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[bodytext] => I walked through Heaven's Gates and St. Peter did not recognize me; I had not sinned enough to warrant detection. I walked through checkpoint after checkpoint unseen bathed in light but opaque more presence than me, consumed with curiosity about what lay beyond; beyond Heavens Gate. There were lights and sprites, visions and presences protuberances and quivering entities all there and not there around me but none spoke to me. Is God's domain heavenly or a way-point to Limbo, Hell's Vestibule or Sacred Angel Space? The light weakened my eyes until I could only hear voices but could not see I groped lost, listening, hearing until I felt the force of transport, and suddenly I was hovering above an edifice being floated inside where I materialized before a still brighter light which contained the face of what I thought must be God. It was too much for me my mind blanked I could not think beyond a steady rising euphoria; bodiless and ether-like I rose on a soft breeze quivering in my soul gradually landing back on my bed; my body remembering he who touched me without touching me who moved his hand over me returned my heart to me. And now, I lay prone shaking feeling the weight of me on the bed discharged from the dream; abandoned to reality Not ready for heaven, not sinful enough for Hell; still here on earth unreconciled, to the In-Between. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 43 [informant] => lnnie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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