I have seen the devil outside my window, laughing, dancing. I have heard his minions swearing like sailors, calling me every foul name I’ve ever known. I called it Twilight Zone at the time, but it sure seemed like hell.
Today I got frustrated by the constant complaining of a particular person who I see every day. In my mind I must have called him a whiny little bitch at least 10 times. As I drove home I was dismayed as I realized I sounded just like those others, in Twilight Zone, or hell … whatever you want to call it, and it is depressing to know we sounded exactly the same in that moment of time this day.
I want to be a nice person, I try to be every day … not for reward, but because I am not comfortable hurting others with words, or actions. Allowing that behavior in my own life disturbs me.
Thoughts are powerful and need not be vocalized to influence people, places and things … they determine our life, and our future.
I spoke of it when I got home, and someone I care about told me, “You should go meditate or something”, and he’s right, I should.
I know for a fact there are at least two worlds beyond our own. One in which thousands upon thousands, and more speak as nasty, angry shadow dwellers who would love nothing more than to rip the guts out of a person. Then there are the others, who love and work earnestly to assist mankind, helping to clear the nasty’s away, while encouraging people to be the best they can be.
I know these things for I have been there, experienced them first hand. Many people have, and many people have chosen to end their own lives because of the hell they found themselves in, or they harm others.
Now, all that aside, I am grateful for this experience, but moments like today have me a little worried that I might have to spend an eternity with these foul ones. I look within and I wonder just how nasty does a person have to be to get sent to hell, or … how good must they be to be allowed in a peaceful place?
When the body quits us, when our consciousness is no longer contained by body and our thoughts cannot be shielded from others attention, where do you think you will go? To dwell with those who wish harm, or speak of it, or with the peacemakers, the lovers who live peacefully beyond time?
I’m sure I am not the only one with this experience, and I’m certain I’m not the only one who thinks of these things.