Eternal Heaven

[Everything]

Eternal heaven

 

If you don't feel good and you want to feel like eternal heaven should.

It would be so relieving to enter such an existance and life.

So relaxing to no more have any worries at all in life.

To know that you will never ever get bored again and all of eternal existance shall garuantee that you will experience only fun and joy and pleasure. And never any kind of discomfort ever again. For the rest of your eternal existance. You can be rest assured that once you enter eternal heaven, there is no turning back. You will only have fun from now on. Because every direction you face will be heaven and joy and you will not be able to denie the magnificence of such. Even if you tried to resist, your effort would flower into exiliration, perhaps joy or laughter. Who knows how it would expand? Whatever you do, the outcome is allways a suprise and unknown, eternally suprising you with yet another new and unique expression of joy and pleasure and fun. Your experience is eternally and totally locked up in fun and pleasure and freedom and adventure. Safely departing from safety, whenever you want, because there is no place outside of eternity in eternal heaven. Even hell in eternal heaven can be deliriously exilirating for the adventurous type. Whatever your journey may be, wether it be one of danger or safety or fun or crazyness, all will be experienced with a garuantee of exiliration. And you will never ever run out of things you want to do, even when you run out of things you want to do. Even if you decide you didn't care anymore about what to choose or what you want, you would experience the absolute perfection and most magnificent expression of that statement. The beauty of laziness and the care of being fully supported by the eternally varrying heaven that even includes more variety for you to enjoy. Should you ever get bored, all of excitement in all of existance will instantly collapse unto your being and exponentially compress untill you stop defying the law of existance, wherever you are, which basicly means, no, you will never ever feel boredom ever again. And infact, it would not even matter what you wished or not wished anymore, because you have no other choice but to be in eternal heaven and eternally having fun. Who cares about what you think from now on, you can think about poop even if you are enjoying the most delicious meal on the heaven! If you think you can be disgusted in heaven, you're wrong! Go ahead and try, I dare you to poop and eat and be blown away by the unique and amazing taste of heavenly poop. In eternal heaven, we litteraly put holy to the shit! And you will be happy, no matter what happens. You will experience all things from the joyful perspective of eternal joy. Never ceasing its appreciation of all things that exist.

 

You would have no more worries. You could relax and all things would be taken care of. You would suddenly feel a huge rush for joyoush adventure and you would know that there lies more pleasure for you in that adventure and there would never be anything to stop you from going with that natural flow of expansion that is eternally present and expanding. Whatever you do and wherever you are or whoever you are, you will be the best of that person in all of existance. There could be no better you in that moment then that you. It would be perfect just as it is. And you would never find yourself complaining about not wanting to be you. Infact, you would fall so in love with you, you would want to be more of yourself every single second and you coulden't wait to become more of yourself again and again and again!! You are allways you! and allways eternal heaven knows what you want, even if you don't. And you will receive it. And be suprised by yet another suprisingly fun experience. Never having expected that it would come, even if you are in doubt about there being more fun for you, as if fun can run out of itself, you will experience the fun anyway and you will never ever get bored. Eternally

[Everything]

If you are feeling afraid, go ahead and catch heaven's bait!

My platform is currently safe and so is eternal heaven safe. There exists no fear or anticipation of danger in heaven, there is no such thing. Its all in my mind. Let go of it. It's complete nonsense. It has got nothing to do with what I want. What I don't want will never ever bother me ever again. It's gone. Poof. Say goodbye, because that's the only fun thing you're allowed to do in eternal heaven. Imo you can say your goodbyes for eternity if you want, who the fuck cares. You are all that matters in eternal heaven. You will be safe forever. There is no possibility of danger. There is no such thing in eternal heaven. There is just security and confidence and absolute appreciation to the fullest of each moment in existance.

 

In heaven, danger is not painful but exciting and adventurous. Danger and failing is like; ooh I almost got it I want to try again and I want another shot at it because this is so much fun! I can't wait to get another try at this most adventurous and exciting challenge. The excitement never ends. This is where I want to be. I woulden't want to be anywhere else then where I am right now, for allways and eternity. Where I am shall allways be the best place in all of existance! How comforting to know that I am in eternal heaven.

