Heaven or Hell, The reception office
For those who have not read my previous adventures in “The Perpendicular World”, “One Step to Eden” and “Dracula” I need to tell that I am an artist-painter who owns an
art gallery in Hilton Head Island and play golf with the members of Palmetto Dunes Golf Club. I am an ordinary man who acquired extraordinary powers in The Perpendicular
Lise, my wife doesn’t know about it nor does she know anything about my adventures in The Perpendicular World, my encounter with Dracula and how I fought with its help
an Alien invasion that would have destroyed our world. I destroyed The Balboars spaceship in which Dracula was trapped and we got rid of it at the same time.
She knows about Eden since I finally convinced her to walk through the contraption we found at the Marriott Hotel drug dealer auction. We now live partly in Eden and partly
on Earth in Hilton Head Island.
To reward me for saving the world, the USA president initiated a huge purchase of my paintings from a number of USA museums totalizing $100 million dollars and awarded
me 10% of all the profit that will be generated from the advanced technology I got from an alien civilization “The Birdies” that presently live in The Perpendicular World.
With that technology the department of defense is presently building our first interstellar spaceship and once tested successfully, they will build a fleet of advanced spaceship
for the defense of our world against a future alien invasion and will serve to explore star systems with life sustaining planets for colonization. I will also get 10% of the cost of
building those spaceships.
My wife doesn’t know that we are now immensely rich; I decided not to tell her since she would be traumatized by a sudden change in our lifestyle. She is very happy with the
life we live now and our frequent visit to the Eden world are always wonderful.
I don’t want her to know about my adventures and special abilities either since she would start worrying every time I have to leave home for a few days since she will know
that I am going on a dangerous mission.
To face the Alien invasion I was granted a permit to kill anyone that would try to stop me in my fight to save the world and I still got this permit since I am the ultimate defense
weapon against another attack by the Balboars.
The Hubbel visit
We met the Hubbel 5 years ago and had dinner with them. Lise like to go shopping or bicycling with Laura and I like to play golf with her husband Richard. We are both
a 10-12 handicap golfers and enjoy the competition.
Richard and Laura are cultured and we never lack of subjects to talk about. We have many friends in Eden but very few ones here on Earth.
Richard and I were having a drink at the Palmetto Dunes beach bar awaiting our charming and beloved girls. We had played a golf game that afternoon and they were to join
us there for the lobster special night.
They were late by one hour and I had the intuition that something bad had happen to them. They had gone to Savannah for a nice day of shopping and should have been
back with us at the bar by 5:00PM.
“They may have had a car accident” I said to Richard. “Let’s call the police and find out if there was one and if the identity of the victims if any.
I called and found out that there had been a terrorist attack in Savannah that killed 28 people and injured 98 more.
“I need to know if they are safe Richard, I said; for this I will do an astral trip, an out of body travel to Savannah. Let’s move to that corner table where you will hold my body
while I am away.”
We moved our drink to that corner table where I sat in the lotus position and induced total muscle relaxation. Richard was holding me and I let go and turned my soul around
and out of the body turning from right to left and I saw the two of us sitting under where I was floating. I then sped up towards Savannah and a height where I could watch any
It took me only a few seconds to find the smoked and the crowd at one of the shopping centers and I flew down and quickly flew over the whole area and inside.
Lise and Laura were safe except for a few small cuts and they were being taken care of. I flew back over the shopping center and watched if I could find any Arab or
Pakistanis’ bystanders that would look suspect and I spotted a group of three men that could well be the terrorists. They got into a minivan and I took the license number. I
then flew back to the Palmetto Dunes bar and back into my body.
“They are safe!” I said as I opened up my eyes.
“Did you see them? Are they injured?” Asked Richard worriedly.
“Just a few scratches, nothing serious and they were being taken care of.
At that time Richard got a call on his cellular, it was Laura; she told him what happened…we are not seriously hurt, she said, just a few scratches but they insist to take us to
a Savannah hospital; we will come back later on today.
Meeting with the President of the USA
“Would you mind holding my body again Richard”, I asked, “I need to do another astral trip and at one point my body will be just gone. Don’t worry, I will be back at the condo
later on but I need to act at once to get that terrorist cell out.
He held me; I induced total relaxation and quickly moved my soul out and fly at incredible speed to the White House. Once there, I spotted the president and took the exact
space time location to the ten decimals of his office back corner and jumped my body in.
Jumping is always dangerous since if a piece a furniture or a person occupy the space I jumped my body to, there will be a tremendous explosion that could kill everybody in
“Hi Mr. President” I said as he looked up to the sudden wooosh noise as the air was suddenly displaced.
“Hi Richard” the president said not overly surprised since he had seen me doing it a number of times when I fought the alien invasion. (Previously in “Dracula” story).
I told him about the terrorist attack in Savannah and the license plate of the suspects. The president called right away the FBI director.
“I can help to take them out if you wish Mr. President if you give me the address of the car owner.
“And how will you do that?” Asked the president.
“I separate my soul from my body and fly in an immaterial state to that location; once there, I go through the walls and find the terrorists; then I register the exact space-time
coordinates of a corner of that room and jump back to my body. Then I jump my body in that location like I have been doing here.”
“So once you are there, won’t they shoot you?”
“No, I still have the Dracula invisible cloak and my laser gun the Birdies from the Perpendicular World gave me. (Read “The Perpendicular World”)
Once there, I can shoot them or interrogate them. The apartment might be booby trapped and the FBI agents might be killed as they burst through the door…”
“Yes, you are right; said the President, they will prefer to die as martyrs in an explosion than to face intense interrogation and a lifetime in Guantanamo. If the apartment is
booby trapped, shoot them and if you can do it, please disable their bomb so that we can find important information in their computer and documents that will lead us to their
“I don’t like to kill people Mr. President but these terrorists want to kill our babies and children, our wives and as many innocent people as they could; they are worst than
snakes. Yes I will shoot them but I will try to interrogate them first if I can before shooting them. I will sit now and proceed to my astral trip; please do not move my body.”
