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A detour stroll in “Doubts Park

Note: Re-edit of “One lovely stroll in Doubts Park; (Jan. 4, 2010)”

I always claimed that whatever I do is meant to search for the Truth.

That is a lie: I run away from the fact that our reality is fundamentally the universe of doubts.

I should admit that this world of doubts is specific to humankind, I should accept it, integrate it in my life and enjoy strolling in Doubts Park.

It is nice, now and then, to take a short break from listing the thousands of questions that constantly perturb cognitive man and try to please my huge ego by trying to resolve a single existential question, just for the fun of it.

I was led lately to read with some attention detailed descriptions of heaven and hell.

I was shocked with these infantile and crude stories that are carbon copies in all religious Books.

I had the impression that all these prophets had No imagination for even slight variations; actually the only tiny variations were in the sadistic punishment of those intended to be visiting hell.

I had another revelation: all those prophets started recounting scenes of heaven and hell after they received recognition and enjoyed the tendency to clinging to power.

It was as if scaring people is the common technique to all who hold on to power.

All those prophets lived the masochist life till getting recognition and then let their imagination loose on the saddest sadistic punishments and unbridled lusty desires.

It was like all prophets are of a certain type of men that sustain only extreme binary attitudes in their deep subconscious, while disseminating the message of learning to tend to the middle line in the spectrum of our passions.

I have something to say; but first let me refresh your memory.

On Heaven

You have got about six rivers.  You select from the following items:

First, a river of pure running potable water;

Second, a river of milk or yogurt with even taste (you might have to settle on your favorite taste; if you didn’t have the opportunity to taste all the fruity flavors then never mind: there must be available more exhilarant venues to investigate; anyway, you have all the time unless you start rebelling again. If you are allergic to milk then no problems, go on selecting other items);

Third, a river of honey (I assume in those days only unadulterated bee’s honey was marketed; more Book’s research funding is required);

Fourth, a river of perfume (not specific, you would have tough choices if you failed to try all scents while alive);

Fifth, a river of wine, most probably beer, which never gets you inebriated enough to utter foul sentences or curse the Devils.

(I guess you should have choices of alcoholic beverages: you earned it.  My hypothesis is that you can opt for the four rivers to be of the wine kinds: you earned it, mind you).

Sixth, a river of oil (I am strongly inclined to believe that it is olive oil; tough luck if you hate olive oil; you can switch this river to scotch or vodka, I guess).

How to drink is no problem in heaven: you can use crystal cups, jars, Jeri can of gold, silver, or titanium (that last metal is of my own invention) or just sit and lap straight from the source or I would suggest letting your sweetheart pour it from her fresh mouth.

Oh, on the subject of sweetheart you have to be patient a little: I just like suspense.

If none of these rivers are to your liking then remember: the guiding light is not to worry about heaven: it is the other alternative that you should mind about.

From what I read I came into understanding that we are all going first to hell.

Pretty much as in immigration concentration camps.

Then, very few would be shown the exit door; and a few would be acrobatic and focused enough to cross the long thin bridge to heaven.

I should stick to heaven now.

You don’t have to worry at all.  Just imagine the varieties of condiments!

Do you like fresh, juicy, and ripe fruits?  Do you love dates, grapes, or pomegranates?  These are the fruits mentioned in the Books.

Remember, you better get a taste for Levantine assortment of fruits; but it is also said that you can have any kind of fruits and I suggest you don’t get frazzled that soon.

The beauty of it is that trees will deliver their fruits in any position you feel comfortable in (such as standing, lying, stooping, or sitting).

My impression is that you could order the branch to drop the fruit in your open mouth.  If I physically toiled hard in my life then that would be my ideal option of delivery.

Hey man, wait.  We have got the best news ever.

It will blow your brain away. You will have all the women and adolescent men for any kind of intercourse you desire. You can throw bacchant parties any time you want and you will be perched on high wide beds, very cushy, and perfectly ergonomically comfortable.

Good tiding for the women kind.

You women are nowhere mentioned in the picture of heaven and hell: the Jewish sect in Judea never endowed you with souls anyway.  But don’t you worry as yet.

God will recreate you to pleasure the select men.  Sorry, since very few men will be selected to go to heaven then don’t push: not all of you will be re-created.

The good news is, if created, you will all have white skin, screwy eyes (hawal), long hair, and none of you would be over 33 of age.  You will enjoy firm tits; it is up to the select men to shape your tits to the fruit of their desire. That is how I figure it.

