Chapter XVIII Last Dance in Hell



      Still fallen back to hell Jack was screaming at Satan.  Satan was
sitting on a gold black and red throne in the same room with a bible in his
hands.  He was decked out in a black suit that looked very expensive.
What the hell was that bullshit jack was screaming as he did he landed and
started running for the devil but ended up running into some sort of
invisible wall.  Jack continued I saw myself get up and Lora too so how the
fuck am I here?  He said quiet down and don't ever make an attempt to come
for me again I am still a god even if it is of evil.


      Jack asked furiously look asshole why am I here?  Because you died the
devil screamed.  I never said Tommy was going to die just you.   What?
Jack asked confused and pissed off.  Jack this may be the easiest soul I
ever obtained.  You're now on your last chance and guess what you still
don't know all the rules yet.  It's like this Jack.  Tommy's heart stopped
that equals death you exit the body and Tommy revives.  Jack says he would
be walking around without a soul.  Why because your not their kid?  You
need to wake up jack it's the 11th hour its time to dance and turn over
that soul.  See jack you don't get it.  You possessed that kid Tommy made
him do all that evil shit.  Now he is left with a sister who wants to bang
him and a soul bound for me!  Thanks kid you gave me a gift actually two.


      No you're not getting away with that if Tommy woke up then that means
I was still alive in him and had a chance to for fill my obligation to save
her.  See jack you just don't get it.  It was never your body that time.
You never had control.  See Jack it's like this.  You had plenty of
opportunities to jump in front of a bullet you failed twice.  How many
chances did you think I was going to give you?  And besides just because
you were in the body doesn't mean you own in.  Like me I possessed people
before I never owned them.  They weren't me.  See problem with you humans
is your standing here in front of me but part of you still thinks I am not
real. You know its not just Jesus that has a few good stories I got a few
of my own.  Try this on for size.  He pulled out a small book from his
inside vest pocket and opened it up to about the middle of the book and
said.  Here is a story from your world.


      On July 22nd I was in route to Washington, DC for a business trip. It
was all so very ordinary, until we landed in Denver for a plane change. As
I collected my belongings from the overhead bin, an announcement was made
for Mr. Albert Johnson to see the United Customer Service Representative
immediately.


I thought nothing of it until I reached the door to leave the plane and I
heard a gentleman asking every male if he were Mr. Johnson. At this point I
knew something was wrong and my heart sunk.


When I got off the plane a solemn-faced young man came toward me and said,
"Mr. Johnson, there is an emergency at your home. I do not know what the
emergency is, or who is involved, but I will take you to the phone so you
can call the hospital."


My heart was now pounding, but the will to be calm took over. Woodenly, I
followed this stranger to the distant telephone where I called the number
he gave me for the Hospital. My call was put through to the trauma center
where I learned that my three-year-old son had been trapped underneath the
automatic garage door for several minutes, and that when my wife had found
him he was dead. CPR had been performed by a neighbor, who is a doctor, and
the paramedics had continued the treatment as Robbie was transported to the
hospital.


By the time of my call, Robbie was revived and they believed he would live,
but they did not know how much damage had been done to his brain, nor to
his heart. They explained that the door had completely closed on his little
sternum right over his heart. He had been severely crushed. After speaking
with the medical staff, my wife sounded worried but not hysterical, and I
took comfort in her calmness.


The return flight seemed to last forever, but finally I arrived at the
hospital six hours after the garage door had come down. When I walked into
the intensive care unit, nothing could have prepared me to see my little
son lying so still on a great big bed with tubes and monitors everywhere.
He was on a respirator. I glanced at my wife who stood and tried to give me
a reassuring smile. It all seemed like a terrible dream. I was filled-in
with the details and given a guarded prognosis. Robbie was going to live,
and the preliminary tests indicated that his heart was OK, two miracles in
and of themselves. But only time would tell if his brain received any
damage.


Throughout the seemingly endless hours, my wife was calm. She felt that
Robbie would eventually be all right. I hung on to her words and faith like
a lifeline. All that night and the next day Robbie remained unconscious. It
seemed like forever since I had left for my business trip the day before.


