The real house of detention (an allegory)
Can you take life? Can you give life? If you can answer both questions, “yes,” you are God, Christ, and all enlightened clairvoyant prophets and seers combined!
On those two questions, I can honestly say “no cheating”! With that, I begin this article. Who wouldn’t love to consciously be more than they are and have the power to do more than they can, even taking and giving life at will like or better than Darth Plagueis the Wise/Hego Damask the Sith Lord in “Star Wars?” “?
In fact, and unfortunately, we have to settle for self-control that still falls short of that kind of power like God creating dirt from scratch with only nature on his side as opposed to the scientist who needs all kinds of “things”, machines and complicated processes to create dirt out of “nothing”. Yes, the real house of detention that we all face is the very concepts of limitation, weakness and dependency: like the politician in power who depends on the support of the people to maintain power, make laws and do “everything”, that is an obvious point. which I mean essentially by genuine weakness, dependency and limitations or commitment.
So here is the allegorical part of this article now: a politician has a near death experience. That politician knows the creator he believes in. The creator or God/Deity/Source gives you the choice to go to heaven or hell. First the politician sees heaven, the people sitting on the clouds bored, strumming the strings of the harp for eternity without having to eat, drink or do anything “interesting”. It is “just heaven”. The politician then goes to hell and finds it “better than Earth” such as the immoral party he never had with “great sex”, wild party deals, thrills and “wonderful and exciting immoral things” like the drugs he they place it without the other. consequences of them. Things an immoral person would like anyway. So, since he gets all the “party” in hell instead of boredom and eternal life, peace and harp strumming in heaven. That politician says and means “send me to hell for eternity, that’s the real paradise!” and even he files papers on that near death experience with the devil to go there. Then the politician really dies, and he is left with nothing but emptiness. Neither fire nor brimstone. Just empty and absolutely nothing. “God says, I can’t help you, you signed the papers and turned yourself in to the Devil. The Devil says, ‘All that compelling, exciting scene was the campaign, and this nothing is the real, genuine charge you signed for. Read the contract!” Too late and that’s how it works. Look at reality, technicality and all that counts for details.