The Heaven Connection: (Can Lucifer Be Put on Love Medication?)

By Ron N. Wallace

HE HEAVEN CONNECTION is like no other. This fun short novel takes place in Heaven, on Earth, in the Engine Room (The psch ward between Earth and Hell), and playfully, in Hell. The reader believes how of course Lucifer, who became the Devil and Satan, could not possibly return to his old self in Heaven. Yet what would the reader recommend to God, as to how the story works out?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Aug 1, 2013
• ISBN: 9781477297759

Ron N. Wallace

Born in Stamford Connecticut, after two years at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, Ron achieved a BA in English from Kalamazoo College in 1976, with emphasis in Creative Writing. His trade has been writing Advertising. His novel, 17! Is a fun story of high school students on Halloween 1971 – far from the backdrop of the Vietnam War. 17! Placed high in a National Writers Association novel contest! Also now available for preview and $9 ebook online at authorhouse.com, or in big paperback from AuthorHouse at 888-280-7715, or from your favorite bookstore, you can order and enjoy his “unappreciated wife runs for President” novel, titled, Sheila For President?

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1. Lucifer

THE DEVIL IS PARTICULARLY delighted now as he scans the horizon, hovering in the spiritual world in his spaceship toward Earth.

GOOD! NO ANGELS IN SIGHT! he yells, muffled loudly through the layer of the evil mask.

It is just like the rubbery grotesque devils’ masks kids sport on Halloween, except being alive in the fifth dimension of the spirit world, it is made of light, as he is, though he has a spiritual body. But unlike God’s Angels, Lucifer’s light is muddy, hardly glowing as it reflects in the space shield window of luminosity, like glass, before him. With Earth in the distance out the window as he flies past the moon to the planet, he sits at the controls of his desk in his spaceship – shaped like the command module of Apollo 13.

Because there is a sense of touch in this nonphysical world of light spiritual dimension, he finds that since the mask is pressing against his face so much, and although he hates to do it, to be more comfortable he must peel the scary-expression mask over the top of his head in the weak light.

Now, in the reflection of the window, he is staring at the lost rendition of what he used to look like so long ago. Lucifer – a beautiful Angel who loved God.

Then, because his white-gold light, like the sun, was brilliant from the chiseled architecture of his rich and handsome face, his Angel friends could only look at him for a short time.

Michael had said, "It’s not fair. No one should look that good!"

Gabriel had said, "What else can I do for you?"

And the truth was at first – before all his pride – so high on himself with his scheme to take over and have more worth than God – he never looked at himself and didn’t know why he was so special in God’s and all the Angels’ eyes.

But now, all alone in the dark universe down here – oh, so all alone since the eons ago when he began the fall from grace and was kicked out of Heaven – even he can’t stand the sight of his angelic face because it is old looking, wrinkled, withered, contorted, so sinuous, and like a half-baked orange moon.

2. That Inner Dialogue Thing

OH, NO, I’M DOING that inner dialogue thing again, you say out loud while staring at your parents’ brown marble headstones.

Since writing your last book, God’s Happiness?, you’ve been doing this inner dialogue thing, you call it. By that you mean you vocally say the next, and next word, as it comes to you inside your mind, like you would when talking, but it’s with your lips closed. You say this inner voice word for word, very slowly, one syllable at a time, like you do inside your head when reading. Lately, however, this way of being can produce a conversation with the character of your dad, as if you can be mentally tuned with him from Heaven.

So you sit on your parents’ warm yellow iron bench, which rests at the bottom of their Oakview cemetery plot, and lean back with arm over the top rail to the right, and left leg crossed over in blue jeans and loafer. You feel the warmth of the late morning sun touching the big oak with its colorful Fall leaves.

