“Oi wiz juss walkin - if ya know wott Oi mean blowke, dontcha?”

“Yes...yes of course. And your name...?”

“Jimes. Ope you bawbbies donhh ov a duzen fawms Oi gohha fiw out...gohh may a jobe if yiz donhh moind.”

“Your last name?”

“Wiwsen...Jimes Wiwsen.”

“Spell that please.”

“Joi...aye...em-”

“No, your last name?”

“Whahha abough ih?”

“Spell it.”

“Oh. Woi dint yiz sigh it n’a firss ploice. Wiwsen...dubble ewe...oi...ewhl...ess...ouw...enn. Anywise, Oi aint seen nuffin - n’wheela coim aytta nowhires. Bluddy bahhstid cude a kilt me.”

“Well, I don’t see your name on this list.”

Wilson was just another name on another list. The Cockney from Liverpool had no idea where he was headed, and like thousands of others like him, the fact of his reality wouldn’t come to him for at least a lifetime, if not more. People have all sorts of crazy ideas about hell. Of course, the craziest of all of them is the idea that there’s no way they will ever go there. Then you have the ones that think of hell as an eternity stoking flames. Some imagine creatures with pig like faces. Some think of the devil himself...Satan as he is commonly referred to by countless religions. The human brain is not equipped to conceive the utter simplicity of hell, and perhaps that is why they flirt with the possibility, making earthly existence an experience filled with hatred, fear and suffering. The victims of that existence see it as nothing more than a prelude to eternal peace and beauty. They underestimate the power they have in sheer numbers...power that could bring the same peace and beauty to earthly pursuits. Those that benefit from the misery of others hold fast to the beliefs instilled by organized imstitutions. Essentially, their institutionions provide an insurance policy that exempts them from hell.

James Wilson was a non-believer with no insurance. Finding himself naked and shivering on a cold cement floor, Wilson’s first thought was typical of those like him that had been sentenced to hell. He thought he was in jail.

“Shite. Diss oint loik now jaiw Oi now abite. Ya dinte oiven getta phine cawl.”

A thousand years passed. Wilson no longer had any sense of time and his thoughts were limited to to the misery of his existence on that cold cement floor. It was time for his introduction to the reality of hell. A strange thought entered his mind. He crawled to the cast iron door at one end of the eight by ten foot cell. Wilson grabbed hold of one of many bars and pulled himself to a standing position. He opened the door. (It had never been locked) A pink veil laying at his feet suddenly floated upward, revealing a world of incredible beauty. Tears of relief and joy fell upon that beautiful world - its inhabitants thought it was rain. Over the course of millions of years, they had developed many imaginary beliefs that they called “science.” This unusual way of thinking provided them with tangible and comforting answers to questions they had about their existence.

James attempted to enter the world, but as quickly as that pink veil had revealed it, the veil floated gently downward, covering the world from view. Standing at the edge of a void that contained nothing but blackness, James decided to return to his familiar position on the cold cement cement floor.

To Be Continued...Maybe