Certainly you will be wearing jewelry and silk dresses. I think that, unlike men wearing only fine white robes, you might have a wide selection of fabrics and colors.

On Hell

This section would be brief: I know that you guys have suffered enough in this life that you don’t give much weight to the puny punishments that you might be allotted in hell.

Hell is simply fire, a lot of it, and its temperature is 60 times the temperature of earth core.

Hell is not upgraded with fire alarms. It was the result of lack of imagination: a million fire alarms going off at all the time would certainly scare the Bejesus out of anyone, regardless if he was engulfed in fire and black smoke.

Thus, don’t fear that much, please.  The mechanical instruments for conveying pain are archaic; they are mostly chains, gardening, and harvesting implements…

There is no diabolic high tech suffering machines.  I failed to read that you might be half buried in sand to be nibbled at by ants in a scorching desert.

Guantanamo Bay was, since time of creation, in the visual field of God but he refrained at the last second: God wanted to test the evil potentials of men.

You may read the reports of the commissions on human rights and the juicy archives in the United Nations.

You will be zipped straight to hell with no recourse for leniency, even if you witnessed close death encounters several times.

Just writing this article, any sacerdotal caste should judge me as good as dead a dozen times.

As for what might open the gate of heaven is simple: allow no one to share power with God, have field charity in the heart coupled by notarized proofs.

I doubt that predicators go around describing in details the conditions in hell and heaven; they tend to just mention hell and heaven as if everybody was told once in his life the stories in these final relocation places: I guess once is enough to grab the attention of kids.

Most probably, hell was described to kids at untenable moments, but I doubt heaven was ever a favorite topic to parents.

My suggestion is if we feel ashamed to tell the minute details of hell and heaven as recounted in the Books, if these stories should be labeled X-rated for cruelty or sexuality and not suited for less than 18 years of age, then the words hell and heaven should be scraped from theology teaching.

Faith should not be based on a reward system: If Heaven and Hell are the return for a life-time of toil and struggles then, they don’t come close accounting for justice.

Faith is this pleasuring drama of playing stupid, communicating our confidence in human good natured heart and well intentioned purpose to rescuing his fellow man in time of need.

Sometimes, true faith generates reciprocating pleasure and it increases human dignity on pragmatic criteria. It is not worth feeling bitter of your limitations: suffice to believe that all living creatures are holy.

The first attribute of human kind is freedom to doubt; the second attribute is liberty to take pride in what we doubt.

The level headed should desire to die.

If hell, then it is a piece of cake compared to our hellish life on earth; ask any persecuted inhabitant who was detained, tortured, and humiliated.

Ask people dead from famine or thirst.

Definitely, hell has lost its power to scare.

If heaven, then hmm…it won’t be such a bad condition after all to live in.

I might be slightly worried of boredom, but I trust God would endow the sexy “Houries” with enough playfulness to keep me interested for eternity.  Heaven definitely can have my vote.

Life is all about taking a single stand for human dignity.

I sincerely hope that my readers are invested with strong sense of humor.

Why Hell is meant for your timid youth upbringing?

I am still an outsider looking in the adult world.

I still abhor the maintenance part of life,

The mechanics of living and lasting relationship.

I am scared of owning a house,

Of getting married and keep maintaining choices

That I can’t sustain for long.

 

May be that I was not trained properly as a child

To learn taking responsibilities by learning to maintain.

The adult world is still a curiosity to me:

When the time was due to step in,

It was too late for me to learn a new set of behaviors,

In a totally different society, alien to me.

 

I like to discover the adult world and pay the price

Of my practical ignorance, but it should be at my own expense.

But, could anyone else not share the expenses in my miseries?

Indeed, the village will bear the upkeep and it refuses to admit it.

I am positive that I never fell in love, love shared.

 

My mother is convinced that I ran away to the USA

Because of a spurned love affair.

I still cannot tell my mom that she is mistaken,

I cannot confirm her suspicions that

Her adored eldest son is a certified monster.

I might not believe in Heaven,

But people like I, Hell was created for them, here on earth.

Found a little bit of heaven? Have you been in Hell?

She was “away with the fairies”.

She was drinking and smoking from the moment she woke up. “A pint of Strongbow” and “20 Mayfair” were often the only words she spoke.

“I was doing it because it was something to do. I used pubs like day centres, because nobody knows who you are.”

I’ve found a little bit of heaven for those who’ve been in hell

When Sarah Wheeler told me that she had been away with the fairies, she didn’t mean that she was feeling a bit fed up. What she meant was that she was battling the psychosis that she has had to live with since she was eight years old.

