It had just turned midnight when Peter suddenly opened his eyes. He had heard an inner voice talk to his intellect in the way Angels do. "You are to meet the Lord now".
In an instant an angel assumed his place in the bed recreating an image of Peter asleep. Other angels took hold of him and whisked him away to the throne of God, he looked back at the Holy Seraphim, there was nothing between him and the Holy Trinity.
The light was blinding. One ray of that light would have lit the entire universe.
He heard three persons talking. They were rejoicing in mankind but seemed sad about the ingratitude of most of them.
"What shall we do?" one voice asked.
"They do not deserve us," said another voice.
"Let us consult our beautiful spouse".
Mary the Queen of Heaven prostrated herself before them and begged mercy for mankind.
Peter agreed and said "Lord, would you not spare mankind for the sake of my fellow bloggers?"
The Lord discussed this among themselves and said "Yes, I will spare mankind for the sake of three bloggers".
Then Brother Benedict popped his face around the corner.
"Nice cock Rob, but I'm afraid you'll be spending eternity in Hell."
"Why?' Robert shouted in his mind.
I mean, here was a guy who had spent years reciting every Catholic 'poem'. The rosary beads he had bought were equivalent to a Gibson guitar.
"Don't buy into what the angels say," said Benny the Bee, as he'd been called by students in his 'teaching' days, "they're dancing to their own tango. Unfortunately, you didn't make the cut. Hey, think of how many people are trying to get into heaven! It's popular."
Robert thought, "Why did God make so many people?"
Was God functioning like Brother Benedict's cock?
After all, God had made Benny the Bee. It wasn't hard to figure that God had some responsibility in that. At some point Brother Benedict said, "Hey, no one's perfect!"
Robert simply replied, "I love you Brother Benedict."
Peter slipped away. He looked for a computer then just disappeared. His blog would have to wait.
9 commenti:
Mescaline? Magic mushrooms? LSD? MDA? or just your own chemicals working through your system.
Hey! It might be hereditary. I heard that your brother has been hallucinating as well.
I was just finishing off Robert's story and gave you a nice outcome. You should be grateful. Sheesh!
Oops.
You don't need to say everything twice!
Ah well, it pushes my comment numbers up.
Well, the spring series has finished - there is that.
Maybe not yet.
Only time will tell.
Right - I just read the title of this post. Bummer!*
* As Brother Benedict was nicknamed.
I don't wish to add to the number of comments but I notice that Robert hasn't commented on this post at all - not even to say that he's read it.
Doesn't he even 'like' you now?
I despise you Richard.
Robert
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