Visions from a heavenly sky


I looked up toward the sky and was utterly fascinated! The clouds which were illuminated by the moon displayed a fanciful array of imaginative images. The brilliant white shapes were immaculately pure, and while I stood there in complete disbelief, I felt as though I were looking into the eye of Heaven! There was a tiny dog chasing after Father Time, who was running in step carrying a baby giraffe. As his beard grew longer it became a field that the dog ran and played on. I saw a conveyor belt dropping stadiums into an oversized glass that a cartoon child was holding. I watched an insufferable lout berate a silver-tongued courtesan beside a waterfall made of diamonds. Before long, she would be the only one
left standing on that island which was now only two feet in diameter. The woman appeared sad because the ocean's water had risen to her waistline. Within seconds, she was an alluring palm tree that would one day give birth to a massive continent! Her name was Asia and she was stunningly beautiful. I then witnessed a planet open up like an egg to produce an exquisitely charming flower. A flower of love. As the sericeous flower slowly withered, I watched it manifest into a hobgoblin with knifelike
teeth that ran around eating the legs of tables! Soon, the silent cries ended
and there was nothing but a town filled with enlarged cutting boards.

I then tried to generate a host of violent scenes. All I had to do was cast
a coin into the wishing well and anything I looked for would be granted.
I turned to the clouds, as though they were a book of the past, or a gift perhaps, and let the visions show me what they may. I saw a suggillated man in rags being dragged into a room. He was brought to lay his head upon a cold anvil where a blacksmith swung his sledge in fury. God I thought, you don't see that in the movies! I then saw two warriors with swords fighting on the same horse that was up to its knees in blood. The head of a king, being abacinated by a peasant baby who was still attached to his mother's umbilical cord. *Such mordant and insightful visions!*
A young man attempting to bite the leg of an angry griffin, loses
his mouth and quickly becomes a perch for the griffin, who has been transformed into a frightened eagle. The eagle then became an ice castle that grew like a beanstalk past Neptune to organize its own universe.

As I studied each scene, I became enthralled at the magnitude of these moving pictures. They were so creative and yet so alive! It was a step above astounding, it was magnificent! Comparable to a thousand
mercury space capsules touching down on a veritable alien landscape
as seen through the eye a telescope! When day-glo soldiers arrived in
the cortical hemisphere of the mind, I would find I had developed an
unnatural fixation with clouds and the significance of creation.

Essentially, what I tried to learn I had already mastered
and that was the art of reflecting.

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To fashion images through illusion was an elusory concept, I would extol till the final scene drew to a close and the grey curtain came falling down. What a phenomenal gift the Lord had imputed upon me! Like a child being allowed to play with infinity, unlocking heaven brought me one step closer to standing before Almighty God himself under that eternal sky! I was elated beyond words for I had acquired an endearing love for the creator of all things! So powerful was this feeling that I would need to close my eyes and say a very slow 'Our Father.' What impressive powers of observation I have been recently endowed with, but why should I be commended with such an immense power as to control the very air itself? I will not go as far as to say it was as profoundly moving as a soul darting about the Heaven's in its wanderlust! Be that as it may, it was a very blessed feeling, nonetheless.

Sadly, however, we are made of flesh. Pulled out of a loving and nurturing womb, we are handed over to a society where our every move is dictated by time. An entire civilization run by a giant clock. So now, we have no real life cause it's given over to work and our two days off are just that.
It bums me out, to think that no one could devise a better plan. The only ones who were truly free were the hippies and by now they're either in institutions, or they've changed direction. For all intents and purposes,
one can wholeheartedly say that the only ones who are truly free now
are the bums, and they are enslaved by poverty! So confounding
to me is this life, we have all been wrought to suffer.

Let's see, what else could I craft up there with this divine power?

A disgusted Santa leaves the north pole in a motorized stagecoach which ascended into Heaven like an over inflated blimp. I watch as he flicks his cigar ash, which falls like confetti to the millions of naughty children on
the ground. As they eat it, they cough. What a spectacle that was! I then
saw a happy clown remove his head and erupt into an active volcano. Then simultaneously, he winked his eye and farted through both nostrils! In a very twisted way, it was hysterical! When this scene faded away, it soon merged to become another. I then saw a condor with a wingspan longer than the Eiffel Tower pick up and begin carrying the state of Illinois. Off into the sunset they went in its sharp talon's! As they were about a mile off the ground, the state tilted and all the townspeople fell
out in a big smudge! I watched as a fat man with a cigar in his mouth,
threw a pie at another fat man who had a pocket watch for a face.
The pie hits his mouth and turns him into a mother in law who in turn chases the pie thrower with a four foot rolling-pin! An airplane dancing on water got its foot, or wheel, tickled by the tail of a crocodile who was typing a letter to his girlfriend underwater, who was but mere inches away. Whatever she dictated, he would type for her. I saw a boy running on
the blades of a windmill and two trees playing poker in a forest.

Who could have imagined this to be even possible? The power of one's mind used in an artistic and creative way could very well prove to be an invaluable tool for an artist or songwriter indeed! Do you know that many years ago doctors used to administer LSD in hospitals under supervised conditions? The risks were small for the antidote was always on hand,
but now, should you now experiment on your own, you're nothing
but a loser on drugs and nobody wants to know a thing.

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I watched a lady peering out at me slowly from behind her drapes. In a
gesticulative manner, she beckons me with a deep inhale that was very
reminiscent of a morning sigh. All for the definitive reason that I may
somehow join her. If you're waiting for me, I thought to myself in a
playfully devious way, you're going to be waiting a long time cause,
I have no way of getting up there! As I watched her, it happened.

She became Harmony.

For a few seconds, I actually stopped breathing.
Oh my exquisite angel, I cried out in my brain as she turned toward me,
you are the reason I am so lost! I need to be with you again. To hold
you again. She didn't have to say a word. I read her expressions
and knew exactly what words she was relaying.

What do you do when you need to tell someone you love so much,
how you're feeling inside? Knowing that you will never have
the chance again, you exist, for nothing. That racking torment.
Those wretched cries beckoning you to madness, but still you
refuse to let go. You cannot bring yourself to forget her for she
was everything to you. In the end, she gave more than her own
life could give. My angel, you were more than a loving companion. What I wouldn't do to be able to look into your eyes again and bear
my soul unto you, just like before, my love. Imagine getting a
second chance to stand before that very person and tell
them everything you've been feeling for so long.
Well, on this very night I did just that.

As she looked at me, I could see God was taking good care of her.
I no longer had to worry. She looked at me in that same familiar way
I had always remembered and in my mind somehow, her eyes spoke
to my heart. If I could interpret the words, they would be written
down as this.

"Baby, I know you miss me, and I know you will never stop loving me, but you have to move on. We will be together again one day; I promise, so don't worry. The years you have been given will be many my love,
so live. Inside, you have so much love to give, and you have
already proven yourself to me. I will never forget that.
Let go baby, it's okay. Do it for me?"

I then saw myself up there with her. I was holding her and together
we became a flag of peace blowing freely in the wind. I wept like a
baby and could not stop for nearly half an hour, but within myself,
I had somehow found closure. Happy birthday my love, was the
last thing I said before leaving her forever. John was still lying in the backyard on the recliner as I walked into the house silently and entered
the small bathroom. In there, I emptied my nose into three tissues and went back outside again. I looked up into the dead sky, but she would
not return to me. No longer did I feel abandoned, confused or alone,
but rather joyous. She had found paradise, and I had said goodbye to her.

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