Paul Lungust

Another Hell




I recently went to a hell.

It was a little scary at first.

I don't remember exactly how I got there.

I was not escorted, or so I thought.

I was greeted with, "What are you doing here?"

The place looked like your basic manually driven
multilevel coal mine.

But they didn't seem to be extracting anything.

The outside of the mountain was slick
like a new layer was being put on.

Everything was dirty.

The people were sweaty.

And this man in front of me
wore tattered trousers with no belt.

He had no shirt and dark splotches of filth and dirt
spread unevenly across every inch of his enormose potbelly.

His feet were hooves.

Thin hair ran up the center of his belly
and spread out across his chest as black and gray
mats of wet and dirty, greasy hair.

He was holding a staff of some kind.

It was a short staff painted colorfully
and was mostly held up in the air
giving emphasis to his commands.

"Well?" he barked at me as he shooed me away.

"On your way, now."

"And a good day to you, sir," I managed to speak as I turned to leave.

~~~

Sometimes the rules
prevent everyone
from winning.

Maybe winning should be made illegal.

~~~

So these creatures whom I encounter in my visions
seem to be able to....

There seems to be spirits that choose us
and stay with us.

These spirits speak to other spirits
who have chosen other people.

So when I talk to you
for example
there is a spirit in me
who is talking to a spirit in you
at levels and in dimensions
that are not seen by us.

It might be like when God calls me Peter.

And when I was in hell
that supervisor recognized me
or he recognized a spirit
in me.

I could have projected a dragon
or the face of
almost any other creature
as my accompanying spirit.

That is my choice.

God calls me Peter and Jesus holds my soul.

But I could have projected the devil
when I went down to hell
and would have been treated
very differently.

It is my choice
which is what makes me
who I am.

Daily Notes 2025/01/20

Soul Submission

I haven’t any agenda

I do as little as possible

to satisfy myself

and focus my attentions

in the direction

leading toward the dimension

of God on Earth.

Bring the damned and forsaken

back home.

Accept the wicked.

And tolerate the in-laws.

~

Devils in Heaven

Is a devil just “evil”

with a “d” a “deeee…sire”?

Can a devil change?

Does looking like a “devil”

make that thing a “devil”?

What then if it were I

who looked like a devil?

Our acts define us in God’s eyes.

So what then if a devil serves me tea?

Could a devil enter into heaven?

Does every thing have its own heaven…

…or is there just one for all?

Will the thorns and briers be brought in too?

What about the berries and roses?

~


Fence Posts In The Sand

If I were to stop being petty

would I then become penniless?

If I did not run as fast as I could

would I be squished

under a rolling monolith of time

things and people?

Do my feet on Earth

add or take away from

Earth’s gravity?

~


The Beggar

“I’m sorry for my behavior…

…there are so many people.

I must feed myself….”


The CEO

“I’m sorry for my behavior…

…there are so many people.

I must feed myself….”


The Thief

“I’m sorry for my behavior…

…there are so many people.

I must feed myself….”


The Solicitor

“I’m sorry for my behavior…

…there are so many people.

I must feed myself….”