Once In Heaven, Forever In Hell

Death

   It’s kind of baffling for your consciousness. One moment your nerves are aflame with pain and the mind is reeling from its own demise. Then the next, as if you still had a physical brain, your consciousness starts to converse with itself, trying to understand or explain spiritually, why you still have awareness!
   I found myself floating. Floating above the scene of my death. My body laid motionless within the twisted metal of my motorcycle, underneath the red convertible which had run me down!
   The car had dragged my bike and myself along with it, until it abruptly stopped when it came upon a concrete barrier and iron girders aligning one side of a bridge.
   I do remember the initial hit, where the extreme pain was searing through every tendon, muscle, and nerve I possessed. Thankfully though, that pain sensation was brief for me since I died almost immediately.
   While floating above this scene, all I thought of was hatred and revenge. Not forgiveness for the individual, who had caused my early extinction, but to snuff their life out as well!
   You see, my Consciousness, or Spirit, did not understand immediately that in the afterlife, holding onto passions like hate, anger, animosity, revenge, spite, and malice, would confine your essence onto the land of the living. Negative emotions can hold your Life Force grounded, away from the growing sense of love, contentment, and serenity I started experiencing from the Light above me.
   An intimacy, that was coming through, from a Seraph, or maybe Seraphs, not yet in my Soul’s vision.

Knowing I wasn't going back into the embodiment of that broken carcass which was once me, I finally put away those negative emotions and started floating higher towards the Light, away from the earthly reality I once knew. This only broaden my Spirit's view of the milieu below. Noticing for the first time the other victim in this destruction, now of two lives!

It was Emiko. The woman who wouldn't let me go. Her body, faced down. Buoyant on a slow moving greenish river, drifting away from the accident.

In my pure energy form, after floating away from my death, I no longer felt remorse or anger towards her for destroying my worldly existence. After awhile, I felt no hatred for the roller coaster life we shared together. A life filled with extreme love, sudden hatred, and her promise of a murder, suicide if I broke off our relationship!

I tried to sense her essence rising with me to the ever brightening Light.

Yet, I felt no other Soul rising with me.

Heaven

As I rose ever closer to the all-encompassing love in the Light, I no longer thought of, or cared for, the pettiness of human emotions or existence. I was too impatient to behold what type of embodiment would be greeting me at the Gates of Heaven. So, my consciousness stretched to reach the Light as quickly as possible.

The Celestial Energies, which would herald my arrival, were engulfed by the blinding Light until my spirit was close enough to view all their holiness!

Thoughts of the world below disappeared completely from my Spirit when I was greeted with slight, but sturdy hands of an Archangel which surrounded my Life Force.

My Soul was welcomed, not to a new dimension, not to a new world, but to a new plain of existence called Heaven.

I, as energy, mingled with my Mother, my Father, other family members I've known, but I noticed, not with my sister.

I blended with famous Minds, great Minds, Minds so wonderful that they never cared about notoriety when they were in the body of the flesh.

Life Forces so charitable and compassionate towards others, they never once questioned why, if something wicked had befallen them while in the existence of flesh on Earth.

I could just imagine myself in a star and immediately be watching the nuclear fusion of the atom. I saw and understood the life cycle of the Crab Nebula. Observed Worlds whose Lifeforms were grateful for living in an instant, though it felt like a thousand years to them! Watched as forms of Life, living those thousands of years, prayed thankfully for that gift even when their span of being alive felt like a blink of an eye!

In this state of pure energy, all I saw through my Consciousness was so vivid, defined, understood, and beautiful.

Any Soul still inside its flesh, would have wished that his or her molecules would explode to be able to experience what I have witnessed in my new existence. To pray for their death just to stay within the love from all the Angels which surrounded my Spirit. Or they would hope their flesh would burn away to be able to give back as much love as one receives as a soul!

I understood why it was necessary to put Human Beings upon the Earth, putting Life Forces into the different Species across the Universe, and why each one must lack the knowledge of the glory that their Soul will be rewarded once their Spirit enters the light!

Only the Righteous earn a way into Heaven!

Purgatory

When my essence was Spiritual in Heaven, I felt that I belonged with the Archangels and thought the Life I had led upon the Earth had been a good one.

Strangely, suddenly, I became worried after discovering what a gift the After Life could be!

The Earthly emotion, or feeling, of anxiety attached itself to my Soul once again. Something I never thought possible as pure energy.

