Wake-up Pages 5:55 AM Oct 21, 2014.
B: I'm Billy and I'm afraid.*
Me: Who's afraid?
B: I am. I'm Billy.
Me: Billy, what can I do for you?
B: I'm in a big place and I want to go home.
Me: How old are you Billy?
B: I'm 65.
Me: What? I thought you were a kid.
B: I'm scared.
Me: How did you die?
B: I'm DEAD?!
Me: I presume. What do you remember?
B: I was in a white car.
B: It was a limo. I was in the back. I was being kidnapped.
B: Because I'm famous. And because I was waiting to pay them for some work they had done.
Me: Why were you waiting?
B: I liked to make people wait.
Me: Did they kill you?
B: I guess so. I think they pushed me out of the car.
Me That doesn't seem helpful if they wanted money.
B: I told them I would never pay them. They didn't do it right.
Me: What didn't they do right?
B: They were supposed to kill my son-in-law but they killed my daughter too.
Me: Okay. I'm going to get Ben.
Ben: I'm Ben. Hi Billy.
B: I'm going to Hell I suppose.
Ben: Nah. We don't do Hell. You go to the Timeless, Spaceless Place and create your next life.
B: Okay. I would like to see my daughter. Is she there?
Ben: She is. Waiting for you.
B: Really? That's great. No more gangsters?
Ben: Not unless you create them.
B: Okay. I'm ready. Which way?
Ben: Just ahead. There's a glow in the sky.
B: It's getting bigger. It looks like sunrise.
Ben: That's it. Walk toward it.
* Visitors who wake me up early will usually back off and leave me alone until I am ready to write my pages if I tell them to. This character evidently knew I have a soft spot for kids so he claimed my attention under false pretenses.
October 28, 2014 Wake-up Paages
Me: Who is here?
G: I'm here. Gail.
G: I'm Gail. I'm your neighbor. *
Me: Gail H?
G: I'm stuck because I miss my husband.
Me: I remember when you died. L. was devastated.
G: I think he was trying to be----------**
G: He lived a long time.
Me: Yeah? Do you think he was unfaithful? Or not sad enough?
G: I think he should have let me go sooner.
Me: Let you die sooner?
G: No he should have let me go after I died. But he clung. He clung until...
G: Until I was too weak to move on.
Me: Are you willing to move on now?
G: Sure. I just don't have any energy. I wasted all I had trying to comfort him.
Me: And then when he finally turned his attention to another woman?
G: Yes. I'm suddenly without all the energy he had been pouring into me. Everyone else had moved on and I was stuck.
Me: I'll get Ben to help you.
B: Hi. I'm Ben. I'll take you to the Timeless Spaceless place.
G: Hi Ben. I'll be glad to go.
B: You're not even going to ask what it's like?
G: Why would I?
B: Other people do.
G: It's going to be fine. I'll be fine. I'm ready to go. Take my hand please, Ben.
B: Take your hand? Of course. We'll walk to the beautiful new Next World together.
G: (to me) Thank you, Chrissie. I knew you were a good girl to live next door to. A Good neighbor.
* Gail and her husband were nice people who lived next door to us when I was growing up. She died when I was about 12. Like all my family and close friends, she called me Chris or Chrissie.
** This was a complicated thought that did not come through easily. Ben says that she was trying to say something like "He was trying to be able to keep me with him and alive in his memory for the rest of his life."
October 29, 2014 Wake-up Pages
E: Hi. I'm ElRoy
E: I'm ElRoy. I'm in a place where I can't find anyone or anything. I'm not in pain or starving. I don't even have to pee. But I'm not happy.
Me: Do you know how you got there?
E: I guess I just... Well... I... I don't know. It isn't anyplace I would normally choose to go. I like a little more action.
Me: What is the last thing you remember.
E: Lacing up my boots.
Me: Combat boots.
E: How did you guess?
Me: Well, we can be pretty sure they weren't cowboy boots.
E: Ha! I left those at home.
Me: Did you die in combat?
E: I was on R and R. In the city.
Me: Visiting a young woman?
E: She's a prostitute but a sweet gal.
Me: Did she kill you?
E: Hmmm. No, I don't think so.
Me: How did you die?
E: I was sick. I was throwing up. My heart stopped.
E: Yeah. Must have been. Damn. The food. Someone brought it up from the kitchen.
Me: Someone tampered with it?
Me: Who would do that?
E: I'll bet it was R.
Me: Who is R?
E: A guy in my outfit. He had the hots for Queenie.
Me: The prostitute?
E: He was pissed that I got there first.
Me: He was jealous?
E: Oh Lord, was he jealous! He didn't want anyone to have her but him.
Me: That's kind of unrealistic, considering her profession.
E: Tell me about it. But I think I especially pissed him off. She liked me. He saw us laughing and fooling around before we went upstairs.
Me: Why are you still here?
E: I don't know. I can't very well go to Heaven. And I sure don't want to go to Hell. I always assumed that when I died I would be dead. I figured I would be buried in a hero's grave and be unaware of all the tears being shed on my behalf, yet somehow carrying with me the thanks of a grateful nation. 'Course I didn't plan on dying in a, ahem, resort. Struggling to put my boots on. I mean I didn't do anything wrong. I wasn't AWOL and the Palace of Shangri La was not off limits. And I was just doing what all the guys do when they get some time off.
E: It's not exactly the sort of thing you want your girl friend or your mother to know about. And it's not exactly dying heroically in battle. Queenie might think I deserve a medal but I don't think the Army will.
Me: I think I'd better get Ben.
B: I'm Ben. Howz is going?
E: I'm dead and I'm not a hero.
B: Well, you certainly could have been. It's just timing. But cheer up. Your friends, the staff and management of the Shangri La Palace, have added another service to their already extensive list. They smuggled your body out of the building and into a truck and drove it to a deserted road. They shot it full of holes with an appropriate weapon and left it in the road. Officially you were ambushed by enemy fire.
E: No kidding. Those guys are the best. But isn't this cheating?
B: You've been a hero before and you will be again. No point in nitpicking time and place.
E: I wish I could do something to thank them.
B: Having your body out of their establishment where it can't cause a scandal or an international incident is all the thanks they need. You can send them greetings from the TSP if you want to.
E: Really? My folks too?
B: Sure. Once your'e back in the TSP you can do all sorts of things.
E: Okay. Which way is the TSP?
B: See that light over there? March straight toward it.
E: Yes sir! I'm ready for the next exciting episode.