[Everything]

Oh and it is so fun to be in eternal heaven, because I will never ever get bored ever again. Never ever get annoyed ever again. No more annoyance. No more worries. Nothing but just fun and pleasure. There is no demand in eternal heaven and no time limit to your fun. You know you will have fun and enjoy yourself forever and ever and it will never stop and it will never diminish or decrease, it will only be able to increase in fun and time is no factor in heaven. There is no limitation to the possibilities in eternal heaven, there is an infinity of fun and joy and an eternity of pleasure and appreciation. All the things you want and don't even know you want yet. Eternally suprising you with more and more of new things you never knew you even wanted. There is no time limit, there is no ending, you will allways be here and you will never ever have to worry about being able to escape, because you will easily escape fun only to find yourself in more fun. There is no diminishment of fun possible. Even the diminishment of fun will be experienced as an increase of fun. How?

Dude, stop asking me that, because you are in eternal heaven.

[Marblehead]

I could buy "internal heaven".

[Everything]

 

I could buy "internal heaven".

Dude, in eternal heaven, that's just the beginning of what you could buy. They have stores as big as planets and you will take 5 million years to even peak around all the departments they have and the extremely dedicated service they have, oh my god! The people who work there are more passionate about there work then pamela is about her boobs! You will never ever get bored ever again! Edited November 1, 2013 by Everything

[9th]

!!!

[Everything]

 

In eternal heaven they have whole floating universities dedicated towards perfecting the answer to that question more and more every single day, eternally. One university for each flavour. 5 billion beings with tongues on campus per university. All kinds of tongues you see. Some beings even evolve during the research, and they allways have parties for all kinds of things. Lots of fun to be had, even though it's like real serious business fun.

Edited November 1, 2013 by Everything

[9th]

dude... like... dude...

 

http://youtu.be/b60fYopNnWw

[Everything]

dude... like... dude...

 

In eternal heaven we are like family. Even though we just met, we already know everything about eachother. And it is fun to know more. There shall allways be more to know about one another.

[9th]

The bad news is: there is a Hell. An actual Hell! Literally underground, there exists a borderless dimension of never-ending punishment reserved for those deceased failures who bit off more than they could chew... who thought they were going to be some kind of BIG SHOT.

 

But you -- you consider Hell a metaphor, a joke. "Oh, I want to go to Hell! All my friends are down there!" It's a POPULAR joke. A joke that won't be quite so funny, come one of these eternities.

 

You'll find out! There's a special section of Hell for each earthly profession in which one might fail... including yours. For instance: if, on this plane, you always wanted to be a "star," in the Afterlife you'll once again find yourself up on stages, talking and yelling, playing music, wearing nutty outfits and trying to make an impression on the audience. The only difference is that this time, it isn't some kind of 'art statement' that will be over when the curtain comes down, but eternal torment. And the audience isn't paying customers, but paid demons.

 

In some ways it's hardly any different from life here on Earth.* Even in Hell, you STILL have to work a horrible day job. Only after laboring on something uncreative for a week that lasts 1,000 weeks do you 'earn' the 'right' to 'perform.'

 

And then, of course, the real Eternity starts. For your act is ALWAYS THE SAME, and ALWAYS BAD -- ever reminding you that you are a rank amateur. Only the circumstances change. You spend eternity going from predicament to predicament, each time thinking things might improve, yet each time having your hopes dashed more heartlessly. The audience-demons and the promoter-demons are infinitely inventive when it comes to inducing prolonged, inescapable, snowballing panic.

 

The most insidiously clever aspect of these Hells, you see, is that before each performance, you FORGET you are IN HELL. Only at the peak moment of psychic pain do you suddenly remember where you really are, and that it's FOREVER. It is from the ultimate horror induced by this CLIMACTIC REALIZATION that Hell is fueled. The fear of fear itself, self-amplifying, is recycled through your head over and over, feeding on itself like a breeder reactor.

