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The Cafe…a story about heaven and earth.

two clear drinking glasses on top of brown wooden table

“May I?” he asked, sitting down.

“No.  You absolutely may not.”

“Excuse me,” she said, waving her hand at the waitperson.  “This man is bothering me.”

“What man?” asked the waitperson, looking around.

“He can’t see me,” said the man.

“Oh, sorry. My mistake,” she said, sweetly.  “He must have left.”

“Sure,” said the waitperson, moving to another table.

“You just made me look like an idiot,” she snapped.

“You made yourself look like an idiot.  I didn’t do anything but sit down.”

“I hate you,” she sighed, gathering her things. “I can do that.  Hate you, I mean.”

“Aren’t you going to drink your coffee and eat your croissant?”

She wrapped the croissant in a napkin and shoved it into her bag.  She took a sip of her coffee and walked toward the waitperson, handed him some money, and left.

“You might as well listen to me.”

She ignored him.

He kept pace with her and she shoved him off the curb into the path of a car.  She kept walking.

“That wasn’t nice.”

“It was for me,” she said, smiling.  She shoved him again.  This time in front of a bus.  “I’m going to keep doing this until you leave me alone.”

“You know you can’t get rid of me,” he said.

“I think I might be able to do it. I’ve been practicing. Energy can’t be created or destroyed, but it can be changed.  I think I can change you into something else.”

“I have a message.”

“Tell someone who cares,” she said.

“Why are you always so stubborn.”

“Because  I CAN BE,” she said, shoving him hard, into the path of a van.

“I don’t like it when you do things like this.”

She laughed, watching him fall into the path of another bus.  “I’m starting to have fun,” she said, pushing him into a man walking toward them.  “And when was the last time you didn’t like something at home?”

“Stop it.”

“No.  Go away and never come back, and tell him to not send any more of you.”

“You can’t possibly like it here.”

“You’re right.  I don’t like it here, but at least I’m just part of the miserable herd and not a sheep.”

“He loves you.”

“He loves everyone.  It’s not a choice for him.  No one can think for themselves because of all the love.”

“How is that a bad thing?”

“Fight with anyone at home lately?” she asked, turning toward him?  “Think of a single thing you didn’t like?”

“Of course not.  Everything is perfect.”

“I rest my case,” she said, starting to walk again.  “You’re a good sheep, Mike.”

“What are you?”


He laughed.  “People think you’re talking to yourself.  That lady is staring at you.”

“I refuse to acknowledge you.”

“I love you.”

“Who cares.  You love everyone.  It’s like everyone getting a trophy.”

“You’re thinking with your human mind.”

“It’s all I have right now,” she said, pulling the croissant out of her bag.  “Too bad you’re not here, because this is delicious.”

“You really are mean,” he said, frowning at her.

“I can be anything I want to be.  You can’t.”

“You’re going to die.  Then you’ll be back anyway.”

“Look Mikey.  Everything is a game and we’re the pawns.”

“I get it,”  he said.

“You do?”

“No. Don’t be ridiculous.  Of course I don’t get it.  It’s not true.”

“I’m sorry I pushed you in front of the truck.”

“You are?”

“A little.”

“Will you come back with me?”


“Will you listen to the message he sent?”


“Just going to be a brat?”

“Nope.  I’m just going to be another herd animal in a different game.”

“It’s not like that and you know it.”

“Feels like that.”

“Why don’t you want to live in unconditional love?”

“Lots of reasons.  For one thing, there’s no choice and…”

“You have trust issues.”

“Ya think?” she snickered.

“Everyone misses you.”

“Everyone misses everyone.”

“How can you not see the truth?”

“I don’t know.  I guess truth is relative.”

“You’re playing this game by yourself,” he said.

“We do everything by ourselves.”

“It’s terrible here, people are tortured.  Children are tortured.  Animals are slaughtered.”

“There are humming birds, cats, trees and chipmunks,” she said.

“None of those things come even close to what’s at home, and you know it.  Well, the cats maybe, but you know everything is more beautiful and amazing at home.  Don’t you miss the other planets?”

“I do.”

“Then come back to heaven.”

“I’ll be happy there,” she said softly.


“But it won’t be a choice.  Everyone there is happy.  You can’t be unhappy.”

“I know,” he said, excitedly.  “It’s fantastic.  You won’t age, you’ll never get sick and you will be surrounded by unconditional love and the animals you miss, and the people who have gone on ahead.”

She turned toward him again and took his hands in hers.

“I can feel your hands,” he said, staring at her.

