Well, I’d get tired of floating around there in Purgatory looking at everything after a while. Now Purgatory is this special place, I’ve heard, for people wherein it can’t be decided if they are good or bad since they haven’t matured enough for it to be discerned (i.e., in the cases of unborn fetuses and young babies) or with more grown, older people who are too much a mix of both good and bad to be placed either into Heaven or Hell.Īnd I surely don’t want to be in a Hell created out of Hieronymus Bosch’s mind! So I’d prefer Purgatory. Well, the Devil King wouldn’t like me either since I’d yell at him and maybe even kick him (unless he took my legs away to punish me). Supposedly there is Hell fire and horrible happenings with torture in the Devil’s land. Well, in my fantasy about God et al, God would get sick of me after a while and send me off to the Devil. As a parent, you are supposed to assist and guide - not pit your offspring against each other. I’d tell him that he is a bad parent because this vicious plan is not the way that you are supposed to treat whatever you make and supposedly love. Instead God, if this Heaven were a real place in another dimension, would get a mouthful from me about the way that he let this planet Earth down by causing it to operate out of brutality since evolution runs on everything competing and/or gobbling up others in a closed energy system, such as we have on Earth. I won’t sit as a supplicant or a worshipper at an authoritarian God’s feet were I to ever go to a place called Heaven - a place that lots of Christians believe exists. I don’t want a gold palace, nor jewels after dying. So they equated happiness and Heaven with wealth perhaps. It is because the African Americans in this community were relatively poor. I think that I may know the reason that there was talk of gold and jewels. People are not born into those sorts of ugliness.)Īnyway, at the funeral, there was a lot of talk by the minister about this friend now being with God and having a gold palace from God encrusted with jewels since he was so faithful to God. Then she calmed down while staring in wonder at his very dark face. Then I touched her shoulder while she was still in his arms and said that everything is okay as this is Mom’s dear friend.
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So she was startled, apparently, to see someone with skin almost like ebony. Then she cried to look at his face, which was so dark that it was almost black.
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When my daughter was three weeks old, I ran up to this now dead friend with my daughter in my arms and laid her into his own. Nobody batted an eyelid since everyone who knew the dead person knew that he had a deep and long enduring relationship with my family involving strong mutual love.
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The two of them were the only white skinned people in the church.
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Some years ago, my mother and another relative of mine went to a funeral mass near Philadelphia, PA. Share on WhatsApp Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share on Telegram Share on Reddit Share on Email An Angel Leading a Soul into HellĬo-Written By Sally Dugman and Steven Earl Salmony