 

Let's look at a few examples of just what you may have to look forward to. Remember, each of these will seem to last so much longer than the rest of your 'life' that the span of time is utterly incomprehensible to anyone who hasn't been there -- and impossible to communicate for one who has.+

 

One of the more common situations -- one in which you'll find yourself, with slight variations, billions upon billions of times -- is the old "Wrong Place, Wrong Time" routine. You're in, say, the Bible Belt of Hell, and you're a gay black mime who does a show heavy on liberal social relevance. Your regular hippie audience didn't come, because the wrong date was printed on the posters, and the place is filling up with drunk redneck "False Christian" type devils who were turned away from the fancy restaurant next door. (The fact that the audiences in Hell are almost always drunk is both a blessing and a curse; their inebriation improves their appreciation of your show, but also inspires them to throw whole beer bottles rather than just chips of ice and plastic cups.) You had intended to party and dance after your show, so you stupidly took psychedelic drugs, timing them so they'd 'hit' after you're offstage.

 

BUT THE SCHEDULE IS CHANGED.

 

By the time you finally go on, you're mumbling incoherent profanity, but thinking you're being brilliant. (You learn the truth later, when they make you watch the videotape AGAIN and AGAIN for ten thousand years.) The club-manager-devil himself hands out rotten tomatoes to the now hostile crowd; in the barrage of ice and vegetables, the $5,000 synthesizers you borrowed from friends are destroyed. Your old high school rival is there, the person who used to beat you up, who got all the dates, who now makes far more money than you do. In a moment of optimism, you had told this person that you were now a big star and invited him to the show, thinking you'd finally get some sort of psychic revenge. While you are onstage, you see him leave with your wife. Then you realize that your parents, your in-laws, and the guy you just applied for a job with, have also been in the audience THE ENTIRE TIME.

 

The helpless, impotent knowledge of the full depth of your stupidity is frozen in your mind, amplified, and protracted out over millenia.

 

And the same thing can work just as well in reverse! This time, the place of torture is an art museum and the demons in the audience are wimpy academic Yuppie artboy students, radical feminists, and unbearably condescending failed-critic-type professors. Thinking they're 'hip,' you go out on a limb and do your most outrageous routines about being a black gay mime doing a show for rednecks. But it all falls flat and they take it completely wrong; these humorless do-gooders think you're a dumb redneck making fun of gay black mimes. The demons are walking out, hissing and booing, writing scathing reviews. You stammer vainly as the flames of disapproval and misunderstanding lick at your hide.

 

A little deeper into the Inferno, you'll find the opposite situation. This time you have a GREAT booking -- you're opening for a major Hell rock act in a huge stadium. It's being televised. You are right on the verge of becoming a 'name act;' this is your BIG CHANCE to ESCAPE from Hell and start getting gigs in Heaven. You've worked for YEARS to be ready for this show.

 

But the whole thing has been overhyped; there's no way you can possibly live up to the promotion. The critic devils are all out there, waiting to see if you're as 'hot' as you're cracked up to be. You're being paid so much that you'll probably lose half your friends from the sheer envy your excellent luck has produced. You have a terrible fight backstage with your main co-performers just before you go on, upsetting everyone and ruining the 'vibes.' Then you learn that the video projector has blown a bulb; the elaborate interactive video backdrop on which your show depends WON'T BE THERE. It's just going to be YOU ALONE; you have to completely rearrange your act in the 5 minutes before you're on.

 

You finally make yourself walk out on stage in front of those thousands and thousands of STARING EYES, and THE SPOTLIGHTS ARE FAR, FAR BRIGHTER THAN YOU EVER IMAGINED. You can't see a damned thing, nor can you hear anything over the impatient mutterings of the vast throng. You realize that with so many people out there, and with you effectively blinded and deafened, THERE CAN BE NO DIRECT RAPPORT with the audienceas you know it. You can't 'zero in;' there's no focus. You're WAY OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE. And, for the first time in years, TRUE stage fright sets in -- you wreck your opening lines, forget the first punchline, and finally go COMPLETELY BLANK.