The president had already found out the address and showed me the location. I sat, relaxed and a few seconds later, I was hovering in the terrorists apartment.
The Muslim terrorists
The four terrorists were sitting in the living room watching Fox News live showing the victims of the explosion; some of them were crying for the loss of their loved ones. The
Islamists were joking and slapping their thighs in glee. Two of them were obviously high on some drugs. There was some bomb connected to the entrance door; the
apartment would explode if the FBI tried to get in.
I registered the exact space-time location to the tenth decimal of one corner of the living room and jumped back instantly to my body. I told the president what I saw and
jumped back with my body to my Hilton Head Island condo. There was no one there; Lise was with the Hummels at the beach bistro where I had left them.
I had hidden the invisibility cloak and the laser gun in the guest’s bedroom inside one the mattresses since I hadn’t told her about my Dracula encounter and the alien
invasion. The less she knew about my special abilities and adventures the less she would worry when I had to leave for a period of time. When I left for Transylvania, I just
told her that I had a showing in France and would be away for a week or two at the most.
I took the cloak out and put it on and grabbed the laser gun and jumped to the terrorists’ apartment.
“Allah gave life to all that live on our world; by killing innocent people you have loss your way to Heaven.” I said in a powerful voice.
The terrorists jumped from the sofa and looked everywhere. I waited until they sat again.
One of the two that were high still had his gun in his hand. I lifted my laser gun and cut his head off. The blood splashed out of the empty neck and spilled on one of his
partners as the headless body and the head toppled down to the floor. I hid the laser back inside the cloak.
The three remaining terrorists kneeled to the floor and started to pray asking Allah to forgive them.
“Who and where are your leaders?” I asked in the same powerful tone of voice.
They looked again everywhere hesitating.
I took aim with the laser gun and cut the head off the other terrorist that was high on drug.
“Don’t move; answer me!” I added.
They started to talk at the same time telling me everything they knew. They had been trained in Iran in the special division of international assassins under the Supreme
Leader of Iran the Ayatollah Khardhani. They told me the location of their training camp.
I then shot them both and cut the wires connecting the bomb with my laser and jumped back to the President office.
“They are dead now, Mr. President, I killed the four of them after they gave me the name of their leader and the location of their training camp. I also disabled
the booby trap.”
“Good riddance!” Commented the president. “Now that we can’t court martial them in Guantanamo, we would have been afflicted of interminable court hearing and we don’t
even have space in our crowded jails.
A liberal judge could even have released them on bail…but tell me who their leader is and where is their training camp?”
“They have been working directly under the Ayatollah Khardhani and their training camp is located about twenty miles from Tehran.”
I am calling the secretary of defense and set up a meeting with the SEALOGCENT's commander, Gerthner who also serve as commander, Task Force 53 and commander,
Logistics Forces, U.S. Naval Forces Central. Would you please stay at the White House and assist to the meeting?”
“Absolutely! Mr. President; I am honored by that invitation! I replied.
The president showed me the way to a comfortable room where I lied down and soon fell asleep.
A few hours later a group of generals, the Secretary of defense were sitting in the oval office and on a screen I could see Commander Gerthner assisting from his Aircraft
Carrier office. They discussed what should be the appropriate immediate response to this latest attack on American soil.
It was decided that killing the Ayatollah Khardhani was the only response that would stop Iran in its effort to destroy the modern world.
“Would you get there and set up on the roof of the main building a device to guide our bombs?” Asked the president?
“I will induce the astral trip now; I need silence and please don’t move my body.”
A few seconds later I was flying over Tehran. I found the training camp and registered the exact space-time coordinates to the tenth decimal of a spot on the roof of the main
building. I then rushed back in my body.
“I am ready to do it” I said.
A marine brought me the device and I jumped to the main building roof of the training camp and setup the device. I then relaxed and did an astral trip inside and found a
room where the Ayatollah and a few of the leaders were having a conference. I moved back to my body on the roof and jumped back to the president office.
“He is there, Mr. President” I said, “perhaps you should take advantage of it and bomb the building now.”
The president gave the order.
“I will return and witness the destruction, Mr. President.”
I jumped back to the main building roof and then to the ground where I was immediately arrested. The guards brought me inside to the Ayatollah.
“How did you get here, dirty infidel?” The Supreme leader asked.
“I came to assist to your demise dirty dog.” I replied
At that moment I sensed the incoming of the devil: a dark malevolent mass was now hovering over me, coming for me. I was frightened like I had never been before; there
was a foreboding of immediate danger. I jumped back to the President office but something seized me in mid flight and there was a weird sensation of movement; there was a
moment of total darkness and suddenly I was on the ground, unfamiliar ground. I looked up and saw three moons over my head and one of them had an atmosphere, some
continents and oceans.
On a strange world, doorway to the Heaven or Hell admission office
I was on a different world and there was a foreboding feeling of danger I could not ignore. I tried to jump back to my condo but it did not work. I tried the White House oval
office to no avail. I could not jump to my world; I was lost on a strange planet and in danger. I was still holding in my right hand the invisible cloak and the laser gun tucked
inside. The Supreme leader guards had seen my hand open with nothing in it never doubting that I was holding something invisible to their eyes.
I looked around; I was standing on a strip of artificial hard material in the middle of a desert. The ground was flat and there were some kind of cactus with growths coming out
of the main mass that I would call flowers had they not been so repulsive. There were no hills but a speck of something was visible at the horizon on my right. The strip was
leading to it. I walked in that direction and it was an oasis and a few people were watching my arrival.