It has driven her, at times, to sleep in empty houses because she couldn’t face the chaos of her “rabbit hutch” flat. She couldn’t manage her money. She couldn’t manage housework, or meals. She spent two years sleeping on people’s sofas and living in bed and breakfasts.

Sarah has been diagnosed with borderline personality disorder, bipolar disorder and depression. She has tried to kill herself 13 times. And 13 times she has failed to kill herself. No wonder, when she had the idea for a “creative endeavour”, she decided to call it Mental Fight Club. The battles she has fought make Brad Pitt’s fisticuffs look like the Sugar Plum Fairy’s pirouette.

You wouldn’t guess any of this when you meet her, at the weekly pop-up cafe she has started in a church crypt. What you notice, when you walk in on a cold winter’s day, is the warmth. There’s singing, and art, and writing, and bean bags, and massage, and fairy lights, and cakes.

There are even little rose bushes in pots on a carpet laid out like a lawn. They made me think of Louis MacNeice’s poem about snow and roses. “World is crazier,” says MacNeice in Snow, “and more of it than we think.”

There is certainly something “crazy” about the Dragon Cafe, which Wheeler founded in the crypt of the church of St George the Martyr, in the London borough of Southwark, and which marks its 100th Monday opening next week. It’s “crazy” not because it’s aimed mostly at people who have struggled with mental illness, but because it seems like an almost crazily visionary project in an often cruel world – many of the people who come to the cafe spend most of their time on their own, and many are living in fear of having their benefits slashed.

“The whole point,” Wheeler told me when I went there this week, “is to be a complete antithesis to your average mental health service.” People like it, she said, because there’s “no pressure to do anything at all”. They can sing, if they want to. They can write. They can paint. But they can also just collapse on a bean bag and snore.

The cafe is run by volunteers. Many of those have known what it’s like to be mentally ill. “We keep it simple,” said Wheeler. “You don’t have to do anything outside your four-hour shift.”

And what they do in those shifts is make “an open-hearted place”. In other words, they make a place that can seem like a kind of heaven when you have been in a kind of hell.

I was never sure what David Cameron meant when he used to talk about the “big society”, but I think he would find it here. He would find people who have been through terrible things, and who know what people who have also been through those things need. He would find volunteers who love their role, and are properly trained, and turn up. And he would find people who are often made to feel like the scrapings at the bottom of society’s barrel getting a tiny taste of what it feels like to be treated with respect.

The Dragon Cafe has some funding. But to survive, it needs much more. I really hope the place gets it. I also hope that dragon cafes, or phoenix cafes, or whatever you want to call them, will spring up throughout the land. Mental healthcare, said the Royal College of Psychiatrists this week, “is at breaking point”; and yet another trust faces being placed in special measures. Even if you are given the right bed, in the right place, that place can still feel pretty damn cold.

My sister had her first breakdown when she was 14 years old. Going into hospital only made her worse. One of the things that kept her going was a cafe that she went to three times a week. It had been started by someone whose brother had schizophrenia. It was funded by grants and run by volunteers.

It was a place where people used to fighting daily battles with their mind could paint or cook or sew. It was a place where they could get some respite from that fight – a place where they knew they were not alone.

When my sister died, her friends at the cafe clubbed together, and in the tiny garden they planted a rose. Let’s plant more roses like this.

Heaven and Hell (April 12, 2009)

I was led to read with some attention detailed descriptions of heaven and hell; I was shocked with these infantile and crude stories that are carbon copies in all Books.

I had the impression that all these prophets had no imagination for even slight variations; actually the only tiny variations were in the sadistic punishment of those intended to be visiting hell.

I had another revelation: all those prophets started recounting scenes of heaven and hell after they received recognition and enjoyed the tendency to clinging to power. It was as if scaring people is the common technique to all who hold on to power.

All those prophets lived the masochist life till getting recognition and then let their imagination loose on the sadest sadistic punishments and undaunting lusty desires. It was like all those prophets are of a certain type of men that sustain only extreme binary attitudes although the messages are of learning to tend to the middle line in the spectrum of our passions.

I have something to say. But first let me refresh your memory.

On Heaven you have got four rivers. You select from the following items:

1. first, a river of pure running potable water;

2. second, a river of milk or yogurt with even taste (you might have to settle on your personal good taste; I am not sure if you might have to go through the hassle of tasting all possibilities: we have been fighting for choices and opportunities in our entire earthly life; I know that a few States have offered so many varieties of choices and opportunities that the citizens complained and finally revolted.