 

You are standing out there in front of all these people who can TELL you're about to wet your pants with fear, and they don't even laugh; it's embarrassing even for the demons to watch you blow your career like this. Several people in the front row keep screaming something at you -- you try to ignore them, even insult them, when finally you realize they're telling you YOUR FLY IS DOWN. You are totally unzipped! Because you had seen this once happen to Janor Hypercleats, you try to remember his snappy come-back: "It's SUPPOSED to be that way. It SAVES TIME"... but IT SLIPS YOUR MIND. (You remember LATER, in the unforgiving, endless throes of hindsight.)

 

OR: You've finally made the Letterman or Carson show, or whatever, but you're so nervous that just before you go on, you get drunk. The superstar guest ahead of you is superb, the very picture of self-assurance, an impossible act to follow. Then YOU walk out there, but KNOWING THEY CAN TELL YOU'RE INEBRIATED makes you tongue-tied and inane. You can only sit it out, knowing WITH EVERY PASSING SECOND how you must look to 40 million viewers... the emotion of REGRET is amplified a thousandfold in the unmerciful knowledge that you are IRREVOCABLY BLOWING IT...

 

Another common scenario (from which you never learn, thanks to Hell's curious amnesiac qualities) is the Produce-It-Yourself-And-Lose-Your-Life-Savings show predicament. You're performer, promoter, agent, roadie, stage manager, scenery painter, program book designer, projector operator, prop master and groupie , all rolled into one. Despite careful planning, you get overworked and end up going without sleep for 3 nights prior to the show. Plus, you have a bad cold and diarrhea. You had to sink all your spouse's money into leasing the stage, mailing out p.r., renting all the equipment, etc.; you need to sell 700 tickets to break even.

 

A hundred people come to the show, and half of them are 'comps'. Your fellow performers are so disgusted they get drunk and leave.

 

And you have to get out there and be funny.

 

Occasionally your show will go BEAUTIFULLY -- but then you meet the fans, all of them the kind of people you most loathe. That these people like you is the surest sign that your are, yourself, a presumptuous fool. They love you so much, in fact, that they steal your irreplaceable props as momentoes.

 

And then there are the DEMON CLUB OWNERS. They speak a sort of impenetrable finance-oriented showbiz jargon that always misleads you into thinking they were going to pay your plane fare. There inevitably comes that unspeakably seedy moment (or eternity, rather) in which you huddle with them in the club office, separating money into little piles on the sticky, beer-splattered office floor, with the management taking chunk after chunk off your pile (which you must split with your co-performers, who trusted you) while explaining these little robberies in terms you can't possibly understand. Once again, the sure knowledge of how unutterably stupid you really are is seared into what's left of your soul.

 

Some Hell gigs are worse than others, and down in the very deepest levels of Show Biz Hell one gets the swankest high-design New Wave nitespots. These are attended by rich, jaded, fashion-enslaved punk-poseur devils who spend $50 a week on elaborate haircuts or ritual scars that are supposed to show that they 'don't care.' These demons are far more interested in being seen at the right places, in the right 'outlaw' garb, than in the show itself. NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, these creatures will not drop their inpenetrable masks of studied boredom; NOTHING can make them react. You decide to get their attention by staging a FAKE SHOOTING as part of your act -- but there is an accident, and someone is REALLY KILLED! Yet, even as you are hauled off, screaming, for negligent homicide, and beaten in jail for being weird, they still will not recognize your existence; they sit and talk about who's playing next week.

 

 

 

But how do you GET to Hell? What crime, what unforgiveable sin, could damn you to this Vale of Unending Misery?

 

You are sentenced there for NOT BEING 'GOOD' ENOUGH IN THIS LIFE.

 

It doesn't matter whether you made money or not; it doesn't matter if you were critically acclaimed. So who defines 'good?' YOU DO. It's actually a simple mathematical formula: the ratio of what you expected to what you did. Your big mistake, ultimately, isn't in your performances themselves; it's in what you WANTED them to be, compared to how short they fell of that goal -- a goal that YOU SET. That's right, folks -- you can, and probably will, be ETERNALLY DAMNED just for TRYING TO DO TOO MUCH.