Finally at two o'clock that afternoon, our son regained consciousness and
sat up uttering the most beautiful words I have ever heard spoken. He said,
"Daddy hold me" and he reached for me with his little arms.


By the next day he was pronounced as having no neurological or physical
deficits, and the story of his miraculous survival spread throughout the
hospital. You cannot imagine, we took Robbie home, we felt a unique
reverence for the life and love of our Heavenly Father that comes to those
who brush death so closely.


In the days that followed there was a special spirit about our home. Our
two older children were much closer to their little brother. My wife and I
were much closer to each other, and all of us were very close as a whole
family. Life took on a less stressful pace. Perspective seemed to be more
focused, and balance much easier to gain and maintain. We felt deeply
blessed. Our gratitude was truly profound.


Almost a month later to the day of the accident, Robbie awoke from his
afternoon nap and said, "Sit down Mommy. I have something to tell you." At
this time in his life, Robbie usually spoke in small phrases; so to say a
large sentence surprised my wife. She sat down with him on his bed, and he
began his sacred and remarkable story.


"Do you remember when I got stuck under the garage door? Well, it was so
heavy and it hurt really bad. I called to you, but you couldn't hear me. I
started to cry, but then it hurt too bad. And then the 'birdies' came."
"The birdies?" my wife asked puzzled.


"Yes," he replied. "The birdies made a whooshing sound

and flew into the garage. They took care of me." "They did?"


"Yes," he said. "One of the birdies came and got you. She came to tell you
"I got stuck under the door." A sweet reverent feeling filled the room. The
spirit was so strong and yet lighter than air. My wife realized that a
three-year-old had no concept of death and spirits, so he was referring to
the beings who came to him from beyond as "birdies" because they were up in
the air like birds that fly. "What did the birdies look like?" she asked.


Robbie answered, "They were so beautiful. They were dressed in white, all
white. Some of them had green and white. But some of them had on just
white." "Did they say anything?"


"Yes," he answered. "They told me the baby would be all right." "The baby?"
my wife asked confused. Robbie answered. "The baby laying on the garage
floor." He went on, "You came out and opened the garage door and ran to the
baby. You told the baby to stay and not leave."


My wife nearly collapsed upon hearing this, for she had indeed gone and
knelt beside Robbie's body and seeing his crushed chest whispered, "Don't
leave us Robbie, please stay if you can." As she listened to Robbie telling
her the words she had spoken, she realized that the spirit had left His
body and was looking down from above on this little lifeless form. "Then
what happened?" she asked.


"We went on a trip," he said, "far, far away." He grew agitated trying to
say the things he didn't seem to have the words for. My wife tried to calm
and comfort him, and let him know it would be okay. He struggled with
wanting to tell something that obviously was very important to him, but
finding the words was difficult.



"We flew so fast up in the air. They're so pretty Mommy," he added. "And
there are lots and lots of birdies." My wife was

stunned. Into her mind the sweet comforting spirit enveloped her more
soundly, but with urgency she had never before known. Robbie went on to
tell her that the "birdies" had told him that he had to come back and tell
everyone about the "birdies." He said they brought him back to the house
and that a big fire truck and an ambulance were there. A man was bringing
the baby out on a white bed and he tried to tell the man that the baby
would be okay. The story went on for an hour.


He taught us that "birdies" were always with us, but we don't see them
because we look with our eyes and we don't hear them because we listen with
our ears. But they are always there, you can only see them in here (he put
his hand over his heart). They whisper the things to help us to do what is
right because they love us so much. Robbie continued, stating, "I have a
plan, Mommy. You have a plan. Daddy has a plan. Everyone has a plan. We
must all live our plan and keep our promises. The birdies help us to do
that because they love us so much."


In the weeks that followed, he often came to us and told all, or part of
it, again and again. Always the story remained the same. The details were
never changed or out of order. A few times he added further bits of
information and clarified the message he had already delivered. It never
ceased to amaze us how he could tell such detail and speak beyond his
ability when he talked about his birdies.