One of them was a priest and he walked to me offering me his hand.
“Welcome to Nowhere;” he said, “I am father O’Leary.”
“Hi father,” I replied somewhat under shock, “that isn’t possible; you are one of the characters of my trilogy “Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story”.
“We will have plenty of time to talk about it,” said the good father, “but let me introduce you to my companions. This is John, a retired navy officer.”
I shook hand with him and looked into his eyes and I saw the understanding, the maturity, the self confidence and the awareness of a man that had work for his government .
“Hi John,” I said, “I know you; you are the main character of my trilogy and I love you just as much as I love our good father O’Leary.
John looked at me trying to analyze what kind of man would say such a preposterous thing but decided to reserve his opinion for later. He smiled and said nothing.
“This is Joan.”
The most exquisite woman that had been my wife in my trilogy shook my hand.
“I always loved you Joan and I am still totally in love with you. You were my wife in a story I wrote and we have been through a lot together.”
She looked at me right into my eyes and further right into my soul. There was nothing I could hide from that perceptive woman and she saw that I was sincere; she saw how
much I loved her and she came closed and kissed me on the lips.
“How long have you been here”, I asked.
“I was transported from Terra two days ago.” Joan said.
“I have been here for 5 days and came from Soil”, the good father said.
“I came from Dirt 3 days ago”, said John.
“And I am just arriving from Earth.” I replied. “So we came from different worlds, from different universes, parallel universes and the people who transported us here are very
powerful and probable watching us right now.”
“It might be God Himself that transported us here.” Father O’Leary said. “And He might be testing us.”
John was six foot two inches, slim, athletic and very handsome. He was probably in his seventies but look like he was in his mid fifties. John had an imposing presence; he
was a born leader. There was something about him that would make you refer to him for an important decision; perhaps his maturity and the fact that looking at him, one
knew that he would not ridicules anyone. There was also that dignity in him something rare to be found in a government assassin. I guest he had his own code of ethic just
like I had. We had both turn into killers for the good sake of the world.
Joan was slim, very beautiful, extremely perceptive and bursting with life. She looked to be in her fifties but might well be much older.
Father O’Leary was massive just as tall as John but with an extra 50 pounds of muscle hidden by a thick layer of fat. He wasn’t obese though; he was just imposing and
looked very good humored. It seems that there was always a trace of smile on his handsome face.
“Yes it might be God that brought us here but it might also be the Devil.” I said and went on telling them the circumstances of my involuntary trip here. “…the Devil was
coming to me when I tried to jump back to my condo and I landed here.” I finished.
“Interesting” Joan said, “you can jump from one place to another instantly…”
“Yes, I developed that ability in the Perpendicular World, a fascinating world inhabited by an advanced species The Birdies. I jumped to that world seizing the fast
disappearing images that came to the corner of my left eye, seizing it and wishing to be there. I went there many times; I must have spent more than 40 years there, getting
younger and more powerful every time and when I came back to Earth after each trip there, I came back at the same time I left. This is why I called that world The
Perpendicular World where the time line is perpendicular to our time line on Earth. In the months following each trip to the Perpendicular world, my body ages rapidly back to
what it was before I left ”
“It seems to me that you are holding something in your right hand,” commented John, “but I can’t see it”
“I got an invisible cloak from Dracula and a laser gun tucked in it, a gift from the Birdies.
I showed them the gun and then covered me with the cloak becoming invisible.
“This cloak is awesome; please tell me about that Dracula.” Joan asked.
I realized that these people must have found very boring the days they had spend here; the foreboding sense of danger was not immediate so I went on telling them about
the Alien invasion and how I woke up Dracula and succeeded to get his help in the fight against the Balboars.
“Then my wife almost got killed in the Savannah Muslim terrorists attack and I decided to fight them under the President direction.” I finished.
“We had some problems with the Muslims too on my world,” said John, “but we got them out.”
“We got fed up”, John said, “ with the United Nations that were siding with the Muslim dictators so we stop our funding and started the Free World United Nations with many
countries across the world. Each country contributed to an international force and we destroyed the power plants of Iran and Pakistan. We declared illegal the practice of
Islam and the Charia laws. We closed all the Mosques in all the Free United Nation worlds and stop any business with any country that would tolerate it. We took control of
the Middle East petroleum by force. We open huge prison camps where we deported all the illegals that would go on practicing in our countries.
The few illegal countries that did not follow were totally closed to the rest of the world. We inundated their television and radio networks with messages of liberty and respect
for their women and for those who do not share their beliefs. We used the network to warn the people to stop going to the Mosques since we intended to destroy them one at
a time. We told the population to revolt against the clericals for lying to them and for treating the women with injustice; mutilating them, covering their faces preventing them
to live an active life with equal rights to the men. We told them that the Charia and the Koran text had been written 150 years after Mohammed death and it wasn’t what
The message caught and slowly the population abandoned the Islam tradition. The destruction of a few Mosques filled with fanatics helped too. They understood the
message. That was twenty years ago and there were no more terrorists attacks and the world was not safer when I got here.”
“Yes but what happened when you destroyed Pakistan power plants? Did they retaliate? Did they send their nuclear missiles to destroy the European countries or the USA?''
“We were prepared for that; and we had our satellites to watch their activity. They launched some missiles but we destroyed them in the air and bomb the missiles sites. After
that they beg us to help them and accepted to make the practice of Charia and Islam illegal. We forced the army to get rid of the fanatics that had infiltrated their secret
services and we let them repair their power plants.”
“What about Russia and China? Did they interfere?” I asked.
“No they kept watching but did nothing.”