 

For not knowing any better.

 

 

"Pull the Lever; down you go." -- Dr. Gene Scott

 

 

The good news is: although you will have to spend one eternity in Hell, all the following Eternities are composed of Infinite Slack and Love. There is, thus, a reason for Hell; without first undergoing infinite pain and humiliation, forever, none of the succeeding Pleasure Dimensions would seem, by comparison, much different from Earth on a good day. You wouldn't be able to appreciate all that ecstasy without the breaking-in period of unceasing torment.

 

Knowing this won't do you much good once you get to Hell; you won't be able to remember this article. But, for now, we can at least console ourselves with the thought that no matter how miserable they may make us, our Earthly performances still serve as valuable practice for the Land Beyond the Veil.

 

 

*Earth is, after all, only the Top Floor of Hell; you are in Hell, now, but it's the part of Hell where you're made to think you're in "real life." When the demons try to tell you the truth, you think they're kidding -- you think they're making some kind of art statement!

 

+ Dante's Inferno is a hopelessly outdated work; Hell is constantly being upgraded in Pain Configurations to compensate for the ever-degenerating quality of life here on Earth.

[Everything]

The bad news is: there is a Hell...

 

...here on Earth.

Yeah, we are here to experience the freedom to choose things that cause us hurt and goes against our own nature, because it is unique and never before experienced, but this life is truely but a drop in an ocean. When your life is over, you return to eternal heaven and all the trauma's your soul had, including foul ideas such as eternal pain, will be dispelled in but under 4 minutes of idiotic laughter, only for you to continue your joyful adventures in freedom and happiness in eternal heaven. There is no such thing as failing or boredom or dissapointment in eternal heaven. You just perform by being yourself and you are allways appreciated for it and you allways receive that appreciation in the best form possibly suited for your situation and person in that moment. Wether you're a rock who's kissed by the river, or a rockstar who's cuddled by a warm wind of appreciation of his fans on a beautiful and perfect day. There is no exhaustion and concerts can last for months. And there are lot more activities, infact, infinite activities never before imagened. Every sound you make will be adored and cherrished and appreciated, because those 2000 souls that are watching are loving you like family. And they are all in love with you, with the fullness of who you are. Even your awkward mistakes are adored and cherrised exactly as they are. We love you because you're you, and there is no other you but you, so we watch and listen and let your sound touch us, for this rare moment that you will be making sounds for us, knowing that only you can make your sound and no one else can replicate it and so it is the most important event in history for all of us and we have no rush to go anywhere else in eternal heaven, you have our fullest appreciation. This one contains the highest amount of curiosity and eagerness, but also appreciation and addoration from all of your viewers and listeners and feelers. And people will even come up on stage if you want them to. They will know when you want company or a massage break. People love to listen to the sound of your slumber and appreciate the soothing, calm and relaxing vibe it radiates out. You also have your best females available, and there fulltime job is to look good, day girls and night girls, available 24/7 for your choosing. Why do you have them available? Because they love you and so there greatest passion in life is to be available for you 24/7. Because you're you, and there is no one else like you, but you. That's never gonna change.

 

And if you think you will be worried about a lack of inspiration? Think again, because you can even choose a life as batman, spiderman or superman on one of infinite planets available. All with a unique story, outfit and difficulty level. Infact, each planet has got infinite stories. You make thf story by just being you. You can even spend your batman days as a pizza delivery guy! And finance your own batman reading fanclub to read together! Whatever you wish and however exciting you wish it to be. There's also no pain, and death feels good. No failure, just challenges, to infinity. And the achievement of each challenge goes hand in hand with the most awesome rewards. So that the environment evolves aswell as a result of your evolution. Allways matching your excitement level and peaking your interest to the highest.

Edited November 2, 2013 by Everything

[Marblehead]

The bad news is: there is a Hell.

And that's internal too. (Sorry Y'all. You know me.)

[yabyum24]

There's a lady who's sure...

[9th]

*Earth is, after all, only the Top Floor of Hell; you are in Hell, now, but it's the part of Hell where you're made to think you're in "real life." When the demons try to tell you the truth, you think they're kidding -- you think they're making some kind of art statement!

