The real house of detention (an allegory)

Can you take your life? Can you give life? If you can answer both questions, “yes,” you are God, Christ, and all prophets and enlightened clairvoyant seers combined!

On those two questions, I can honestly say “don’t cheat”. With that, I begin this article. Who wouldn’t love to be consciously more than they are and have the power to do more than they can even take and give life at will or better than Darth Plagueis the Wise / Hego Damask the Sith Lord in “Star Wars”?

In fact, and sadly, we have to settle for self-control that is still underneath that kind of power, like God creating dirt from scratch with only nature on his side, as opposed to the scientist who needs all kinds of “stuff” , complicated machines and processes to create dirt from “nothing”. Yes, the real house of detention that we all face are the very concepts of limitation, weakness and dependency: as the politician in power depending on the support of the people to maintain power, make laws and do “everything”, that is a point. flagrant. of what I essentially mean by authentic weakness, dependency and limitations or commitment.

So here’s the allegorical part of this article: A politician has a near-death experience. That politician meets the creator they believe in. The creator or God / Deity / Source gives them the option of going to heaven or hell. First the politician sees the sky, people sitting in the clouds bored, strumming the harp strings for eternity without having to eat, drink or do anything “interesting.” It is “just heaven”. Then the politician goes to hell and finds it “better than Earth” like the immoral party he never had with “good sex”, wild party arrangements, thrills, and “wonderful and exciting immoral things” like drugs that you they settle without the other. consequences of them. Things an immoral person would like anyway. So since he gets the whole “party” in hell instead of boredom and eternal, peaceful life and the strumming of the harp in heaven. That politician says and means “send me to hell for eternity, that’s true paradise!” and even files documents on that near-death experience with the devil to go there. Then the politician really dies, and there is nothing but emptiness. No fire, no brimstone. Just empty and absolutely nothing. “God says, I can’t help you, you signed the papers and yourself to the devil. The devil says,” all that fascinating and exciting scene was the campaign, and this nothing is the real and genuine office you signed for. Read the contract! “Too late and that’s how it works. Look at the reality, the technicality, and all that counts for details.