“How wonderful,” I said, “you are free from that terrible menace. Earth is presently in great danger of a nuclear destruction and the Muslims are responsible for the situation.
They even kill other Muslims, the Sunni kill the Chiite by bombing them; many of them are bloodthirsty animals with angelic faces.”
“Let’s forget about that for now,” Father O ‘Leary said, “we are stuck here and I want to show you something. Perhaps it is a way out of here.
He took me to a very strange building completely surrounded by a wide moat. The moat was 200 foot wide and I sensed danger lurking inside, some kind of monsters.
On our side of the moat was a statue of an alien, the statue was 12 to 16 foot tall and represented a very slim insectoid biped with deployed wings and fur on its chest. The
colors of that alien were very beautiful and its face bare some similarities to a mouse head but much more beautiful. The large eyes seemed to be adapted for night life and
bore a sense of great intelligence and maturity.
There was a pedestal at its base and a 5 foot urn was standing on it. Some signs were carved in the side of the urn and I figured that it was probably a message from those
who built the statue. There were three circles that caught my attention.
“If we move the moat water with a stick, something wicked comes our way”. Father O’Leary said.
“We can’t stay here too long”, John said, “I sense that we are in danger here on this world.
“I sense that too”. I replied. “Nothing immediate though. Is there anything to eat here, I am famished”.
“We eat the nuts growing on the few tree of this oasis but they are becoming scarce and hard to reach” Joan said.
“I might be able to do an astral trip and find out what lays at the other end of that road, I said, “perhaps I could identify the source of this danger we both sense John. I could
perhaps find some cities, some people…”
“I believe you should do that”, Joan said.
“For that I need to relax, I need some privacy and someone to hold my head, would you do that Joan?”
“Yes darling,” said Joan with a smile, “come with me on the farthest side of the oasis, there is some kind of shelter”.
She must have caught my intentions; I am not known as a time waster.
We left John and father O’Leary and walked there where we sat close to each other.
“I need to prepare myself for the astral trip and if you kiss me, it would help”. I said.
She looked at me and guest that what I wanted was way more than one kiss; she smiled in a very erotic way and kissed me. We both undressed and made love passionately.
After that we held each other until I was ready again. We made love three times.
“Now I am ready to try it”, I said.
She held me tenderly as I induced total mind relaxation and moved out of my body turning form left to right and suddenly hovering over the two of us. I left at full speed
following the road and soon reached a very strange city. The abrupt ramp leading to the interior of the buildings could not be climbed by man so I guessed that the people
that had live in that city were some kind of quadrupeds. The city was dead, Nothing was moving.
The buildings had many opening and the walls were twisted in some improbable ways; you just couldn’t understand the architectural sense. It had been designed from very
different minds but there was a desire to create beauty otherwise the buildings would just be squared.
The buildings were interconnected and of strange colors. The color was inside the material that looks like marble and the color as well as the wall material look fresh and
would probably resist to the weather erosion forever.
I flew my immaterial body inside one of the buildings and followed the corridors and went through the different parts. There was a large room with a pool in the middle and
many skeletons. They were quadrupeds and look like centaurs. Parts of their body were covered by some kind of shields and swords were lying on the floor beside the
There were some kind of stools and other contraptions that had been thrown every which way and I could imagine that there had been a fight. Some of the bones had been
gnawed by what had killed the quadrupeds.
I went on and spotted scenes of carnage in many places. I left the city and flew at high altitude in the hope to find an inhabited settlement and found other scenes of carnage;
everyone had been killed and eaten. Then I spotted a castle and flew over it. I immediately sensed some alien thoughts trying to get inside my mind. Whoever was trying to
get in my mind was repugnant and evil.
I could block it having practice mind blocking with the telepathic Birdies on the Perpendicular world.
I decided to get inside the castle and found a large room with hundreds of demon statues. Each one was twelve foot high and the demons were standing on powerful goat
legs ending in hooves. They seemed to be hard as stone but I detected life in each one of them. One of the statues, the one right in front of me was looking at me and I
detected a movement in the clawed fingers. The demon was getting out of the stasis he had put himself in; they were probably awaiting the arrival of a new foe on this world,
some spaceship landing but they were surely not expecting my presence. They nevertheless spotted me in my immaterial state.
Now they would come searching for us and we better find a way to get out of this world. I rushed back to my new friends and awoken in Joan’s arms. We return to where we
had left John and Father O’Leary.
John looked at Joan and then at me and I knew that he had guessed what we had been doing.
“You know Joan”, John said, “I also have feelings for you even though we have met only two days ago and I would like to have a chance to win your heart.”
I realized that what Joan would reply would decide the relationship between John and I. I wanted to get John friendship but I did not want to lose Joan. Why not share, I
“My dear John, I sensed your sentiments towards me”, Joan replied, “and I have the same for you. Tonight if we can, I will be yours; you will both have me.”
“I am ok with that John”, I said, “only one woman and the two of us in love with her…we can share; it will be awkward but if we do not try to have more time with her than the
other one, it should work; it is a matter of respecting the other and treat him the way we wish to be treated.”
“I will love you both equally.” Joan added.
John looked at me and thought it over for a moment.
“I don’t want to kill you Richard”, John said, “let’s give it a try and let’s be friend.”
We shook hands at that and Joan kissed us both.
Father O’Leary had not said a word, he had just observed keeping out of it.
“All right, my friends,” the good father said, “now I want to know what you found out Richard about this world and what is menacing us.”
“The demons will be coming,” I said, “We have to get out of here. The way out got to be through that building in the middle of the moat. Otherwise God or whoever put us
here might as well have killed us.”
I went to the statue and tried to lift the urn cover. It was jammed. I looked for a way to open it and my attention was caught again by the three circles. The Statue hand had
three fingers and I thought that the three circles were probably a place the alien would put his fingers on.
