August 4, 2023
The sound of thieves filled the air. All around were flames. They’d broken into the pantry and grabbed the lettuce. I lay in bed, completely terrified. I dared not move a muscle. I wanted to die so that I could know God. I wanted to understand reality.
God came to me in a dream, in the form of a dove. He explained the the basics. That we are all connected. We are one. Reality is not the end, there is more. More than one could ever imagine. This is a temporary experience.
I still don’t understand why, though. Because I always hear people say that on the other side we already know everything. We are everything and we’ve been everything. So doesn’t that make learning irrelevant? They always say we come here to learn and to expand our consciousness. How can you do that if you’re already everything?
Tiny Tim was hiding beneath the floor boards. There were trolls in his house. He dared not move. He was shaking with fear.
“Where's the boy?” Asked one of the trolls. “I’m hungry! It’s time to eat!”
“Maybe he crawled under the rug?” Replied a troll with a long nose.
The trolls entered the living room. They destroyed everything and tore the walls down.
“He’s gotta be here!”
Tiny Tim felt a sneeze coming on.
“Oh fuck me,” he whispered. “They’re gonna know I’m here!”
Tiny Tim let out a horrendous sneeze. The entire house shook. The trolls raced towards the source of the sound.
“Who’s there!” They demanded.
“Leave me alone!” Begged Tiny Tim. “I’m just a young lad! I don’t want to be around you guys!”
The trolls began ripping up the floor boards. They grabbed Tim by the ankles. The poor boy shrieked in horror.
“Let me down!”
The trolls took him over to the kitchen and chopped him up. They cooked a fine feast. They even followed one of Gordon Ramsay’s cooking tutorials on YouTube.
“What a wonderful smell!” Squealed a troll.
The hideous family started a fire in the backyard and enjoyed their feast. There was so much love.
“Maybe he crawled under the rug?” Replied a troll with a long nose.
The trolls entered the living room. They destroyed everything and tore the walls down.
“He’s gotta be here!”
Tiny Tim felt a sneeze coming on.
“Oh fuck me,” he whispered. “They’re gonna know I’m here!”
Tiny Tim let out a horrendous sneeze. The entire house shook. The trolls raced towards the source of the sound.
“Who’s there!” They demanded.
“Leave me alone!” Begged Tiny Tim. “I’m just a young lad! I don’t want to be around you guys!”
The trolls began ripping up the floor boards. They grabbed Tim by the ankles. The poor boy shrieked in horror.
“Let me down!”
The trolls took him over to the kitchen and chopped him up. They cooked a fine feast. They even followed one of Gordon Ramsay’s cooking tutorials on YouTube.
“What a wonderful smell!” Squealed a troll.
The hideous family started a fire in the backyard and enjoyed their feast. There was so much love.
The cattle had begun to crowd around the orb. The ball was glowing and emitting light. All the animals watched in awe. They started to grow spiritually.
Up in the clouds was a man with six toes. He was humming in the air. His colleagues were below on the ground. They were in the city streets, on their lunch break.
“What’s going on up there!?” Screamed the boss.
The man in the clouds just closed his eyes and went back to sleep. He was tired of having to explain everything.