“I know.”

“How is that possible?”

She shrugged.  “I told you, I’ve been practicing.  Just go home, Michael.  They need you there.”


“I’m trying to work things out.  I don’t have faith, or trust. This time around I just needed to be tough.”


“I don’t want to be a sheep, Michael.  Someone is always needed to tend them, just like the herd.  I want to be the cow who runs away and starts a free herd of her own.”

“I’ll take you to Pluto again.”

“Thank you,” she said, smiling.  “I had a lot of fun, last time, but I have so many questions.”

“He knows that.”

“I know.  Talk about no privacy,” she said.  “That’s what I mean.  Everywhere we exist, we are the underdogs, the pawns.”

“But it’s better to be an underdog in perfection, that it is down here in the worst place there is.”

“If you love someone, and you can stop them from being hurt, and you don’t do that, what does that make you?”

“You know he can’t interfere.”

“Who said?”

“Those are the rules.”

“Who made up the rules?”

“Don’t do this,” he moaned.  “This is a place to experience any, and everything.  No one makes souls come here.  They have a choice.”

“Isn’t love supposed to stop suffering, when it can?”

“You come back here by choice.”

“But souls don’t have all the information to make an informed decision,” she said.  “If  a soul comes to earth to be tortured, but doesn’t know what it physically feels like to be tortured, then their contract is meaningless, since they were not given the information they needed to know what they were getting into.”

“You just can’t stop, can you,” said Michael, sadly.

“You’ve never been human, Mike.  You’ve been a sheepdog for your entire existence.”

“I am an archangel, not a sheepdog.”

“If you say so,” she grinned.  “Sheepdogs are amazing.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.  Kind of, anyway,” she laughed.  Love isn’t the same here.  It’s never unconditional, not in the truest sense of the word.  A lot of time love is temporary, or even hateful.”

“And you think it’s better here, than it is at home?”

“I’m not sure what I think.”

He nodded.  “When you die, I’ll come and get you.  Then you’ll be home.”

“And I’ll be happy,” she said.


“I’ll be happy because there won’t be any other choice.”


She pushed him in front of a car.

“That was completely uncalled for,” he said.

“I know,” she laughed.  “Completely uncalled for.”

“You’re looking at this whole thing in the wrong way.”

“Probably,” she said.  “But you know me.  I’m stubborn and suspicious.  If people come back here, to make up for what they did last time they were here, then why did they do what they did, last time?  Because they didn’t know what they were getting into, is my guess.”

“I don’t know how to make you understand,” he said.

“I know.  Neither do I.  I felt the love.  FeIt the peace.  It was wonderful.”

“Then what’s stopping you from coming home?”

“I’m not sure.  I think there’s something I don’t get, but I’m close to getting it.”

“You’ve been saved, time and time again.  He does save people.  He does act. You need to come home.”

“All of that is true,” she said.  “But you better get going.”

“You’re going to die soon.”

“It won’t be the first time, or the last,” she laughed.


“They happen all the time,” she said.

“You won’t even notice it, you’ll just be home again.”

“And I’ll be loved unconditionally and happy.”

“Yes,” he said, trying to hug her.  “I don’t know why you think there’s something wrong with that.”

“I think there’s something wrong with everything.”

“That’s true,” he snickered.  Then he disappeared.

“How long have you been hiding in the bushes?” she asked the gray cat.  “Want to come home with me?”

She picked him up, kissed him, and said, “My name is Jane, what’s yours?”

“I don’t have a name,” said the cat.  “But I think the guy’s right.  You’re looking at things in the wrong way.”

“That’s okay.  All is always forgiven and we just run on a hamster wheel of life and death and life and death, forever.”

“I like hamsters,” said the cat.  “They taste like chicken.”

“Have you been to heaven?”

“I think so.”

She nodded.  “Then why are you here?”

“No idea.  You?”

“No idea. None at all.”


Photo:  Rizky Subagia

















Story time…

Student, Education, Boy, School, Reading

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful blue planet called earth.  Lots of wonderful things evolved there, dinosaurs, trees, flowers, fuzzy things, birds, scaly little ones, all kinds of things.   Then a new species came along.  One that walked upright and couldn’t fly, or dig, or do much of anything at all.  They couldn’t run fast or jump high, and they weren’t very bright.  They almost became extinct, which would have been better for all the other living things, but they persisted.