I tried to press in the three circles carved on the side of the urn at the same time and heard a click.
“Please lift the cover,” I said, “while I keep my fingers on the circle John.”
John lifted the cover and we saw that the urn was filled with a green powder. It was the same color as the moat water.
“Let’s carry the urn closer to the moat,” I said, “I will try something.”
John helped me with it for it was very heavy. Once at the moat, I took a handful of the green powder and threw it on the moat. There was some kind of chemical reaction and
a path of rocks that were at the water level and totally unnoticeable changed color at the contact of the powder.
We walked from one rock to the other as I threw more of the green powder ahead and we reached the other side of the moat without ever touching the water and being
attacked by the monsters lurking underneath. We walked around the strange building to find an entrance to no avail.
“Have you noticed the carving on the wall?” Joan asked. “It was the right size to hold in the urn.” She went on.
“You must be right,” Joan, “John said, “it got to be the way in; I noticed nothing else.”
Father O’Leary who had been carrying the heavy urn brought the urn to the carving and inserted it. It was fitting perfectly.
Suddenly a part of the wall disappeared and the opening had the urn shape and was big enough to let us go through.
“What do we do?” I asked John, “Do we just walk in? Perhaps the opening will also let the demons go through and I sensed them coming, they must be nearby already.”
“My child,” Father O’Leary said,” wait for me inside the open wall, but not any deeper inside the building; I don’t think it will close on you and crush you. I will bring back the
urn where it was so that if some people are transported here they will also have a way to leave this world and once I am back and we all walk inside, there is a possibility that
the wall will close again and prevent the demons to reach us.”
The father was already running over the stones in great agility with the heavy urn in his arms. He had just placed it back on the pedestal when I saw a group of demons
running on the road towards the little oasis. They were running very fast and I worried about the chance of the good father to escape them.
He rushed over the stones at full speed; one demon was reaching the moat and splashed in it to be caught immediately by the tentacles of one of the monsters underneath.
More demons walked into the moat and fought the moat monsters, ripping the tentacles apart and swimming quickly towards us. Father O’Leary reached us and we all walk
inside the building and watched the wall opening close. We were safe for now but we did not linger, we walked quickly through the corridors and the rooms trying to find
something or someone that will help us escape from that dangerous world.
There was no one but we found a room with a wall covered with primitive weapons, swords, fencing swords, knives, axes, lances, shields and helmets, gloves, sheaths for the
swords and knives, first aid kits. There was a cream in the first aid kit and I applied it on a small scratch, the result of too much passion and the scratch disappeared under
“That cream has tremendous healing power,” I commented to my friends.
“And here,” Father O’Leary said, “is a mirror that isn’t a mirror; I put my finger on it and went right through. I could sense a gush of wind on the other side of this mirror simile.”
The mirror was twelve foot high by 6 foot wide. We looked at it and pushed a sword right through and pulled it back.
“It got to be our way out,” I commented, “it is the door to another world.”
“Perhaps the door to Heaven!” Father O’Leary added.
“Do you think we are dead Father?” I asked. “Perhaps we died and were given a new body and a testing challenge…”
“Richard, I don’t think so,” the good father replied, “
“In such case,” I commented, “all those weapons will somehow become very useful in the next world. John, you have been a navy officer and one of the best armed and open
hand combatant for your country. We will need a leader and you are surely the most experienced in that role amongst us. So I propose you to be our leader; what do you
think Joan and you Father?”
“Yes sure.” Joan said.
“You can be my leader John; I will follow your orders as long as they don’t go against the teachings of my church. If I feel uncomfortable about it, if it goes against my ethics, I
will tell you.” Father O’Leary said.
“Thank you my friends; I accept the responsibility but if I say jump, you got to do it. If I am not sure about a decision to make, I will refer to all three of you. But my intuition of
immediate danger tells me that we can’t stay here; we need to go through that mirror simile and well armed.”
John told us to put on the leg, arms and body armor, and the helmet and to select a sword and a knife we feel comfortable with and a lance as well.
“You know John, when I come back from my trips in the Perpendicular World where I get young and strong, my body age quickly. I was due for a rejuvenating trip there since
I got tired playing an 18 holes of golf. This sword and the body armor were intended for a younger man and I don’t know if I will be of much help if we get into a fight.”
“I understand,” John said, “But God or whoever put us here, must know about that. We are all in our sixties and we all lost much of our younger age energy. If we can’t cope
with the incoming challenges, they would have just killed us instead of transporting us here. Also we need a plan, an objective; we can’t just get through that mirror door to
another world without a goal, an objective. So there got to be a map that comes with that mirror showing us where we should go. ”
“Here is the map.” Joan said.
She had been looking at the huge mirror while we were talking and had noticed some carvings on the side of the mirror. She had pressed on a number of them and after
many trials; a map had appeared covering the whole mirror. The map was showing a ring world; a world artificially built around its sun. We could see on a the top of the
screen the ring world with the stars around it and a menacing repulsing yellow clouds moving towards the ring world. Then it hits it and splashed of yellow bounced off the
back of the ring world that protected all life on its interior surface.
Underneath that movie was a small part of the ring world covering sixty per cent of the screen. It indicated where we will be and a castle with the words “Saint-Joseph castle”.
It also showed a human settlement and a Kzinti settlement. It was written dangerous underneath.
“All right,” John said, “now we know where we have to go, let’s walk through the mirror with our sword drawn and be ready for whatever happens on the other side.”
