Life After Death

By Nirva Mas

It was surprising for Edmond to find himself in a Rehabilitation Center; so unbelievable that he could not believe he was dead. That place was nothing like Hell as it was explained to him while in other ways, it feels like the Hell as expected. He was in that house to cleanse from his sins, and will stay until he is deemed “REDEEMED”. Then he will return on earth and prove to all his reformation. If during the time on earth, he behaves accordingly to the laws of the land he will go to heaven; if not, he will go again through the same process of regeneration over and over. What if I fail my second tour on earth? And what if I cannot change my wicked ways of living, ever? Two questions that are eating him up in that tomb and only time will answer?
But before worrying about a possible future; Will he get a second chance at life seeing what he must overcome here?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nirva Mas
• Release date: Sep 20, 2019
• ISBN: 9781732560321

Nirva Mas

Born bilingual, I have had a love affair with words and languages since childhood. It grew deep and made me multilingual. As a child I used to tell myself stories, then I started counting them to my imaginary friends and moved to family. Now, I want to tell the world with the hope they will trigger something positive in the reader. May them make you smile, think, laugh, and maybe help you start making your own story.

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Life After Death

The Crossing

Copyright 2019 Nirva Mas

Published by Evenly Blue Publishing House at Smashwords

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ISBN-13:978-1-7325603-2-1

Prologue

What happens after death. Many advanced nothing, they affirmed that life ends with death. Others said that some people would die and go to Hell a place where they’ll burn eternally to atone for a life of sins after God returns, and others in paradise where they will live happily ever after. But what if they are all wrong. What if Hell was just a place some go to after death to cleanse from their sins, atone, before they return on earth.

It was surprising for Ed to find himself in a Rehabilitation Center; so unbelievable that he could not believe he was dead. That place was nothing like Hell as it was explained to him while in other ways, it feels like the Hell as expected. He was in that house to cleanse from his sins, and will stay until he is deemed REDEEMED. Then he will return on earth and prove to all his reformation. If during the time on earth, he behaves accordingly to the laws of the land he will go to heaven; if not, he will go again through the same process of regeneration over and over. What if I fail my second tour on earth? And what if I cannot change my wicked ways of living, ever? Two questions that are eating him up in that tomb and only time will answer?

But before worrying about a possible future; Will he get a second chance at life seeing what he must overcome here?

Chapter 1

The passage!

Oh, hell!

What happened to me, where did the damn light go? I could swear it was just in front of me. What am I doing here?

I was so confused about how I ended up to a hellhole following a bright light, I whimpered and still struggling to keep myself steady walking in a dark area. Stomping on all kinds of things, wet, hard, cold, I could not describe any of them for I could not see a thing. I remembered laying restfully in bed, almost forgetting about the accident, a head-on collision I had with a moron taking a red light. You can always count on the loonies to waste your precious time when you have a busy schedule.

How in bloody hell, I got here I cussed? I was lying comfortably in my hospital bed as I should, for the price I paid, forty-eight hundred dollars a night, a squeeze, I thought rightly. I could buy better beds for the money and saved in changes and now what?

When will I wake up from this nightmare I screamed the words echoing back to me long after I stopped;

My God, what is happening to me?

Did they kick me out of the hospital for voicing my opinion, I asked myself? Could someone explain to me why the switch from the most reputable hospital in town to a dark tunnel, a long one as it seemed, and all alone?

Why did they let me leave the health center I exclaimed?

-Oh gosh, oh my gosh, that non-stop thumping in my head, I sobbed; my head ached so badly I would like to cry, shout, yell my misery. Each step brought a stabbing feeling on my feet, added to the discomfort of strolling in the dark and tripping over things I could not see made me feel nauseous. It seemed like the thermometer had hit its ceiling for how hot it felt in that hole, sensing like my body was on fire, unbearable. I could not understand why I found myself in a secluded and strange place; why? I did not recognize this tunnel at all, not a place I visited before; how in the hell I got there, how could I not remember. I pondered and wandering about Aly too:

-Where the stupid wife of mine went, or girlfriend or whatever she is to me.

Aly, Aly, where are you? I don't get it.

Am I even married; I could not recall a thing about myself? Who is Aly anyway? Who is she to me? Anomaly and strange, when I tried screaming her name, I felt like I swallowed fire; breathing amounted to a hard fight, a burning sensation ran deep down in my lungs; nonetheless, I moved slowly through the obstacles hoping, praying for a successful outcome. Swollen, the soles of my feet were sore to the core, and each step I took sent what seemed like an electric shock straight to my heart. The steady alteration of the ground unnerved me; it felt hot as hell for an instant and could turn very cold a few feet after. I could not see clearly close by and faraway was just a blur; feeling a scorcher behind me so much so I feared it would melt me down into a pulp or at least it would suck any strength I've left if I ever dared to turn back for a split second; there was no point in looking back anyway, seemed as if the world burned down, and I was the last man standing. I aimed at putting as many miles as I could between me and the raging fire. However, getting ahead required strength I lacked for the moment, understandably so undertaking such a dangerous trip after a long or even a short stay at a hospital would be hazardous to my recovery. Why did I leave the health center; who dared me to get out? Did anybody out there not cared for me at all? Some of the many questions running to my mind, I could not answer. Who was Aly, who was she to me, a nurse at the hospital maybe? I hoped not. I wanted to believe Aly was out there desperately looking for me, or at least she was someone who cared about me. I needed to believe I mattered enough for someone, anyone, and they are looking for me; they will find me somehow and get me out of the furnace I found myself in.

