the doors will be closed once again until you make another choice."

Norman stepped slowly to the door marked with the Greek letter Alpha, then turned his head toward Gabe, "Do I start with this one then, or will any do?"

Gabriel shrugged, "Although I would suspect most to begin there, you may choose to open the doors in any sequence you like."

As tempted as he was to turn around and open the eighth door first, Norman found his hand moving to the knob of the first door. The large brass bulb turned effortlessly in his palm, and almost at once the door itself began to open.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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There is then creative reading as well as creative writing 
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
 

Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.
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Love is always creative, fear always destructive. 
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Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort. 
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