OMG! What happened to Paul Buyers? Is this even possible in Heaven? What will Tomas do?
Please join this mysterious segment Wish You Were Here: Heavenly Encounters in progress inspired by Tommy Evans and Peter Sellers. I arrived at Paul’s house on Level Four. I don’t want to just go, and knocked instead. The thought of somebody stealing in Heaven disturbs me. No answer. I yelled, “Paul, it’s your mate, Tomas! I’ve come to help sort things out!” Still not getting an answer, I meditated and found Paul in the house and entered on me own. With caution, I walked through the house to a bedroom and found Paul, who sat on the floor with CDs and cassette tapes all around him. I came up to Paul. “So this is what’s left?” Paul looked up at me. “This doesn’t make sense, Tomas. They ransacked me things.” “I know.” I bent down to his eye level. “Sometimes, Heaven can surprise us. I’ll help you clean up, and I’ll make us some tea. I know you spent a lot of pounds on your stuff.” I helped him clean up and put things back where I thought they belonged. “You know, I came to your front door, I’m sorry. I was going to knock, but I didn't hear you.” Paul got off the floor. He placed the last CD on a shelf. “My boy, you didn’t steal me things. I trust you coming and going.” With those words, I reached into me pocket and pulled out a gold coin. “Paul, I say we go back to the store and buy a new telly, VCR, and VHS tapes.” “That’s a lot of bobs.” “You’re me mate, and friends help mates out.” I made the tea in the refrigerator. We sat down and drank. “It’s not what they took. It’s the principle of the matter.” “I agree, Paul.” “How this could happen in the afterlife is beyond me, Tomas.” “Well, maybe, Heaven is changing, like what happens on Earth.” Yet I couldn’t believe it, meself. The whole notion of looking for Paul will have to wait. Something is festering in Heaven, but I’m not sure of its origin. We finished our tea. “Shall we go, Paul?” Both of us walked outside, where the light of the eternal shined down on us at the right temperature. We saw other souls who enjoyed the day, smiling and in conversation strolling about. Paul and I had a purpose. We needed to buy back Paul's things. That was when we walked into a store with a for sale sign. We stopped and looked at the empty store. I scratched me chin. “Isn’t this where we got our Tellys and VCR, Paul?” “By George, you’re right. It’s gone!” I stared at the empty front window with me hands on me hips. I bit me bottom lip. “You know, Paul, there is something odd about this. Didn’t the owner say he would keep selling his tellies, and VCRs, until he got shut down?” “I remember.” “Let’s head to the video shop.” “How can I play a video without a recorder? I think that was the only store.” “You can’t. I’ve got to see something.” “Oh.” Paul led me down the street and around the corner, and we stopped at the VCR store. “Out of business, Tomas.” “It’s not souls who are pilfering places. It’s angels trying to stop us from watching our movies and specials. They are probably doing a sweep of customers from invoices, or receipts, who bought all those things. Honestly, Paul, I don’t know which is worse, souls stealing, or angels.” “In that case, we must carry on.” “What do you mean, Paul?” “They took me stuff, but not yours. Let’s go back to your place. I want to watch some videos.” Me foot shifted to the right. He doesn’t remember? “Paul, I am on a higher level than you, not to throw it in your face. If you want to see videos so bad, I can bring me stuff for you to watch. I’m sure they won’t check your place again, Paul. You have told me you have watched all your things. If you don’t mind me asking, why the interest in all these videos?” “Why the sudden interest in playing the guitar?” Me eyes tensed. “Paul, I’m worried about you. When were you at the park doing your comedy, or Shakespeare one-man show, next to the tree?” “Isn’t this more like it?” I asked Paul while I sat on a park bench as he performed his Shakespeare for me on a small area in a park. Paul stopped. “What do you think, Tomas?” |
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