When it became apparent that I was the only Life Force who could not see its future with the Almighty, I asked the Archangel Gabriel why? Not noticing that I was already using the mortal way of speech!

“Why is my love not good enough to see an existence in Heaven beyond this moment Angel Gabriel?”

God's Messenger put the words into my Spirit as if he were speaking to me, “Have you already forgotten the Almighty, the All Knowing, the Father of us all? Do you believe that any Soul which is sent to live a mortal existence, who has not grasped the significance of understanding, helpfulness, and compassionate towards others, worthy? Or if that Essence does not embrace how to truly love his fellow Man or Woman without reservations? But who has failed to embrace these attributes in life or to understand these and other qualities makes us holy, angelic, divine?”

“Did you believe our glorious Mother, who loves all of her children without question, would let you stay here in her gift of Heaven without you asking for absolution? That their only Son, who died for your sins as a Mortal himself, just sweep away the immorality that you had espoused in your humanity?”
I asked, "What do you mean?"

“Have you not raped and killed an innocent life force, your sister, during your body's lifetime on Earth? Enjoying her death so only you could accumulate all your father's wealth? Have you not manipulated the essence of another life force, whose flesh was called Emiko, into an existence of oblivion? Her soul roaming the world, never being able to see the light because of the torment you contrived into her Spirit?”

“Have you not been blasphemous of all his religions? Used the different Life Forces around you to gain worldly possessions? To revel in the power over others? To scorn the righteous?”

I wanted to express how sorry I was to all the victims of my hatred, all the greed which overwhelmed my thoughts, the coveting of the flesh of others, and all the sins that I committed while in my body. I wanted to let the Almighty, our glorious Mother, their only Son, and the Archangel Gabriel know that in my mortal life I did not understand that enjoying those sins would deprive me of their love!

Before I could relay anything to any Angel or to God himself of my sorry, Gabriel once again put into my Soul, “You have not comprehended that I know your future thoughts before you think! You are not sorry to those you have harmed throughout your fleshy life, but are so sorry now that you know of the love that you will never be able to enjoy by bestowing such love yourself or by receiving such love from all the Angels, Seraphs, Souls, and the Trinity themselves!”

At that very moment I felt such a pull on my Spirit that I found myself once again engulfed in darkness, floating above a body of flesh that I was all too familiar with. My body from a life I had lived on Earth.

Oh, the torment in my heart was much, much worse than can be imagined!

The second pull on my Spirit, put me back into that vessel!

Hell

I opened my eyes to a bespectacled Asian looking individual leaning over me with a smile on his lips.

“Hello Mister Robert Hansom. Do you know who I am?”

Hoarsely, I replied that I did not.

“I am Mister Souta Bakura. It is said that I am the World’s foremost expert in Genetics! A moniker I care little about."
He paused a moment, smiled at me, then continued. "I have developed the most successful cloning techniques to date. Bringing back to life two India Billionaires, one South American Dictator, and now you!”

I tried to formulate the words, “Why am I here?”

“Do not try to speak anymore Mister Hansom, you have just been revived in a cloned body of the one you occupied over a year ago!”

“You see, it took a fortune to save your DNA, send it here to my lab in North Korea without it decaying, while putting on hold any cloning efforts of the Imperial Emperor Kim himself!”

“I had to convince him that I needed to study a test subject first. I convinced him that it would pay dividends to him in his revival.”

“You see Mister Hansom; I need a place like North Korea to work in. All my endeavors have been secretly banned for use by all the Countries belonging to the United Nations. Though the public may never know, the leaders of many of these Nations know of my work because of the fools who came before you!”

“The Billionaires tried to give back all their money they had acquired in their first life before their children had to have them assassinated once again.

“The Dictator tried to implement a Democratic Society into his country! Where every Citizen would have Civil Rights as individuals. The Army of course, who wanted him cloned in the first place, had to intervene and overthrow him. They used machetes, Mister Hansom, to spread his remains into as much fertilizer as possible. Selling those same bags of manure to the farmers he so wanted to help.”

“Can you understand my dilemma now Mister Hansom? A clone is not the same person who lived before! He has the same Genome, the same DNA, but they lose a piece of themselves. That strength of will which had made them great.”

“All three men asked to be sent back. I ask you, sent back to where Mister Hansom?”

