And What
Did You Do in Life?
By
Michael
Casey
I’ve just
been looking at the newspapers on the Internet this Sunday morning, and it
makes for some very sober reading. Apart from Pippa’s wedding, they all had a
great time, so good luck to them all. However parallels from History scream
out. Harry is dating a divorcee while North Korea is playing with its toys, and
Russia is quietly and not so quietly stirring the pot and punching above its
weight. Trump has signed a
110,000,000,000 dollar arms deal. A casual remembrance of History will remind
you of WWI and WWII.
People
are starving and we, as in us Humans are playing with toys that could destroy
or pollute the world. So it reminds me of a piece I wrote recently called
Redemption, where aliens minding their own business decide to intervene to save
us. The line from that story is, and how did you know Jesus, dad. I helped him
carry his cross to Calvary the alien replied to his son. I also wrote a piece
in July 2009 called Nobel and Me. Nobel as you know read his own obituary, and
then changed, Nobel by the way invented dynamite.
Back in
2009 I was leaving Pinsent Masons, and indirectly it gave me time for writing,
though all I wanted at the time was a new job. Arthritis and Unplanned
Quadruple Heart bypass, as well as CkD, kidney problems were not even thought
of.
So with
this in mind I was thinking how would the powers that be fare as they had their
Exit Interview, exit from this life into the next.
So what
did you do in Life? I was a Politician. Next. Give me a chance to speak. You
had enough time already. Give him a job cleaning the chewing gum off the
pavements. I don’t like the look of him, make that 10,000 years of chewing gum
cleaning. But that’s not fair. Are you going to argue with Me?
And what
did you do in Life? Silence. You refuse to confess? SCREAMING. I WAS THE
LEADER. On your knees, on your belly like a worm. Now whisper to me, just
exactly what did you do in Life. I was a leader. No, you were a Butcher, while
the people lacked a Baker, and you led them to the Undertaker. I was a leader
hissed the Snake. This one is for you Saint Patrick, get him out of my sight. A
zillion years at least crawling like a worm in the dirt.
And what
did you do in Life? I did nothing, I was afraid to do anything, I hoped it
would all go away if I did nothing. I was the head of the UN. Reincarnation for
you. But I thought this was the Final Judgement? God loved that film Groundhog
Day, so UN, you get a zillion chances to see if you can finally get it right. And
a zillion more chances until you do.
And what
did you do in Life? I was a thief, a liar and a fraud, I stole and I cheated on
my wife and my girlfriend simultaneously. I had a heart attack while cheating
with my lover. Are you Casanova? No I just wished I was. Why should you be
allowed in? I should not. I deserve nothing but pain, and Hell’s fire. Casanova
was hugged and embraced like a long lost brother, like the Prodigal Son
himself. There is more rejoicing in Heaven for a repentant sinner than for many
many good men after all.
And what
of you? I destroyed the world in fire storm of Nuclear War. I had to, my
country was under attack, so I had to. My beautiful Earth, my Eden floating in
space destroyed by you. What is your
name? What is your name? We are many, we are ignorance, we are war, we are
Leaders without a soul. We are arrogant, we do not care, we kiss babies that
are our bastards, we are Leaders of a planet dying and burning in the wreckage
of Nuclear war.
God has
they last Word , just as he had the first. This is a dream, a warning to you
all. Love God Love him a Lot, and never hide behind the fences of faith and
ignorance. This really is your last chance. Time has been rewound so you get a
chance to save my Eden, I created Time so I can rewind it, use it well, don’t
Love Money so much that Evil is allowed to flourish, burn down bridges that
promote Money not Love.
Michael
Casey what are you doing hiding there? I was afraid, I did not know what to say
in answer to your question. And what did you do in Life? And what did you do
Michael? I broke my parents heart while they were alive. And now its too late.
Look can you see though the clouds. Hold my hand Michael, can you see your
mother pouring the tea for everybody. And your dad too.
They were
so proud and still are, my son is a storyteller just as I told him stories when
I was alive, can you hear your dad boasting to everybody.
I can
hear my dad, but I’m so weak now, all buggered up as my dad might say, with
arthritis pain and surgery pain and so on. Yes, but from this well of weakness
stories surge and pour out onto the page. Yes, but nobody knows me. Do you want
fame? No, just a nice house and something to leave for my daughters. I could do
with less pain though, but I’ll accept the pain for a long life.
Are you
haggling with God, the Almighty? No but my friend Padre Pio said always ask for
the Big Grace. And its because of him I have a family in the first place, its
in Padre Pio and Me. I am the Almighty I KNOW EVERYTHING ALREADY. Sorry, I just
feel so helpless sometimes. But you keep your sense of humour.
Well yes,
eventually I might make some money for my daughters’ future. I am nothing, my
Future is dust.
That’s
what they said about Jesus as he hung on the cross…
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