Category: Afterlife

Work in progress on the road to God

Since the death of my wife, I spend my nights drinking gin and watching old movies. In other words, I live in a fantasy world of make-believe and mayhem, depending on the movie.

It’s preferable to the world of reality and the endless grief of living without my life’s companion.

There’s another fantasy world out there — way out there — revolving around the uncorroborated hope that when we die, or sometime thereafter, loved ones and soulmates and husbands and wives will be reunited in a realm or sphere or dimension or phenomenon or heaven or whatever, hidden somewhere in the space-time continuum of the wondrous and unimaginably miraculous universe.

All of which was sheer nonsense I used to think, before I received a totally unexpected phone call last month from a long lost friend from the 1980s when my wife and I lived in Miami Beach.

The friend who called from out of the past — her name is Renata (I love that name) — believes that my “uncorroborated hope” is reality and that it will happen, if one believes, and even, I suppose, if one doesn’t believe.

As far as Renata is concerned, I am a work in progress. All I know is, I’m feeling a whole lot less suicidal than I did before she called.

And here’s the kicker, as an old reporter like me would say, the full name of the person who called from out of the blue at my time of suicidal depression, is Renata de Dios.

If you don’t know Spanish, look it up. And while you’re about it, look up: Dios se mueve de maneras misteriosas.

Secrets after death

Dear Guy de Michêl

c/o American Daze/Purple Haze,

New York, NY 10001:

Thank you for your letter, it was good to hear from you. In answer to your question, I will not live long enough (by hundreds if not thousands of years) to be around to witness voyages into deep space — but way before any of that I might find some answers when I die and am transported through space and time on an as-yet undiscovered wave length in the electromagnetic spectrum. I call it a state of wave-being, transcending beyond all imagination the limitations of being a human being.

The phenomenon of wave-being comes to me on reliable authority. 

The following is a portion of a transcript of a recording of a conversation between myself and a person who died and secretly communicated it to me by means that at this point in my research are unknown. Personal portions of the conversation have been omitted as irrelevant to the matter at hand.

THE EXCERPT: Think of waves in the electromagnetic spectrum. Over the years, humans have managed to capture some of the invisible waves — radio and television waves, microwaves, ultraviolet, x-rays, gamma rays, but there are immeasurably more out there that humans cannot see or catch. I am one of those waves. Call it yet another undiscovered wave length.

That is all I am at liberty to divulge at this point, but I believe it is substantive to the subject of your letter.

Perhaps we could meet for schnapps on your next visit to Düsseldorf.

Yours, etc.

Prof. Wilhelm Michelob,

University of Wunschdenken.