The Grey Bus to Heaven

The Great Divorce—Falsehoods tricked out as truths assail her in vain: she sees through the lie as if it were glass.

The Great Divorce, Sarah & the Tragedian (Chapters 12 & 13) by C.S. Lewis

Hell will not be allowed to hold Heaven hostage.
Joy will not be eternally subject to misery—
Hell cannot hold heaven hostage.

THE REASON why I asked if there were another river was this. All down one long aisle of the forest the under-sides of the leafy branches had begun to tremble with dancing light; and on earth I knew nothing so likely to produce this appearance as the reflected lights cast upward by moving water. A few moments later I realized my mistake. Some kind of procession was approaching us, and the light came from the persons who composed it.

First came bright Spirits, not the Spirits of men, who danced and scattered flowers—soundlessly falling, lightly drifting flowers, though by the standards of the ghost-world each petal would have weighed a hundred-weight and their fall would have been like the crashing of boulders. Then, on the left and right, at each side of the forest avenue, came youthful shapes, boys upon one hand, and girls upon the other. If I could remember their singing and write down the notes, no man who read that score would ever grow sick or old. Between them went musicians: and after these a lady in whose honour all this was being done.

I cannot now remember whether she was naked or clothed. If she were naked, then it must have been the almost visible penumbra of her courtesy and joy which produces in my memory the illusion of a great and shining train that followed her across the happy grass. If she were clothed, then the illusion of nakedness is doubtless due to the clarity with which her inmost spirit shone through the clothes. For clothes in that country are not a disguise: the spiritual body lives along each thread and turns them into living organs. A robe or a crown is there as much one of the wearer’s features as a lip or an eye.

But I have forgotten. And only partly do I remember the unbearable beauty of her face.

“Is it? … is it?” I whispered to my guide.

“Not at all,” said he. “It’s someone ye’ll never have heard of. Her name on earth was Sarah Smith and she lived at Golders Green.”

“She seems to be … well, a person of particular importance?”

“Aye. She is one of the great ones. Ye have heard that fame in this country and fame on Earth are two quite different things.”

“And who are these gigantic people . . . look! They’re like emeralds . . . who are dancing and throwing flowers before her?”

Haven’t ye read your Milton? A thousand livened angels lackey her,”

So dear to heav’n is saintly chastity,
That when a soul is found sincerely so,
A thousand liveried angels lackey her,
Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt,
And in clear dream and solemn vision
Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear,
Till oft converse with heav’nly habitants
Begin to cast a beam on th’ outward shape.

Comus, John Milton, Line 453

“And who are all these young men and women on each side?”

They are her sons and daughters.” “She must have had a very large family, Sir.” “Every young man or boy that met her became her son—even if it was only the boy that brought the meat to her back door. Every girl that met her was her daughter.”

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Hear ye, Hear ye

Bang the drum!

I declare a day of peace, happiness, and harmony in your environment while I dedicate my self to writing. But first, narrating a video via text for a blind friend, finding a new place for a cappuccino, and the ocean waves.

Peace is before War, remember please. Enjoy the lives of those still living around you, bring pleasure to people. Be the little joy in someone’s day. Lift a fellow up. In short, love.

Bring sunshine into all that you do. Be happy!

Live like you’re a Muppet, life now is but a mere movie in your dream’s first night of dreaming.

You can change the world, you know. Life is like a video game, where you start each anew with the knowledge you’ve gained from the day prior.

I never emailed Gidget to tell her my logic on no longer running for President, did I?