If you are allergic to milk then no problems, go on selecting other items);

3. third, a river of honey (I assume in those days only unadulterated bee’s honey was marketed; more Book’s research funding is required);

4.  fourth, a river of perfume (not specific, you would have tough choices if you failed to try all scents while alive);

5.  fifth, a river of wine that never gets you inebriated enough to utter foul sentences (I guess you should have choices of alcoholic beverages: you earned it. My hypothesis is that you can opt for the four rivers to be of the wine kinds: you earned it, mind you).

6. Sixth, a river of oil (I am strongly inclined to believe that it is olive oil; tough luck if you hate olive oil; you can switch this river to scotch or vodka, I guess). How to drink is no problem in heaven: you can use crystal cups, jars, Jeri can of gold, silver, or titanium (that last metal is of my own invention) or just sit and lap straight from the source or I would suggest letting your sweetheard pour it from her fresh mouth.

Oh, on the subject of sweetheart you have to be patient a little: I just like suspence. If none of these rivers are to you liking then remember: the guiding light is not to worry about heaven: it is the other alternative that you should account for.

From what I read I came into understanding that we are all going to hell first; pretty much as immigration concentration camps. Then very few would be shown the exit door; and many less would be acrobatic and focused enough to cross the long thin bridge to heaven.

But that is bad composition: I should stick to heaven now.

You don’t have to worry at all. Just imagine the varieties of condiments! Do you like fresh, juicy, and ripe fruits? Do you love dates, grapes, or pomegranate? These are the fruits mentioned in the Books; remember, you better get a taste for Levantine assortment of fruits; but it is also said that you can have any kind of fruits and I suggest you don’t get frazzled that soon.

The beauty of it is that trees will deliver their fruits in any position you feel comfortable in such as standing, lying, stooping, or sitting. My impression is that you could order the branch to drop the fruit in your open mouth.

If I physically toiled hard in my life then that would be my ideal option of delivery. Hey man, wait. We have got the best news ever. It will blow your brain away. You will have all the women and adolescent men for any kind of intercourse you desire. You can carry on bachan parties any time you want and you will be perched on high wide beds, very cushy and comfortable.

Good tiding for the women kind. You are not in the picture of heaven and hell: the Jewish sect in Judea never endowed you with souls anyway. But don’t you worry as yet. God will re-create you to pleasure the select men.

Sorry, since very few men will be selected then don’t push it for all of you to be re-created. The good news is, if created, you will all have white skin, screwy eyes (hawal), long hair, and none of you would be over 33 of age. You will enjoy firm square tits; it is up to the select men to shape your tits to the fruit of their desire; that is how I figure it.

Certainly you will be wearing jewelry and silk dresses; I think that unlike men wearing only fine white robes, you might have a wide selection of fabrics and colors.

On Hell, this section would be brief: I know that you guys have suffered enough in this life that you don’t give much weight to the puny punishements that you might be alloted in hell. Hell is simply fire, a lot of it, and its temperature is sixty times the temperature of earth core. Hell is not upgraded with fire alarms. It was the result of lack of imagination: a million fire alarms going off and all the time would certainly scare the bejesus out of anyone, regardless if he is engulfed in fire and black smoke.

Thus, don’t fear that much, please. The mechanical instruments for conveying pain are archaic; they are mostly chains, gardening, and harvesting implements, and the sorts. There is no diabolic high tech suffering machines.

I failed to read that you might be half buried in sand to be nibbled at by ants in a scortching desert. Guantanamo Bay was, since time of creation, in the visual field of God but he refrained at the last second: God wanted to test the evil potentials of men.

I doubt that predicators go around describing in details the conditions in hell and heaven; they tend to just mention hell and heaven as if everybody was told once in his life the stories in these places, and once is enough to grab the attention of kids.

Most probably that hell was described to kids at untenable moments but I doubt heaven was ever a favorite topic to parents. My suggestion is if we feel ashamed to tell the minute details of hell and heaven as recounted in the Books, if these stories should be labeled X-rated for cruelty or sexuality and not suited for less than 18 years of age then the words hell and heaven should be scraped from theology teaching.

The level headed should desire to die. If hell, then it is a piece of cake compared to our hellish life on earth; ask any persecuted inhabitant and who was detained and tortured and humiliated. Definitely, hell has lost its power to scare.

If heaven, then hmm…it won’t be such a bad condition after all to live in. I might be slightly worried of boredom but I trust God would endow the “Houries” with enough playfulness to keep me interested for infinity. Heaven definitely can have my vote.

I sincerely hope that my readers are invested with strong sense of humor.


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