Heaven Has Translucent Perimeters and Many Rooms. I Wonder Why.

wet t-shirtAsk anyone who has expired.

There IS a place called heaven or whatever you call it.

It ain’t here but you sure can get there from here.

And back again, if you want. (not many do)

But the see-thru walls…?

I still don’t get it.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.


9 Responses to “Heaven Has Translucent Perimeters and Many Rooms. I Wonder Why.”

  1. Whenever my dying father would wake up I would immediately question him about what he had been dreaming. Several times he mentioned being in rooms with walls he could see through.

    Reading a book about a woman who experienced a near death incident, I came across the same weird description of heaven having see through walls. Maybe there’s no electricity in heaven and the light has to come from outside.

  2. And gravity works there, too. Why else would we need wings?

  3. Natives in white suits. Splendid.

  4. A big, angry woman chasing my dad around in his wheelchair. That he can’t drive.

    She’s in two rooms at once as anyone can see through these translucent walls.

  5. My old man didn’t say anything about wings. That part I made up myself.

  6. When he remembered heaven it was with a different part of his “brain” because he would recite his visions initially with depth and involvement only until he realized consciously that he was analyzing his own vision.

    His demeanor regarding the vision in consciousness was one of derision for what he might have experienced. His consciousness seemed to remove the “shine” of his vision and he discounted it from that initial conscious moment onward.

  7. These analytical vision sessions occurred immediately upon my dad waking up. As soon as his eyes came open (if I was not too drunk by then) I would ask him about his vision.

    Several times while still dying at home he could remember nothing upon waking but his eyes resembled the same appearance that I later described as him being dead.

    This was the same way he was on the last day I’d seen him in the palliative care hospital.

    To me this means that several times my father visited “death” and couldn’t remember it. That recollection must exist in the future.

    If I hadn’t seen his unfocussed, lights are on but curtains drawn look up close in his eyes both before and after “death” I wouldn’t have understood what I was seeing.

    What I’m saying is that people can die before dying and live after dying. At least weeks after or before the big event.

  8. What are you thinking about? I asked the old man as he laid motionless upon his Red Cross bed.

    If. He said.

    If only…

    Neither one of us could talk anymore because too much had been said already.

  9. Ever think you’d be doing this? The old man asked as I snapped on surgeon’s gloves.

    Kicking your ass was something I thought about a lot. I said.

    Then everything after that went into not grimacing.

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