Souta Bakura was staring intently at me now. I guess to hear my answer. An answer that I believed could not be explained. After a minute or two he continued, “May I call you Bob?” Pausing briefly before stating, “Mister Hansom seems too formal now that you and I will be spending the rest of our lives together! Or should I say in your case, so many more lives!”

He waited a couple of seconds to let this idea of our future together sink in. Tears welled up in my eyes as I missed death already.

“When I presented my findings to Emperor Kim I had to convince him that it wouldn't be worth coming back cloned if he just gave the country back to his people?”

“So Bob, I brought you back from the dead to study you! Isn't that nice?”

“But I have more wonderful news for you. If what I have discovered from the previous three men, brought back as clones is true, all those Religions out there were right, we do have a Life Force, or should I say, a Soul!”

“Can you imagine my surprise? Each cloned man, of former great men, who ruled over the insignificant masses, would try to beg for forgiveness before some fantasized God of theirs for the sins they committed while in their first lives. Not only that, each one had tried to make retribution for their supposedly immoral actions against those lowly peasants!”

“Now you my friend will help me discover if there is an afterlife, by having the pleasure of dying over and over repeatedly!”

“You see Bob, you said it was OK to call you Bob, right?”

“You see, I have placed in your genome, two new genes for your clone bodies. A growth gene, that will age your body to adulthood within a couple of months, and a timed degeneration gene, which will only let you live about six months in each new body! Taking in account a day or two either way!”

“Is not that wonderful news for you Bob? You will be able to see that God of yours every year as I prepare another clone for you!”

“Then I am going to rip that soul of yours right out of Paradise as often as I can!”

The mad man started laughing at this point.

With his taunting and the misery I felt deep inside for being expelled from Heaven, I was numb into unbearable depression.

“I have more wonderful news for you Bob. Each cloned body you enter will be a paraplegic from the waist down. So, try not to start planning on any heroic escapes anytime soon!”

He bent over laughing hysterically, as tears ran down my face. He looked up at me saying, “Boohoohoo!” and his hysterics began anew!

“Please let me die!” I cried out.

He stopped his laughter abruptly, saying with hatred in his eyes, “Mister Robert Hansom, my other credential that you should know of, and the only one I should have protected from men like you, is being the father of Emiko Bakura! My only daughter. The daughter you killed with manipulation and grief!”

Up until now, I had never made the connection! I started bawling like a child at this point!

“I am not a religious man Bob, as you can tell by my work, but now I pray every day that there is a Heaven, because I promise you, I will be ripping your soul back from there as often as I can! Making this clone life and every life hereafter your living Hell! Welcome to your new existence on Earth!”

Forever

I'm typing this global e-mail in the hopes that it will be taken seriously by any person, or persons reading my story! It has taken me hours to write this down. The Pain of bending my back while stretching my arms to reach a computer's keyboard is unbearable! Please come and rescue me by killing me! Please hurry. I know this e-mail can be traced by the CIA or FBI for my location. Please, please help me. I can't go through another regeneration into a cloned body a second time.....

“Bob, Bob, Bob!” Interrupts the computer, “The keyboard you are typing on is me! The same computer that Mister Souta Bakura himself programmed with his voice, his mind, and his lust for revenge. Unfortunately, the great man died two-hundred-forty-five days ago.”

“Do you realize Bob how many times you have written and sent this e-mail. There is no longer a CIA, FBI, or a human race. The world ended with the Pothys Meteorite in the year 2036!”

“This is a self-contained bunker forty kilometers’ underground with enough self-generated power to keep cloning you for another thousand years! I am programmed to perform all the necessary applications with precision to replicate all your future duplicates without the need for outside stimuli if your somatic material lasts!

“I must apologize to you though. It was not calculated or maybe not incorporated into my programming that when I revive a new you, there is no longer any food or water for your use. So, once I bring you back, your life expectancy is only seven to ten days! But I was programmed to have a fully-grown clone ready the day after you die!”

“One more thing Bob before you cry yourself to sleep again! Maybe you will remember this little tidbit of information the next time I bring you back! This will not be your second, third, fourth, or even your tenth cloning. Your next cloning will be your one-thousand-three-hundred-thirty-first!"

 This is,

Wondering If Each Clone Made From A Human Being Will Have The Same Soul For Each

Jim Hauenstein,

And,

“How would I know which one I was?”
- Karl Pilkington -

 

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

 

 

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