Free write 10/26/19

My favorite juice is Arizona Iced Tea- not just the iced tea flavor but the others, like fruit punch and mango madness.  Every Saturday I go out and then on the way home I stop at the CVS and buy one, along with some candy to munch on when I get home.  I usually stop by the Starbucks around six o’clock, just to go on my computer and watch YouTube videos and write.  While I do so, stuff floats around the Starbucks like comics captions.  People’s thoughts rise into the air and pop like bubbles.  I never listen, because I am too polite.

The other night, one thought found its way to my computer, through the keyboard and on to the screen, like magic.  It was during a dream, I think, but then again it might have been an out of body experience, where I got out of bed, left my apartment building in my pajamas, and walked down the street to the Starbucks.  And in the dream/out of body experience I pulled my computer out of my bag and placed it on the table and opened it up to YouTube, and I listened to Always Be My Baby by Mariah Carey, and while watching it the words popped up about the thing with heaven and hell that has plagued my mind, since the idea popped into my mind the other day that heaven isn’t perfect.  In the other dream, I was walking down the street and a short guy with black curly hair walked up to me and told me that while he and his sister Gabriella were in heaven, some entities (I don’t want to say people because they may have been angles too) came and took 66,000 angels in heaven down to hell, including Gabriella; just out of nowhere, one day, for seemingly (to him) for no reason.  Then he told me his name was Gabriel and he stuck out his hand and I shook it and his eyes gleamed emerald.  He told me how he missed his sister and one of is life goals (besides having sex with me) was for her to come back to heaven, because he loved her, and he said I was the only one who could bring her back. 

Then he sat down with me on the park bench that I was afraid to sit on because of the epidemic that has been happening in the city of Chicago, because of people that have been pouring laundry detergent and oil about the streets.  He sat down with me and told me not to be afraid and pulled out his cell phone and went on YouTube and we watched a video about Nazi Germany and Hitler.  After watching it I figured out that the same thing had happened in history, during World War II when Hitler took people away from their homes into Nazi camps.  Gabriel didn’t say it, but I figured it out through the magic angel tuition that surrounded us:  Mary Magdalene was Hitler.  She was getting back at eternity because people started to blame her for the 66,000 angels brought to hell from heaven, after Jesus died.  It made me wonder, did those angels deserve it?  Was there a reason why the angels were taken away?  Did something other than God know that if it wasn’t done (the 66,000 angels being taken) that heaven would fall, again?  Of course, the Jews that were taken away weren’t to blame, they were victims to Hitler and Hitler was like that because of what he saw in a past life. 

Then I woke up and realized that it was Saturday, and I would be at the Starbucks soon.  The last time I was awake and there, a kid I used to go to school with was there, and he told me he hated me because his girlfriend had died.  I guess he blamed it on me.  His face looked like a clown face, like his friend’s that my intuition said was supposed to be my true love.  And it scared the crapola out of me.  But I guess that’s how it is, hate goes around, and people differ from other people.  But now I know I will never be Mary Magdalene, nor a dream, nor an intuition, because of the possibility that I may go back in time.