The Ring world
We went through it and walked right in a middle of a lion’s den. The lions attacked us immediately. One of them jumped at me and as I moved quickly aside to escape the
charge, I trusted my sword into its side and killed it instantly. I didn’t have time to look around for Joan as another one was trying to bit my leg; I fell but trusted my sword in its
throat and somehow in great agility, I jumped back on my feet. There were six lions lying dead on the ground and three more were backing up growling.
“Anyone injured?” asked John worriedly.
None of us was injured; our arms and leg shields and our body armor and helmet had saved us from a bad injury.
I felt some un-natural energy flowing through my body. I felt as strong, perhaps stronger than when I came back from one of my trips to the Perpendicular World.
“I feel so good, young again.” Joan said excitingly. That was a rush.”
We talked about it; something in the mirror transport had eliminated our old cells and whatever was weakening us and rejuvenated our bodies. kissed Joan on the lips and
felt a tremendous sexual urge.
“My turn,” John said as he pushed me aside and took Joan in his arms to kiss her.
We were both totally excited and Joan was in the same. The lions were gone and we felt safe. Joan started to take off her clothes; John was doing it too.
“I will stand watch.”The good father said. “Go for it.”
I watched John and Joan making love, lying beside them and I kissed her. I undressed too and waited for my turn. When John got into the euphoria of aftermath I pushed him
aside and went into Joan’s open arms. We made love and both got a very intense orgasm. In the following hour, we both made love to Joan three times and she had multiple
orgasms and enjoyed each one of them.
The land around us had been transformed or built into a gorgeous park. There were fruits bearing trees and bushes everywhere and wheat fields, and small mountains and
streams. There were forest too and trails to follow across these forests. We started to walk on a trail that appealed to my intuition. We travelled hundreds of miles over the
following weeks. We frequently stop to eat some fruits or hunt and made camp fires at dusk, roasting our kill of the day. We would look at the stars, chat, made love and slept
with one of us standing guard for a few hours before waking up his replacement but no predators ever bothered us at night; so after a few days, we just slept altogether
relying on our acute sense of impending danger to wake us if dangerous predators ever come our way.
“It looks like Ghama-2,” I mentioned one evening as we were roasting a lamb we had killed that evening. We had also found potatoes and were baking them under a pile of
Joan had crushed some wheat and mixed it with the milk we recuperated from the Goat and cooked it into a deliciously smelling b read. We had been travelling for months
and discovered some ruins and watched all kind of wild life. The ruins were always spiking our curiosity and we often wondered what kind of people, what kind of alien had
built those long abandoned settlements.
One day we spotted a group of twenty people that were being attacked by some rat face humanoids. They were outnumbered and many of them lay dead on the ground. We
did not even thought about it and we charged to their rescue risking our lives but we saved those people and came out of it with just a few cuts that our first aid kit cream
fixed in no time.
We wished them the best of luck and went on our way to the general direction to the map castle. My intuitive sense of direction helped but I did some astral trips to make sure
we would not miss that incredible castle. Every night was a feast followed by many intimate moments with our lovely Joan. I had never been so happy. Our conversations were
always interesting and we loved the good father sense of humor. We were laughing at nothing and living the best time of our lives.
Saint-Joseph castle, The Reception Office
One day we spotted the huge castle. It was more than huge, it was enormous perhaps one mile square with thousands of minarets (some kind of prayer-towers) sticking out
and there were electrical sparks, thousands of them per second sometimes.
“I once wrote about Saint-Joseph castle,” I told my companions, “it was where the souls go, it was the admission office and all those sparks might be the recently deceased
souls hitting the receiving minarets.”
We came upon a bridge and stop; for a couple of goblins were awaiting us. The goblins were about two feet high.
“Hi.” Said Joan all honey. “You are so cute; I never met with goblins before but they were part of our legends on Terra.”
“Hi.” Said the goblins simultaneously.
“I am Fripouille.” Said one of the goblins.
“I am Freluquet.” Said the other one.
“I am Joan and here is John our leader; Father O’Leary and Richard.
”Can I hug you?" Joan asked with a smile.”
“Why?” Asked Fripouille, with a suspicious look.
“Because I would like to hug you and kiss you.” Said Joan, all tenderness.
“What? Kisses? Hugs? Certainly not.” Said Fripouille as Joan lifted him up and nevertheless kissed him on the cheeks.
“Will you stop that?” Said Fripouille, his cheeks red of injured pride and mixed emotions.
“Put him on the ground Joan.” John said. “Fripouille is not a doll but a venerable being, possibly thousands of years old.”
“And what did you do, how did you spend your time for a billion years?” Joan asked.
"That's Goblins secret." Answered Fripouille; a little ashamed.
For everyone should know, thought Fripouille that Goblins don't do much except drinking ale, arguing, and pulling pranks.
"We take care of the land." Freluquet said. "And we give puzzling answers to questioning visitors."
"I got a question for you!" Said John. "Can you tell us how to get inside that castle; I don’t see any door…”
"Why do you want to go inside? You are not dead yet.” Fripouille said.
“We don’t know what to do,” Joan replied, “we were taken away from our world, woke up on a very dangerous planet and barely escaped the demons as we walked through a
mirror simile to get here. There was a map on that mirror showing Saint-Joseph castle location. So we thought we should come here.”
"St-Joseph can tell you why you are here; he might help you for he knows a lot more than mere goblins." Freluquet said.
"But how do we get to the castle dear?” John asked
"You follow the right road. That's all." Fripouille said.
"OK, let's go then.” John said. “These Goblins are of no help.”
We crossed the bridge and halted at in front of the huge wall. There was no ring button.
“Anyone there” I shouted, “Hello, anyone there?”
And opening took shape and we could walk inside. There was a park inside the encircling stonewall; there was a freshly cut lawn and here and there some fruit trees,
walkways and fountains. The castle was blue with silver roofs topping the high towers and set on top of a hill. It was elegantly designed and looked right out of a fairy tale.