Going down the pitch-dark road was hard; I fell often; hit my legs against countless objects I could not see nor describe what they were or made of, and banged my head on walls standing in the middle of the road for unknown reasons; a clear reminder of why I hated the dark time and all things related to it in the first place; and when suddenly I saw a bright spot from a distance; I could do the happy dance, a light, the symbol of hope to me. I started breathing more easily again despite the anguish. Would this light lead me to a safe place, maybe a house of redemption for the weary ones right here on this earth, or would it take me to new worlds, I asked myself unsure; was it the light everyone sees and goes through after they die to guide them to an afterworld. I could not say and could care less at this point; I just fancied a site to crash. I needed to do anything possible to get to the light must it be the last thing I did; since the alternative was quite as scary if not worse. I prayed for strength and wished my feet will eventually take me there, as I could barely feel them at times, and other times they weigh like tons of bricks, seemingly seeded in the ground thus moving them, amount to uprooting giant trees from concrete floors. I needed to reach the light first before I would worry about whatever might happen to be hiding behind it. I cussed at my lack of progress, using swear and profane words; words bad enough to make a sailor blushed and I finished by saying: Frock, frat feckers, oh snap and effin, you son of a gun; to only heard those words echoed back to me long after I stopped. Evidently, hours went and passed; the light was still shining bright but from far away.

At the slow-moving pace, I strolled the passageway and the darkness engulfing me, I feared I would not reach my target in one piece and alive. As time went on, I could barely stand on my cold feet despite the boots unexpectedly, shivering from the cold and agonizing from the subdued pain on my legs I admonished myself for not dressing appropriately for this journey. I paused. My feet needed a break; I needed to rest. I closed my eyes and stood still for seconds, minutes, or hours; I could not tell. I did not feel any better; inchmeal, I trailed as moving kept me from freezing to death in this wilderness; unsure of the ground hidden from my view, it was too damn dark in the tunnel. I fell once flattered on my face when my right foot slid on a block of isolated ice patched. And dauntless, I managed to get up and keep going regardless of my tiredness, and the burning desire to let it all end, right there. I called death on myself too often right now; at times all I wished to close my eyes and rest, but I kept pushing myself to continue the fight for the people relying on me; if any. I could not remember anyone on the top of my head, but I was not like them; the many people I knew to be a waste of a human, not deserving the air they breathed. I had so many good things left to accomplish and as much to help those sharing my goal to advance civilization; eliminate all kinds of wastes to make our world a better place, a society of productive people.

Thinking of all the things ahead, kept me grounded and inspired to continue the walk, and all the meanings of light well defined in my head, I steered for hope. Finding the light equated to gain my freedom from whatever keeping my past hidden from me. I needed the strength of a giant to not give up on myself and a pet talk I gave myself freely all along the long journey with my physical condition deteriorating by the passing hour on an uneven road running to eternity.

-You are so close, don't you dare give up, I told myself on and on as the booster I so needed to keep me going and kept on repeating;

-Don't give up just a few steps more you will reach the light.

Many obstacles further, I finally made it to where the light shone. I found myself facing a gate fronting a very charming cottage house. I breathed a long sigh of relief, laid on the grass, and stayed down long enough to recover from the hard and strenuous troll.

Inside, Angel saw the creature moving towards her house dropped suddenly on the ground like a leaf from a tree near the front door. She didn't know what to make of it quite yet; thinking it could be an individual or quite as possible a wild animal. She ran to the kitchen and grabbed a big kitchen knife as she remembered at the rate petty crimes increased in proportion around here. -You are never too careful, she declared, young women living on their own in the countryside must prepare to face whatever comes their way. Then she remembered where she lived looked at the blade smiling drained from blowing up snow to create herself a path outside.

Human beings are truly a creature of habit, she lamented. Curiously, bending, and peering at the window to see if the strange creature had resumed walking toward her house. She ascertained the human form, posed the knife on a small mahogany coffee table by a window. And she headed toward the door careful not to touch or disturb anything in the room, not when she expected company. She reached the door in seven steps, stood there awaiting the knock; seven steps in counting as always, like a ritual, she smiled. In the meantime, outside, revigorated, the man stood up and walked; seventeen steps after, he arrived at the door, used all his might banged at the door. Seven times, she counted and opened the front door; he entered looking at the young lady with such awe. The warm air felt so welcoming.

I believed to have struck gold finding a house like this one, warm and welcoming; In fact, any place would seem like heaven tired as I felt. If I am dead may this house be any place else, but paradise, I whispered to myself as darkness swallowed me, my feet gave away, I closed my eyes letting it eating me all.

At last paradise, He said collapsing on the floor, passing out right in front of her eyes; fast asleep and snoring.

Angel looked at the man lying at her feet with pity and went straight to the kitchen, she took a bowl, poured a dense liquid, and headed back to the living room, dropped to her knees, gently shook him and lifted the man's head with one hand, high enough to feed him the contents of the cup. He opened his eyes; she handed him the bowl with some liquid still there. He took it with both hands, smelled, and drank what left till there was nothing in the pot. She stared at him all along; they all seemed so confused at this stage, she murmured to herself. Could she blame them