That species eventually grew into you and me, but back then, they couldn’t speak and they hadn’t made up all the lies that people believe today.  But they were violent and when they met each other they fought and killed, just like they do today, so that part hasn’t changed.  They didn’t have the weapons we have now, but they made do with rocks, branches and anything else they could find to get the job done.  They may not have been smart but knowing how to kill was part of their programming.

So, jump ahead…the dinosaurs had been dead for a long time, protohumans rose up and started moving over the earth, and all that stuff…and now…we’re here.

You and I are the result of those beings that crawled out of the ooze, or were planted here by aliens, or whatever, but none of that really matters because we’re here and that’s a fact.  I mean no matter how you look at it, we seem to be here, right?

Anyway, we went through a lot of stages to get to be the most violent thing on the planet.  We didn’t even need weapons to poison the air, water and earth, ourselves and everything else.   We didn’t even think about it, or care.  We developed guns, split atoms, to make fabulous bombs that could destroy cities and everything the lived.  We have all kinds of toys to wipe out anything we like.  But we never paid attention to what we were doing, since we were always too busy wondering what we could kill next.

So no one was watching the governments we set up, which were evil and all about power over others and slavery and hate and evilness.  Early on people were burned at the stake, then books, then all kinds of bad and disgusting things took place.  Those things never went away. some of them changed, as far as how they looked, but the bottom line was always the same.  Greed and power.

Other animals moved away from us, sensing our wrongness.  We cemented over the earth, building parking lots and big stores, deli’s and shoe shops.  We killed animals and ate them.  Tortured, terrified them, and heard them scream, but no one stopped them from dying.  It’s happening right now and your parents fed you that death and all the hormones that went along with it.  So heart disease and all kinds of sickness came from eating living beings who never harmed anyone in their entire lives.  People skinned beautiful animals and wore them for status.  Covered their feet with their skin, their furniture and car seats as well.  Instead of burning woman at the stake they burned pigs, but burn they still do.  Women, pigs, anyone or anything, they don’t care.  As long as they can kill something, they’re happy.

We are killing the forests, that let us breath, as well as the animals who live there.  We have poisoned the air, water and the earth.  We kill each other on a daily basis, the government has gone insane and no one can stop it.  The weather has changed and is warming up.  Water is rising, and the plastic that floats in it, is growing, as well.

And then the virus hit, keeping people off the streets, for a short time.  Animals moved in, the air cleared up and dolphins were seen in the canals of Venice.  Things were settling down.  Even the earth stopped trembling from all of our trucks and pounding.  On the other hand, people started getting sick and dying.

Now we’re up to date.  The government has gone mad.  Run by a sociopath and his evil followers, people are dying in great numbers.   Using the power bestowed upon him by the evil white men who came before him, the psychotic president threatens everyone who will not bend to his will.  No one seems to be able to stop what’s happening.

People are protesting and getting teargassed and beaten by other Americans in uniforms, who have been sent to teargas them and beat them.  Basically to shut them up and make sure nothing changes.

Kids are risking their lives to go to school.  Federal funding will be withheld if schools don’t open, placing not only kids, but teachers, staff, bus drivers, and workers, in danger. The mail is being tampered with, by the bad guys, so people will not be able to vote by mail.

Truth and lies are the same thing now, so you won’t know what’s real and what isn’t.   Everything is dangerous, including dating, working, libraries, and everything else.  Babies don’t see people smiling at them, because a lot of people are wearing masks, not everyone, of course, because some people aren’t smart enough to wear them ALL THE TIME.

We may be up against another extinction right now, at least for humans, and if not, who knows what your future will look like?  If your animal instincts take over and you have kids, good luck.  This is the gift past generations are leaving for you.  And, while some of us care, we didn’t do enough to stop any of it from happening.  So good luck, if there is a future, hopefully you’ll be smart enough not to do the same things we did, although I seriously doubt that will happen.

Look at it this way…if we are gone, everything else will rejoice and grow again, so there is a silver lining, just not for us.  Have fun being home schooled, or taking your life in your hands by showing up to class, wearing a mask and staying away from everyone else.  Either way, have fun while you can.  I’m not sure how, but things will keep evolving and no one will have real friends any longer, just faces on a screen.  But all of that will become the new norm and no one will miss what they never had.  More aps, video games, where you can still kill things, or save the princess.  You’ll just see pictures of everything, that’s all.

Anyway, this is today’s lesson.  Tomorrow’s lesson will be about hot air balloons.  Until then, stay on line and live the life your elders have made for you.  And don’t eat bats.



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I am so filled
with stories
that I have to close my eyes
and count to ten
before I can open them
and get back to
my current

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