We followed the main way to the castle and stopped in front of a huge front door. The door was solid gold, ten-foot high by eight-foot wide and carved. John shook the silver
bell hanging on the left side and the door silently opened on a vast hall. The floors were made of black granite and here and there, were gold sofas and tables. Magnificent
artworks were decorating the walls. The ceiling was thirty foot high, carved and painted with scenes showing angels fighting along with humans and other humanoids against
demons and evil looking aliens.
"Look at that painting!" Joan said.
The painting showed a man in his sixties writing a book. On his right was a partially painted canvas set on an easel. A pillar of light was set on the book and the pillar was
supporting a world. Angels and demons were flying about the world.
Coming closer, Joan recognized me, I was the writer.
"That's you Richard," Joan said, "how could it be?"
"I recognize you too," John said. "
“I told you,” I replied, “that you, all three of you are the characters of my trilogy Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story, so I come to the conclusion that writing that story gave life to you
my friends; God must have like you and decided to create you in parallel universes.”
"Hi everyone." The holy man said.
We were caught by surprise for there had been nothing to warn us of his arrival and suddenly, he was there, standing a few feet from our group.
Saint-Joseph looked like a man in his late forties but there was something ancient about him. He had a beard and long brown hair and he was dressed in a gold and beige
robe and wore leather sandals. He had a little gold cap on his head and he held a five-foot long gnarled stick made of some kind of multicolored wood. He was smiling at us
and there was such a kindness, warmness and an air of calm understanding in his face that I felt we were meeting with a real saint.
"I saw your coming to the land of magic in my crystal ball and I am very pleased that you evaded the deadly lines of defense the land opposes to all visitors." The saint said.
"My name is Joseph."
“We were transformed when we passed through that mirror and got younger, stronger and faster than we had ever been in our youth.” John said. “That helped us go through
all those fights with aliens and wild predators that came to our way.”
We introduced ourselves in turn and told the saint what we were doing before we got trapped on the demon world.
"That's a cool castle you got here." Joan said. “On Terra I was very rich and I would have given a fortune to have one like that."
"I grew up on Earth." Answered the saint. "At that time, nobody was dressed like you all are. Can I have a look at your sword?"
John quickly handed over his sword to the saint who looked at it closely.
"Nobody on Earth could have made that sword." Said the saint. "The blade is made of fused atoms; it seems indestructible, yet light in weight and extremely sharp on its
cutting edge. Moreover, that blade could serve as a shield against a black magic bolt and return the bolt to the aggressor."
We found those weapons in the same room as the mirror that brought us here.” I said. “And we never got confronted with sorcerers or witches.
"I will be glad to hear all about your odyssey," said the saint, "but for now, Freluquet and Fripouille will lead you to your rooms where you will have a chance to have a good
bath. Then let's have dinner and talk about it at length."
Suddenly the goblins were there, smiling maliciously at us. The goblins led the way to the back door that opened by magic to another very large room with a two ways
fireplace in the center and a large and magnificent stairway on the left. The ceiling of that room was even higher, possibly sixty foot high. The stairway led to a balcony
circling the large room. We went up the stair and got to the balcony.
"Please walk to any of those doors," said Freluquet. "Say the magic word and the door will open to your bedroom."
"And what is the magic word?" Joan asked.
"It is the symbol of the ratio of a circle circumference by its diameter." The goblins answered bursting in laughs as they ran down the stairs.
"That's an easy one." I said. “Pi" ( 3.1416).
The door opened as Joan pronounced it.
John was quicker than me this time. "Can I come with you my sweetheart?" He asked.
They walked inside the room; Father O’Leary and I went to our rooms. Each room was different but each one had a king size bed, a table with two chairs, a sofa and a
rocking chair. Each one had a window with a wonderful view of the valley and its labyrinth of roads and streams. The windows were open but gold shutters set on the sides
could be used on rainy days.
There hadn’t been much rain since we have been on the ring-world; sometimes it did rain but not for long. I knew what was happening in Joan’s room and wished I had been
quicker than John in inviting myself. I took a shower and lay on the bed thinking about the strange life I had been blessed with and I silently thanked God for it. I also thought
about my wife, I left on Earth and missed her badly. Half an hour later, Joan walked into the room. It was my turn, great!
We made love and soon fell asleep. We woke up later on and found our clothes neatly placed on a sofa.
“Someone must have wash and dried our clothes Joan,” I said, “and I don’t know how or when; We had put them on a heap by the bed and now they were clean and dry and
neatly placed on that sofa.”
“Well, we should not be overly surprised by a touch of magic on this land.” Answered Joan “The goblins disappear at will, the saint can appear in our back without a
movement of air and the baths filled by themselves...”
“So you too think he is a saint?” I asked, all interest, as we went down the stairway.
The goblins were waiting for us at the end of the stairs.
“No kiss, no hug and no picking up.” Told Fripouille to Joan who picked him up anyway and kissed the goblin on both cheek then hugged him lovingly before letting him down.
“Please follow us Earth emissaries.” Fripouille said, walking hastily forward, seemingly under high emotion.
The goblins led us to the castle main dining room. The room was about two hundred foot long by eighty foot wide and thirty foot high and the whole of the two hundred foot
long wall on their left was covered with shelves; up to the ceiling. The shelves held thousands upon thousands of books. There was a long table with plates loaded with all
kind of fruits, cheese and bread. There were also some covered steaming plates in the center. The chairs were padded and looked very comfortable. The long wall on their
right was amazing. It had a series of rectangular and very large windows. The windows gave view on different worlds and sometimes the world that could be seen from one
window would wink out to be replaced by an entirely different one. The windows started almost at the floor level and reached the ceiling, they were twenty feet wide by thirty
feet high and there was no apparent plate glass. We could just walked through and step on another world, I thought.
