3rd and final portion of (only FICTION) As Harold approached the end of the bridge, the shepherd he had seen earlier approached. Harold shied away. The shepherd stopped, sat, appearing to be smiling he said, Oooh so sorry old boy about before. But it is quite alright now. All is forgiven, in fact I feel I should somehow thank you. The shepherd then raised his right paw for a shake. Harold glanced at the terrier and the terrier motioned with his head to the outstretched paw. Harold took it cautiously and gave it a shake. What exactly is it Im being forgiven for? ask Harold. Why for running over my ass with an automobile! said the shepherd, then chuckling. Suddenly Harold had a flash of remembrance, driving a car, a large dog dashing into the road, swerve, a thump and a sickening crunch as his car centered a tree. Harold stepped back, eyes big as saucers, he seemed only to be able to breath in, and then just as suddenly it was gone. Harold looked down at the terrier who was studying him curiously. There said the terrier. Now that is done. Soon the bliss will come and you will be fine. Better than fine actually. But wait said Harold, there is much I dont understand. I mean, I lived my life on earth as a human, I had a job, a career even, I worried about the rent. I worried about women. I loved a woman. I went to church. I paid taxes!! I know, I know, said the terrier. Dont ask me how I know. To be frank, Ive never run into this before. And usually shortly after crossing the bridge, the bliss has settled all concerns. No doubt your living a human life has complicated or at least delayed the process. But, continued the terrier, It seems understanding comes as quickly as your questions and yes, oh yes, he chuckled, I do understand, oh dear lad, my heart goes out to you. the terrier paused for a minute while Harold stood silently looking not so much sad as terribly confused. Have a seat my dear boy and let me see if I can explain. Harold sat in what felt like cool green grass, but looked like pliant, green shaded, translucent glass. The poor humans, the terrier began, have a better deal and a worse deal than we of the canine persuasion. For instance, my love life, to speak discretely was marvelously fun and fulfilling. Yours, I now understand, not so much. All that thinking and ego and fear. tsk tsk shaking his small head, And then the free will, and the spiritual demands you believed you lived under, oh my, I can certainly understand your consternation. And while understanding that you were a human, I do not say you were wrong in your concerns, as I said I cannot speak to those, but simply, lad, you are a dog and the realization of that fact will soon overwhelm you and the sooner the better, having to think these thought is no fun for someone like me, I assure you. But I am a human, what is my soul doing here? pleaded Harold. Oh pish tosh, said the terrier. You are a dog you have no soul, what your existence has been, beyond the temporal dwelling, is spirit. All creatures have spirit, it is the essence of the Creator. The spirit comprises many and many comprise it, it is the ism of all existence, and only free will can separate it from the source. Which while I know you believed you possessed it having lived a life more or less as a human, you most certainly do not, as evidenced by the fact that you are here. Now, there is much more I might say on the subject, but I really do not wish to dwell on such things longer than is necessary. Are you quite satisfied? Harold, wanted to ask more questions, but while the terrier had talked, a strange and not unpleasant feeling had crept over him. He looked at his hands and his crossed legs and seemed confused by what he saw, but was not troubled in that confusion. What he seemed to want most, was to lie down in the cool substance on which he sat and roll and stretch, and maybe take a nap in the warm light that bathed him. And so he did. Upon awakening, Harold leapt to his feet feeling full of energy and exceptionally happy. He acknowledged no reason for it, nor felt the need for one. He scampered about playing and communing with his fellows, of all shapes and sizes, and kissed the grass which kissed him back and spoke to the trees which hailed him happily, and for the first time in his existence, though he did not realize it, felt completely at peace, content and whole, and at one with the universe and all that is, and forever. ;-) Please no theological, arguments or complaints. This, as stated, is nothing more than Fiction, a story which you may or may not have enjoyed. Had I wanted to make a theologically probable premise, I should have taken a year sabbatical to study and write. It is just for fun. I hope you enjoyed it. ;-)
Posted on: Sat, 04 Oct 2014 21:46:08 +0000
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