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Plaything.

Again I was lifted into the Heavenly place I was sitting on a stool, but what a stool the same characters were there as yesterday God, Old Nick and the four Archangels. This time it was Old Nick or Satan that spoke first. You that were given the name of Shaw Bernard at your birth amuse me from what you said yesterday you have no fear as you think that you have lived through hell on earth.

My hell is a place where things such as water or drinks of any kind are not allowed. Mark this Shaw Bernard. Drinks are not allowed. Fire as you know it on Earth does not exist in my hell, it is as you will find when you make your way to the gates of hell hot very hot, where do you think the suns get their heat from. Another punishment in my hell there is nothing to do nothing, no work, No play, you have a saying all work and no play makes jack a dull boy. Yes if it was possible you would in my hell die of boredom. That would not suit me for where would you go if you were to die, never back to the Earth and believe me Heaven has no use for souls that have died of boredom.

By the way Shaw Bernard there are no clouds or music instruments here in my hell there is definitely no chance of you sitting on a cloud playing a harp. I as you call me, Old Nick, would die of boredom if all of my sinners were to play an instrument there would be such a cacachnophy of sound that even I would be driven from my place here in Hell. No there is nothing for all that enter here to do, no work, no play, even thinking is not allowed for each thought a small shock goes through the bodies of sinners. This is Hell, a place of punishment for all of the sins committed on Earth or any other planet.

Shaw Bernard I can read your thoughts you despise me but why? I like you, cannot help my looks I like you was born with this face and this body if I could, like you I too would have changed this a long time ago and think back if you can, I am millions of years older than you. You too ask yourself why I was thrown out of Heaven, well things were not as bad as that I was not thrown out of Heaven I was told that I was not wanted all over an argument with him that was in charge the one you know as God. I disagreed with him over you earth inhabitants of all things. Instead of eating the growing fruits and vegetables that were plentiful mankind started killing the animals. I saw no harm in that all animals had the possibility to run away or hide but man was too clever and I admired him for his cunningness he made traps to capture the animals. God did not like the way that mankind was treating the animals he wanted to get rid of mankind and just leave the animals to take over the planet Earth. I stood up for mankind and the thanks I was banned to the worst part of heaven, which is now known as Hell. I have seen to it that God’s orders are carried out man dies, goes either to Heaven or Hell depending what kind of life he or she has lead. Children all go to heaven, some of the so-called adults that thought they had been leading a good life come straight to Hell and do nothing but complain you will be one of those that tell them to stop making such a fuss. All that enter here deserve to be here. I am wondering if you Shaw Bernard have the nerve and the guts to challenge me when you enter the gates of Hell. We will see it will not be long now and I am looking forward to your challenge.

 Suddenly I was back on earth. Now I too am looking forward to a battle with one called Old Nick or Shaitan or Nickodemus. He has many names and I know most of them he cannot get away from me by using a false name. By the way I was only once called Shaw Bernard and that was when I was in the army. My name for the records is Bernard Shaw.