Yes, sometimes you deliberately talk in your mind. You think anyone can slow down to access and make the inner vocal effort to speak inside, like when reading, very slowly word for word, even if it is just fiction. You don’t know how to describe this process other than this inner dialogue, or inner airplane way to think method. It’s simply a matter of holding your attention and talking the next and next word that comes to you, without racing ahead trying to understand the whole sentence. With lips closed it is saying, and as a result, hearing the words in your mind, even when you are writing. And all you know is it’s fun to do this internal talk, though it can take effort, and seems best when you just say quick short things to yourself from some Heavenly someone, such as – Relax….

So you say, Re-lax, and get into this way to communicate, while staring at the Robert J. England headstone to the right of your mom’s. Internally you say the next and next word now very slowly to yourself, this Heaven connection. It feels like Dad is communicating with you from up there, as you find yourself listening, when internally saying:

       "Ev… er… y…. thing… is…

fine… up… here… in… Heav… en.

       Your… moth… er… and… I… are…

sit… ing… in… a…. mead… ow.

       We’re… hav… ing… a… pic… nic…

with… Un… cle… Don… Aunt… Pat… Aunt…

Vi… Un… cle… Ben… Un… cle… George… Flor…

ence… and… Hor… ace… and… Un… cle…

Chuck… Bill… and… Mabel.

       cThere’s… a… cool… breeze… and…

warm… white… gold… light… shines…

from… the… sky… ev… er… y… where.

       Like… I… told… you… to… do…

are… you… still… try… ing… to… re… lax…

and… en… joy?"

3. Nice Day In Heaven

AFTER YOUR MOM AND dad died, you began thinking alot about Heaven. You’re thinking this because you want to comfort yourself. So you turn the angle of your inner TV camera up toward Heaven in imagination, and visualize Mom and Dad having the grandest time at a party today!

Uncle Don is there, without his earthly wheelchair, and walking with your Aunt Pat. You are so happy M & D are alive, well, and happy, like at one of their great parties in the house when you were growing up.

Even when you told one of your advisors, about it, he was pleased – So, you’re having some gratifying thoughts! he said smiling.

But as you stare at the headstones of their graves now, you’re sad they are no longer here to have fun with. You sure could use them around like they used to be.

So you take in a big breath and blow it out through your mouth very forcefully as you stare at the Robert J. England, In God We Trust marble headstone. Sometimes Dad breathed hard like that, as you have written, and now read:

So you take in a deep breath, and blow out breath through your mouth with your shoulders, strongly, like your father always did at the end of a hard day, or at the end of a hassle, in relief now that it’s over, and he’s been quietly dealing with it in constant attention in the back of his mind for a long time, or with Mom, and you didn’t know.

Then, you quickly sneeze twice.

You look at Mom’s matching headstone: Ann England, Loving Wife, Mother, and Friend, and remember her, because it reminds you of her sneezing in that way.

As you finish cupping your mouth, you are suddenly in inner dialogue, as if hearing your mother’s voice saying:

You’ll do fine, David. No rush to get with us up here in Heaven. It’s all, all right!

The hearing God speak in inner dialogue, which you wrote about in your last book, is one thing – imagining God talking to you when you turn your attention to Him for a moment, and say the message. – But now, imagining Mom’s inner voice from Heaven, and your dad in thought breathing hard through you… is a little too happy, as if there is The Heaven Connection you can have, going on now in their day up there, and in yours down here now.

4. In Heaven

IN HEAVEN, BOB ENGLAND feels the soft cool breeze and stares at the colors over the mountains in the distance.

He is sitting at the edge of a field of indescribable green, and leans back against a big old tree like in the Garden of Eden.

Time is absent as he witnesses how the grass below and the fruit of the tree overhanging in front above him are translucent. If he looks closely, it’s as if he can see right through them, as he can with the light of his hand while feeling the blades of grass like the back of a warm butterfly.

All the distant memories of collapsing after a hard day at the office back in life on Earth are gone, except for faint memory, or if he wants to point his attention to access and relive former life experience in the movie screen of his imagination.