Everywhere he went, he told strangers about the "birdies." Surprisingly, no
one ever looked at him strangely when he did this. Rather, they always got
a softened look on their face and smiled. Needless to say, we have not been
the same ever since that day, and I pray we never will be.


      Your biggest question right now is why Satan would tell such a
wonderful story?  Well lets reflect on it a minute.  Birdies what a way to
describe an angel.  See the child didn't know what an angel was he never
was taught about that he was too young.  So when he started unwinding this
long detailed story of things he could not possible know it's only then
people listen.  See kid in all of your lives even with me at the helm the
birdies are talking to you.  See you need to listen to what the boy said.
You can't see them because people look for them with their eyes.  You can't
hear them because you listen with your ears.  See their not human they are
not of your world.  You have to be able to see with your mind and hear with
your soul.  They call people like that clairvoyant.  It's not anything the
rest of you couldn't learn.  Some just are more open too it up front.


      Jack said you almost sound like you want me too win why would you be
giving me all this advice.  What advice?  I told a story I got may of them.
 See what it always came down too is God has dubbed me evil, so evil I have
to be!  I never got that I was a good man someone you people might of even
looked up too.  He said I was filled with vanity and let my beauty go to my
head.  Well gee whiz if their were ever a being who let something go to
their head it was god.  Drunk with power always me me me.  Well kid that
all changes now.  Time to let it all hang out now kid!


      Everything that happened to you Jack them were birdies talking to you
my birdies.  What are you talking about Jack said.  Your lives Kim all of
it was shit you were destine to come to me.  Oh yeah you can win but if you
do who gives a shit.  Go live amongst the gods.  If I win thou Jack you
know what's going to happen to your soul.  You think its as easy as frying
in hell.  Dude let me tell you something I got billions of mother fuckers
burning look.  Just then a floor panel in front of then fell in to a very
long drop and at the bottom was a bunch of people in a lake of fire
screaming in pain while being attacked scratched raped and mutilated by
what only could be described as demons with fire and lava all around them.
Jack jumped back.  See your not going down their Jack I got a very special
plan.  Big man knows and can't interfere he has to sit back and watch like
me to see how you do.  What the hell are you getting are Satan?  Remember
when you were Jack Taylor you got saved?  Yeah what about it Jack said?
Your soul became pure at that moment.  And even before you could even have
sex with your lovely wife or even have one bad thought I got yeah.  Now if
you loose kid it all starts again and I Lucifer get my revenge on that
mother fucking back stabbing Michael who called himself my friend, and that
god who thought he saw the last of me.  Jack with your pure soul I am going
to reenter the gates of heaven and the war in heaven will begin again this
time ending with me taking Gods throne!


      It will never happen Jack said you're planning on me failing.  And I
haven't been away from my love Kim for three lifetimes to let her slip
away, and let you have your revenge.  You're just going to have to wait for
the next pure soul!  Say in what another few thousand years.  Jack you
haven't even come close to beating me what makes you think you have a
chance?  You don't even know what I have in store for you this final round.
 Jack answered knowing you more bullshit.  But I am on to your games now.
Trust nothing and no one right Devil.  Believe in nothing you see or hear.
You are not taking my soul to heaven you going to be thwarted once again,
as usual.  You know devil you suck at challenging god.  Every time you do
you end up with your ass in the air and burning in hell.  You know why God
made you ugly it wasn't because you were so beautiful and he was jealous!
It was because he wanted you to look in a mirror and see what your soul
really looked like.  He made you and you spit in his face.  Hell is too
good for you he should just end your existence.  The devil was infuriated
who the fuck are you?  You little shit to talk to me like that.  Ok you
think your playing with me lets see how you like your last life Jack.  You
will be the one you were when you started in name only!  Jack Taylor.  You
have to get your lady love to kill you.  Oh and as for your life.  For
talking to me like that you little punk.  You'll spend it being beaten and
raped by your own sisters.  Only this time you're not going to like it.
Hell you're going to life in fear.  You're going to even gain powers.
You're going to turn into me fucker.  You'll start wanting to kill
everything and everybody in sight lets see you deal with it mother fucker
back you go fuck face!  And with a snap of his fingers Jack was gone back
to earth once again.

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