“It looks so real,” I said, “do you think we can just walk through and step on another world?”
“This you could do but it is not advisable.” Answered the saint in a booming voice.
We had not seen him but there he was, sitting comfortably at the end of the long table.
“Please come over and sit. I guess you are quite hungry.” The saint said.
We went to sit close to him.
“Please help yourself with the food and wine.”The saint added. “I could fill your plate by the fleetest act of magic but it wouldn’t be as enjoyable.”
We let Joan serve herself and then in turn filled our plates with all kind of appetizing meat and vegetables. I picked a red wine urn and filled the glasses.
“Would you care for a glass of wine?” I asked the saint.
“Yes,” the saint answered, “for we have a toast coming up.”
When everyone had his glass in hand the saint said:
“Welcome in Heaven! I am Joseph and this is the reception office.”
“What!? This is heaven? The real heaven? I blurted out; did we die?
“No,” Joseph said, “you came from a different way. We many levels underneath filled with thousands of reception offices and the souls are brought here by soul’s snatchers,
some kind of light beams that attract the recently deceased or should I say the recently disembodied souls.
When they come here, everything they did in their life is clearly remembered. They remember all their bad and good actions and they come here with the same mix of good
and bad qualities. They meet with a person holograph that looks like me but in fact is projected by the artificial intelligence that runs the admission office under me.
My similes or doubles talk to each one and tell them what they did wrong and explain to them that they will now be sent in a hellish place or a sad place or a good place on
the ring-world where they should evolve into better or more mature being. They will be told that on the ring-world, nobody grows old, they will be given a young adult body
and they will try to blend and mix and deserve the approval of the settlement people they are being sent to.
They are being told about the ever present danger of being killed by the great variety of predators roaming the ring-world as well as the aggressive alien species. They are
being told that eventually they will be killed and they will come back here for another evaluation and send back to another place on the ring-world. It might be better or worse
depending on their actions. Eventually, if they evolve to a high degree of quality, they will be sent to the second level of Heaven where they will enjoy their life even more.
All this is done in a telepathic way and takes a few seconds only. The souls are then being sent to the body synthesizers where they are given a body similar to their previous
one without the aging virus and then teleported to the ground.
“Do you have enough space on the ring-world for everyone of every life bearing world in our galaxy?” John asked.
“The ring-world is 10,000 times wider that the circumference of Earth, Dirt or Terra and then it spans an incredible length around the sun. It offers more ground surface than
all those life bearing worlds together. Our sun is also 10,000 times bigger than Earth sun. This place is so huge that you could not visit it in a billion years. Some parts are
under different physics principles and peopled with witches, wizards, ogres, goblins and all the people of your fantasy books. If God likes a book, he often recreates the
characters of those books on the ring-world.”
'' Richard is the writer and you three Joan, Father O’Leary and you too John were the main characters of his trilogy Ghama-2, An Afterlife Story.When you jumped back to
the President office, Richard, Lucifer who directs the actions of the Ayatollah sent you on that world. God saw all of this happen. He had previous contacts with you Richard.
Do you remember when He walked into your art gallery in the body of a gentleman and bought one of your paintings?”
“Oh yes, I will never forget that.” I replied.
“Well, God kept watching you; He kept watching what you did and when he saw Lucifer throwing you to that world, he created the oasis, the statue and the urn, the castle and
the moat and he brought back from the ring-world your three friends of the Ghama-2 story. He gave them false memory of their lives on Dirt or Terra and temporarily erased
their memories of their ring-world lives.
God wants all four of you to become part of the Galaxy defense corps of Angels and later on lead an expedition to a nearby galaxy. But you are not ready yet. Later on, as
you die and come back here through the usual channels, you will be evaluated and if you pass the test, you will skip the first level of Heaven and you will be sent directly to
the second level. You will be together again and you will have more companions, many of them are the characters of your trilogy, Richard”
“So what happens now?” Joan asked.
“You three, John, Joan and Father O’Leary, will be returned to the ring-world surface and will be given back your memory and you Richard you will be sent back to your
condo a few minutes after your encounter with the Ayatollah and Lucifer. But for now let us finish that meal and celebrate this moment.”
We talked about all kind of matters that we were puzzled about and asked hundreds of questions to the saint who always seemed eager to reply.
He told us that there are plenty of delicious and nourishing fruits everywhere and a lot of wild life to prey upon on the ring-world. There are no mosquitoes or parasite nor
virus. Nobody get sick and nobody grows old. The weather is always nice. It is Heaven to everyone who is being sent in the good areas. There is no TV, telephones,
computers and people have fun on the ring-world.
Many go on discovery treks, people practice a lot of sports; they make bands and do music shows in open air.
“What about the Hellish places?” I asked, “where you must surely send those Muslims.”
“The good Muslims are being sent in places where the women rules so the males can learn about equality of sex. The Muslim females are dominant in all the Muslim sectors;
their bodies are made stronger and the men are made weaker.” The terrorists and the bullies are sent to Hellish sectors and God made them bad enough to make sure no
one wants to return there when they are finally killed there.
I asked him about the purpose of life and why we were here and where we had been before if we had previous lives.
I have been told important informations that I can not divulge here; there are many things that I will tell you one day if you come to meet me at my art gallery.
After the dinner, we hugged and said our goodbyes and suddenly, I was back in the condo as Lise, my charming wife, was walking in with the Hubbels.
Perhaps I will follow up on this short story and tell you about our many months odyssey on the ring-world and all the difficulties and dangers we faced; about our
imprisonment in the city of Laurs and our escape; our encounter with the Wheelers and the dangerous Zinti. This will be in another story.