You may not be surprised to see that I’ve written a second story for my blog in one week, but I am. It usually takes me a couple of months to even start thinking about what I might want to write about next. Apparently, my Muses have returned from vacation and they have a lots of stories to tell me. It’d been so long since I’d heard from any of them I thought the bitches had left me for another writer or artist. Like, Ariana Grande, maybe.
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The NeverEnding Story is a 1984 English-language West German-American fantasy film co-written and directed by Wolfgang Petersen based on the 1979 novel The Neverending Story by Michael Ende. Is there anyone that hasn’t seen this movie? If you haven’t seen it, get off your ass and watch it. Right now! It is simply one of the best fantasy movies ever made, and the theme song was so amazing it was a Top Ten hit in both the US and the UK.
The story is set both on our Earth and in a fantasy world called Fantasia. This magical land is created by the hopes and dreams of humanity. When even one person on Earth stops dreaming or hoping, part of Fantasia is destroyed. It is rebuilt as soon as another person starts dreaming or hoping.
In both the book and the movie, the magical land of Fantasia is being devoured by a malevolent force called The Nothing. In the story, much of humanity has given up hope and stopped dreaming, therefore, Fantasia is rapidly being smashed to pieces. A young warrior named Atreyu is given the task to save Fantasia by the Childlike Empress.
That’s what she’s called for most of the movie. You could look it up.
A young boy named Bastian from our world is reading the book that tells this story in the movie. As the story progresses, Baston finds that he has become a character in the tale. As the story ends, Bastion is able to save Fantasia and all of its inhabitants because there is no limit to the human imagination, and therefore, there are no limits to the boundaries of this fantastical land.
Yep, he uses his imagination to rebuild the world.
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Little Known Fact About Fantasia and the Kingdom of Heaven: both of these places are simultaneously real and imaginary. And neither of them have any boundaries. They actually have a lots of similarities, now that I think about it. I’ll probably have a lots more stuff to say about that one of these days.
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So, you are going to tell us more about the night God, the Universe, and Everything talked to you, right?
Um, no. And yes. This is not an easy thing to describe in words. It would be much better if I could use one of those Vulcan mind-meld things, but I don’t know how to do that. And you would have to actually be here for me to do that. Seeing how no one is ever going to visit us at the Chula Vista Resort and Spa, it doesn’t appear that it’d do me much good even if I did know how do it.
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The first thing you need to know is God, the Universe, and Everything didn’t actually talk to me. It’s not like we had a conversation. And that brings up a valid point everyone should understand. If someone tells you they hear the Voice of God — RUN!
The answer I received from God, the Universe, and Everything was more like unto an image, but it was even more like unto a peek at a glimpse of a flash of an image. And then it was like unto one of those dominoes videos. You know, one domino falls and then a whole lots of them collapse into a multitude of designs and patterns.
It was the most coolest thing ever. It was breathtakingly thrillingly exhilarating. It was like unto getting everything you wanted at Christmas wrapped up in one little package while you ate your most favoritest dessert, like, you know, ice cream with sprinkles — at the same time.
And then it was pretty much the most terrifying thing you will ever experience– darkest night filled with every fear you have ever known. For me, the terror came when God, the Universe, and Everything stood me in front of a mirror that revealed my human self to me. I don’t know if that happens to everyone, but I suspect it does. In my case, I found out that I was The Nothing.
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The main reason that I’m reluctant to elaborate on this subject is I’m still trying to process most of what I saw myself. Have you ever heard someone try to explain a process they don’t understand themselves? It isn’t pretty. In fact, it’s painful. Except for the parts that are hilarious.
I’ve been using my lovely supermodel wife as a sounding board as I try to make some sense of what I saw. Lea has been remarkably receptive to letting me do this, which might be the most surprising outcome of all. I was afraid she’d initiate commitment proceedings to have me locked up on the nearest psych ward.
That’d be a fair bit of irony for me to experience, eh.
I’m not at all concerned with what anyone else reading this will think. You know, like, I’m crazy or something. That has nothing to do with my hesitation to write about my experience. I’m confident that most people who know me already think I’m off my rocker.
Yeah, I’m pretty much used to that shit by now.
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There’s another reason why I’m not going to try to explain what happened to me the night that God, the Universe and Everything answered me. Philosophical truths are a matter of opinion. I could painstakingly type a double truckload of words to try to convey what I saw, but will that convince you that my new truth is more better gooder than your old truth?
Probably not. The pen may be mightier than the sword, but nothing appears to stronger than stupidity. The last few years have cast that fact into a glaring silhouette that have left a great many of us scratching our heads wondering what the hell went wrong.
So why waste my time and yours? The truths I saw are truths that have to demonstrated, just like a science experiment or a mathematical equation. They are that fucking absolute. I have no idea if that’s something God, the Universe and Everything wants me to undertake or not. And if that is the case, I have no idea how I’m supposed to do that. Yet.
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And there’s one more thing: Do not give dogs what is holy; do not throw your pearls before swine. If you do, they may trample them under their feet, and then turn and tear you to pieces. Matthew 7:6
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Oh. This isn’t what I expected at all! I thought this was going to be one of those great revelations or something like unto that.
To tell you the truth, this isn’t what I expected it would be either. The visions I saw weren’t my visions — this is not my plan. This is the Plan, the Purpose, and Desires of God, the Universe, and Everything. If they were my ideas, it’d probably be a whole lots easier for me to describe them.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from all my studying and questioning of God, that one thing is this: Sooner or later, God always gets what He wants. When it comes to winning, God has a better record than Tom Brady. Even if it takes Him fourteen and half billion years or more — He is going to get what He wants.
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Like pretty much everything else in life, this is going to be a process. My greatest fear is that it’s going to a long, gradual process. And just when I have everything all figured out, the Big One is gonna hit me and I’m going to die to death.
Another part of me thinks this is going to happen sooner than we will be able to prepare for — some things have become clearer to me already as the first months of this year have ticked by. More clarity will follow, I am certain of that. And when I have the words to describe what I need to share with you, I’ll post them in my blog.
I think this is going to be the most exciting and interesting time of our lives. Whatever it is that God, the Universe, and Everything has been planning, the time has come to start working on it to make it a reality. We have all got to try to make this world a better place, and from what I’ve seen, God, the Universe, and Everything have some very, very cool ideas on how to make that happen. Very, very, very cool ideas.
I am all in. I am doubling down. Anything I can do to assist The Powers That Be in achieving this goal — I will make the attempt, or die trying.
And that was the last thing I saw. I have no doubt that if I am to play a large part in achieving this goal, it is going to cost me my life. The pastor of the little church at the bottom of the hill where we live was right.
Redemption always requires blood.