Dining in Hell

I'm dining in Hell. It's my Host Birthday. I look to my right and see a child drawing with an orange and red crayon. The only colors allowed in Hell. A man without papers sits father down the table, a hard worker for sure. His beautiful mate beams across the table with love in her eyes for she needs nothing on paper but hopes to have it soon.

My Host looks at me with a bit of contempt.

"I don't know if you've ever eaten where there is good food?"

I hate hot food. The spices burn my mouth. The food is ruined in my mind but I eat to fit in.

" I've eaten in fine places before."

The Host ignores me. He is surrounded by his friends. That is how it should be. His mate sits by a woman with a pierced nose. There is two other couples present to my left and one half of one of the couples is a man of action. He once wrote that teapots happens. I think his name was Max.

The meal in Hell ends and a small piece of Heaven is found in the laughter of a child.

We drive through a city that a few try to occupy. Too few for me to see.

Then we are in a home. The mother and child are asleep. The host take out a metal cigarette that weed is hidden in. He shows me a magic mushroom and talks about DMT and tells me I have a crutch under my mind. He blows smoke into my face and I fell the effects of the weed.

I hate weed as much or more than spicy food.

I go to sleep and fix the effect of the weed on my mind. A trick I learned during a massive stroke given to me by two doctors. Before I go to sleep I put up a barrier to protect me from Night Terrors. Earlier this year my Host had thrown a Night Terror at me. Something I'll never allow again. I go to sleep.

I am everything and I am nothing. I am you and you are me. I am a woman watching her husband hung in a burning building during the Civil War. I am black. I am a slave.

There is a God and no God can be found. The Goddess binds with God to form the One Soul, the We, I, It of everything. We are the mushroom and the mushroom eaters. We are the hunter and the hunted. We are the raped and the rapist. We are all the good and evil in all the realities imagined and many not yet dreamed of.

I am the severed head in the Guillotine basket and the man that picks the head out of the basket and watches it die with a breathless scream. I am a scribe, a painter, a cameraman, a scam artist that works for a President. I am a liar, a man killed by a woman's knife.

I am the laughing warrior that dies a fool's death for a uncaring mother.

I am in the future living in a giant pyramid covered in crops and forests. I am a robot with two large lens for eyes.

I am a alien life form larger than the Earth. I live floating in a gas giant larger than Jupiter.

I am shaped like a giant button and it begins to rain molten iron on my back from a cloud of metal vapor. I enjoy the cool rain.

I live in the core of a star with skin of molten diamond and a heart of a super magnet. My blood is molten gold.

I am nothing and I spin the universe into something with pure imagination. The politics of facts means nothing to me, for I own nothing and nothing owns me. I try to spin the universe in all directions at once but can't find infinity, I can only add another spin to the universe making it expand and contract at the same time.

You are there with me and I am there with you. We are all pin pricks of God, Goddess and the One Soul. We are all everything and nothing.

I wake from my dream. Dress and leave my host house. I drive home on the endless road that now seems so finite. I'm not sick at my stomach from the hot spicy food I ate in Hell the night before and wonder why.