The warm yellow liquid gold light hanging over the mountains in the far horizon resembles the view on his vacation in Canada that summer. The sky pulsates in rhythm with warm yellow streaks radiating outward over the flowing crystal burgundy pink-orange. Vibrant Mediterranean blue grows slightly shades lighter to the ever-present baby blue sky, as if painted with brilliant white puffy cumulus clouds very high overhead, all the way to this meadow by Bob’s house in the forest.

There is no hurry. There is no stress. There is no sense of urgency. There is no deadline, no pressure.

His awareness is soft and feather-like, free from the hard iron task of exertion and having to focus his attention so much when he was on Earth, even during a weekend. For here it is with the feeling of an enjoyable weekend, without the assignment and physical constraints of existing in the Earth-plane system.

Up here, above Earth’s three dimensions, it is so idyllic Bob almost feels guilty. Once again he thanks God with a thought of love and fun for Him. And Bob England realizes more than ever now, how he is a creation from God’s Big Bang of Life into the universe – glad to be given eternal life in Heaven, and to love and enjoy God forever, unless Bob just wants to sleep for a long time.

Indeed, to be this particular point of mind and awareness, to be this unique idea of identity as a spirited Heavenly person, to be this rich in feeling, and to be this fascinated again and again and so totally feeling right – as he just gazes and gazes at the sky, with the quiet breeze – is giving Bob that How long have I been spacing out? question. He catches himself to that thought when thinking of his son, David, down there in the town of August.

But this time it is far different.

Unlike the usual overwhelming love and caring for his son for all to go well, Bob is overcome by a wave of deep interest way outside of himself, like receiving another message from God. At this moment before him, the immediate scene of the meadow opens up! Like never before the space in front of him scrolls back, and he is looking at a 3-D projection of David sitting on the yellow bench at the plot in the cemetery.

5. The S.S. Hellhole

LUCIFER DOUBLE CHECKS TO see if any Angels are flying in the universal sky out the view of his window, deep into the dark of space.

He types in Washington D.C. on his control board desk in the command module.

He waits for the energy coordinates to come up on his computer screen. Then, the big word SET flashes on and off.

Lucifer punches Play Negative Energy and the S.S. Hellhole is off speeding to a larger and larger looming Earth out the picture window before his desk.

But now as the stress mounts, the closer he gets to Earth, he has to reach into his right hand panel to pull out a bottle of spiritual antacid.

He gulps half the bottle, like he does every time he makes this trip to disrupt Earth because he gets so upset and stressed spewing negative energy. When he places the light cap back on the antacid bottle, it automatically refills for the next time.

He places the bottle down in the black light of the panel and it hovers there as a symbol of how going against God has forever gotten tougher and tougher the longer he does this. – And something is wrong. Normally, he gets his very perverse enjoyment when feeling hateful, rebelling energy, and thinking as negatively as he can, but now it is not quite as much of a thrill, and for the first time he is actually having a tiny bit less hateful thought towards God, the Almighty.

6. Back Up In Heaven

ALL AT ONCE BOB looks with love at his son, sees the pretty Fall day, the colorful red, yellow-orange leaves on the trees, and he blows out breath in relief.

Then all of a sudden, it is as if David is mentally attuned to Bob’s voice and David somehow hears him. Dad finds himself saying, as the words echo and visually stream in front of him:

"Everything is fine up here in heaven.

Your mother and I are sitting in a meadow.

We’re having a picnic with Uncle Don, Aunt Pat, Aunti Vi, Uncle Ben, Uncle George, Florence and Horace, and Uncle Chuck, Bill and Mabel.

There’s a cool breeze and warm white-gold light shines from the sky everywhere.

Like I told you to do, are you still trying to relax and enjoy?"

7. Back On Earth

JOY AND HUMOR CAN be hard to come by in a cemetery, you think, but in your readings of the near death experience reports, such as the people Moody