As the Old World Crumbles It’s Up to Us to Build a New One

“So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.”  – Pink Floyd

DreamBlogger – Ken Sheetz

I feel it.  The light workers all feel it.  The Shift is underway.  Energy pours through us transforming us in gentle yet powerful ways.

What’s important to realize as the world will seem to be coming down around our ears is that we have the power to visualize a better tomorrow.  This remains the main mission of DreamShield: Meditating on a bright future for us all.

Here’s a short screenplay I wrote during my inspirational stay at Laura De Leon’s home in the hills of Hollywood (find Laura at http://mymysticmuse.com ) about how gentle the shift can be yet create amazing change. An original story inspired by a Sunday sermon I once heard.

HEAVEN FROM HELL

Paramedics wheel Bill into a the ER on gurney.

Paramedic: 50 year-old male.  Had a heart attack when his accountant told him he lost everything to Bernie Madoff.

Suddenly the ER fades Bill finds himself at the gates of heaven talking to St. Peter.

Peter
Welcome to heaven, Bill. Sorry you can’t come in.

Bill
Oh, I’m going to hell. I knew it.

Peter
No, no, no, Bill. You’re not ready to die yet. You’ve been brought here as a sort of reporter.

Bill
Reporter?

Peter
Yep.

Bill
Reporting on what?

Peter
Let’s go to hell and you’ll see.

Before Bill can complain the pair vanish and reappear in a Chinese restaurant.

Bill
Hell is a Chinese restaurant?

Peter
Watch.

An elegant dinner of Chinese delicacies is served by beautiful beings. The food is a feast for all the senses and the diners all cheer.

Bill
If this is hell it looks tasty.

Peter
Watch.

The diners pick up chopsticks that are six feet long. As they grapple with the giant chopsticks one man bonks a lady on the head by accident.

LADY
Watch it, asshole.

MAN
Fuck you, bitch, and eat your chop suey.

The lady takes her big chopstick and crashes it down on the man’s head. Enraged face is full of blood from a gash on his skull, the man takes his chop stick up as javelin and hurls it at the lady. She ducks and the flying chopstick harpoons a child across the table.

Bill
Enough! Get me outta —

Peter touches Bill and he is frozen to the spot.

Peter
See you in a little while. Learn.

Peter vanishes as Bill makes a silent scream.

Bill watches as the entire table erupts into a war while the lovely food goes untouched. The father of the stricken child breaks his stick into stakes and stabs his daughter’s killer.

MONTAGE

Many months pass with Bill watching all. No matter how hard the angelic waiters try to break up the fight the diners keep fighting and never eating. The bloodied and scarred diners become now thin as skeletons, saggy skin hanging off them.

END MONTAGE

Peter reappears wearing Bermuda shorts and sporting a fresh tan. Frozen, Bill can only express with pleading eyes.

Peter taps Bill on the shoulder. The Chinese restaurant returns to its original peaceful state and Bill moves again.

Bill
Don’t make me watch anymore. I promise, St. Peter. I’ve learned my lesson.

Peter
And what’s that?

Bill
Use smaller chopsticks?

Bill instantly freezes and the entire war erupts again into the giant chopstick war.

MONTAGE

Years pass with Bill watching. New diners appear and though it might start out a little more peaceful eventually every last person dies a horrible death before Bill’s frozen visage.

END MONTAGE

As the Chinese restaurant resets for new guests Peter appears with Bernie Madoff at his side.

Peter
Be with you in a second, Billy boy. Just have to give Bernie a seat at the table.

Bill’s mouth creaks open but he is still frozen, except for being able to speak.

Bill
How long have I been watching this shit?

Peter
Not long.

Bill
How long is not long?

Peter
Thirty years give or take a decade.

Bill
Is that who I think it is?

Peter
Yup. Bill, Bernie. Bernie, Bill.

Bernie Madoff
Howdy, Bill. Gonna join us?

Bill
Nope. I’ll just watch.

Bill can’t help a giggle as the heavenly waiters serve up the delicious food.

Bernie Madoff
You sure? Looks mighty tasty.

Bill
Oh it is. You’re gonna love it.

The lady next to Bernie bumps into him with her giant chopsticks.

Bernie
These chopsticks are a nightmare. Why don’t we just eat with our fingers?

Bill
You can’t against the rules.

Bernie, a smart man if a crook, tries anyways to eat with his fingers. Bernie’s fingers light up with an electric jolt and he lets out a yelp.

Bill
Told, ya. Arrogant bastard. You’re in hell where you belong!

Bernie
I am most certainly not. St. Peter himself told me I was in heaven.

Just as Bernie says this the man beside him bonks Bernie on the head with his chopstick.

Bernie
Ouch.

As the fighting escalates Bernie leaps from his chair and clanks two pans together for attention.

Bernie
People. This will get us nowhere. The table is about the width of our chopsticks. How about we try feeding each other from across the table?

Bill
Don’t listen to him. It’s a trick!

Man
Seems a good idea to me.

Bill
That’s Bernie Madoff. He’s a liar and the biggest damned thief who ever lived!

Bernie
I repented all that decades ago. I worked from behind bars to save millions from hunger.

Lady
I say we try. Bernie, you start. This was your idea.

Bill
Dig your own graves.

Bernie takes the giant chopsticks under his arm pits and reaches the plate of the lady across the table. With some sweat and effort Bernie manages to lift and egg roll off the plate. Everyone holds their breath as Bernie strains to gently place the egg roll in the lady’s mouth.

The lady’s face glows as she chews.

Lady
Heavenly! Let me try.

The lady who had killed the man a million times copies Bernie’s example. As the man swallows he grins ear to ear. Soon to Bill’s amazement and horror all are feeding each other beautifully with the giant chopsticks.

Peter touches Bill and he moves freely again.

Peter
Learn anything, Bill?

Bill falls to his knees and sobs.

Bill
Hell can be heaven if we take care of one another?

Peter nods with a proud smile.

Peter
What are you gonna do when you get back to earth?

Bill
Well, I ain’t going to have Chinese.

Peter
Bill…

Bill
Share this story. Share how love can make a heaven out of hell.

Peter snaps his fingers and Bill vanishes.

THE END

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