[zanshin]

Wondering what both are like for masochists. Even athletes and outdoorspeople know, a little suffering can be enjoyable.

[Everything]

 

Wondering what both are like for masochists. Even athletes and outdoorspeople know, a little suffering can be enjoyable.

In eternal heaven there is no possibility of the conjuration of contradicting or opposing ideas. All ideas and thoughts added to the flow of greater and more varrying joy. It is not possible to accidentally or purposefully think or pick a thought that feels worse then the previous. Every thought you create adds to your pleasure and expands your awareness and experience and understanding of your appreciation for the uniqueness of the situation.

[Everything]

 

And that's internal too. (Sorry Y'all. You know me.)

Nah, the experience of pain is not rooted anywhere. It is a direct result of the unwillingness to melt / flow with the natural and eternal stream of infinite goodness and eternally and exponentially expanding pleasure. And pain can only manifest to the strongest of beings in all of existance. Eternal pain is thus only reserved to the one creator, the greatest of all, the lord of all lords. Who has the power to refuse moving to the joy of his own creations. A typical human merely explodes to the natural fiery streams of the eternal heaven that awaits us in the afterlife, non-physical to our senses, it is timeless, and paradoxically it is denser then all of the universe compressed into one. Talk about non-physical existance and life... I don't think it is possible to manifest pain in such an environment. Neither does the concept of internal and external weigh heavy in these kinds environments. Or rather, I should say, non-environments. Edited November 2, 2013 by Everything

[zanshin]

In eternal heaven there is no possibility of the conjuration of contradicting or opposing ideas. All ideas and thoughts added to the flow of greater and more varrying joy. It is not possible to accidentally or purposefully think or pick a thought that feels worse then the previous. Every thought you create adds to your pleasure and expands your awareness and experience and understanding of your appreciation for the uniqueness of the situation.

Then I would sorrow that I never would be able to give all I had.

[Everything]

 

Then I would sorrow that I never would be able to give all I had.

Not possible, then you would become a human instantly. No one has the power to instantly go from eternal joy to sorrow, atleast, not yet. Not that I know of. You would first have to go through the pathways of guilt to enter the physical stream.

[zanshin]

I am human and there is sweetness in suffering and sorrow. It is in guilt, but also in compassion.

[Everything]

 

I am human and there is sweetness in suffering and sorrow. It is in guilt, but also in compassion.

I guess so, I would definitely want to taste your tears then. See you in heaven

[Marblehead]

Nah, the experience of pain is not rooted anywhere.

I will agree that initially it is not rooted anywhere. But if we keep feeding our negativity it will come to pass. We will be negative and we will always see the negative and never the positive. This, in my opinion, would be hell.

 

I can't speak to the rest of what you said, you know.

[Everything]

Beyond the gate of experience flows the Way,

Which is ever greater and more subtle than the world.

 

So you die, and enter the vast greatness of non-physical greatness. It's not just great. It's AWESOME!!

 

We can feel for it if you develop greater sensitivity to your subtle emotions and master the allowance of the fast flowing and moving energies of joy. You would be one in tune with the great vastness that is great love which lies underneath all physical reality. Here you will find a bottomless vessel of love, the power that creates worlds. And you will be able to channel and flow this energy through you to accomplish whatever joyful andeavor you have decided to undertake.

[Marblehead]

Hi Everything,

 

Actually, nearly everything you have said can be applied to the Taoist "Mysterious Gate" as well. Some folks like to make the "Mysterious Gate" something mystical and that's fine, but the concept can be applied just as well in our physical life in the here and now.

 

And this is just philosophy. Nothing supernatural about it.

[Everything]

Hi Everything,

 

Actually, nearly everything you have said can be applied to the Taoist "Mysterious Gate" as well. Some folks like to make the "Mysterious Gate" something mystical and that's fine, but the concept can be applied just as well in our physical life in the here and now.

 

And this is just philosophy. Nothing supernatural about it.

Nature can be supernatural too, I almost forgot that. Edited November 5, 2013 by Everything