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What was the world like before I got here?

How do I know what happened BM (Before Me)?

Taking previous people’s word for it?

I mean, I’ve seen pictures, I’ve seen sites and I’ve read books.

But what if all of that popped into reality the moment I took my first breath?

I mean, I couldn’t talk or understand what anyone was saying when I first got here.

How do I know that the world of people might not need that extra time to get their parts right for the stage of my life?

What if I’m already in my heavenly mansion that was promised?

How do I know that this isn’t the heaven described to me by previous people?

How do I know this isn’t the hell described to me by concerned people?

If I take their word for it, it seems like it’s both.

It’s always burning. Hell

It’s always new. Heaven

There’s always suffering. Hell

There’s always hope. Heaven

There’s always a way out. Both

What if it all goes away the instant I kick the bucket?

God says “OK, let’s clear the set and set up for the next scene, people. We’re going with the script set in China this time and I need everybody on top of their game; this guy has trouble with his lines and hitting his marks with too much background noise”

What if I’m in hell?

What did I do to get sent here?

I must have been a terrible, previous me.

Well, if anyone’s listening, I’m sorry.

I’m really, really sorry for whatever I did BM.

If I had only known it was gonna be this bad I woulda behaved.

I know…

Previous people told me.

Previous books warned me.

But, how can I believe them when I don’t trust them?

What if I’m in heaven?

If I am….I’m very disappointed.

There’s too much blood on the golden streets of the heaven I was promised.

No one told me that the weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth was here.

I don’t see or hear any angels…

I don’t take direction very well, I guess.

I shoot from the hip…

There is good. Heaven

There is bad. Hell

There is promise. Both

So, why do I still hang around here, waiting?

Why can’t I just walk off the set whenever I want?

Why do I have to constantly battle a director and script that won’t allow me to express myself and interpret the scene the way it moves me, to fit the emotional commitment into my body of work?

I can’t walk away….

I’m an artist.

I will stay in character and put everything I can into it.

I will make the part come alive.

But, what if there’s a rewrite?

Oh well….

“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts”

Dang, I can’t remember lines for crap!

I think it goes…

“And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.”

Trust the Bard…

I am Shakespeare… BM

I am Alexander… BM

I am Newton.

I am life.

I am promise.

I am Death.

I am heaven.

I am hell.

I am All….

I can act any part in any scene.

Director, ready when you are…