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The Gaze that can Pierce the Heavens
To see your friend in the riverside is normal, for you to never see her somewhere else, that is odd. He sat aside her stressfully, and she opened the dialogue as if hellos weren’t useful
“Coming from kneeling in church again?”
She always does that, feeling superior because she doesn’t pray or kneel
“So, what’s the deal? Ya gotta kneel to God to go to Heaven.”
He knows her answer already, or at least the insanity that it shall be
“If you head where your eyes meet when you kneel, the only place you’ll go is hell.”
He’s starting to break down, and right on cue, it has been 3 months since he started talking to her.
“What, would you not kneel to a god?”
She is calm, like the river. But the effects her words have on people are closer to a cascade of cold water.
“A handshake would suffice, I’d say”
He can’t even speak out; he knows the answers she’ll have. He can’t stay for much longer like this, his eyes are getting tired. But her eyes have not moved from the vault above that is the sky, as if to burn a hole in it.”
“Hey, avert your eyes, that gaze is the gaze that can pierce the heavens.”
“That I intend to, and then to go forward”
He’s finally breaking down. This should be fun.
“THERE IS NO MORE AFTER HEAVEN. Repeat with me, please. THERE. IS. NO. MORE. AFTER. HEAVEN!!”
The yells don’t make her even flinch, and she opens the waterfall yet again.
“There is. Your hopes, dreams, desires. That’s what’s beyond. Your will, your courage, your wisdom, that’s what breaks through.”
He finally jumps out, and shoots words at her.
“YOU CRAZY, DELUSIONAL, NARCICISTIC B!TCH!”
And he storms off, maybe to never be seen again.
You can finally talk with her.
“They never listen, do they?”
You sit by her side. Were it the side of anyone else, there would be surprise in seeing their interpretation of a God. It’s her side, so there’s just a smile.
“They always listen, they never accept it.”
“Then why do you keep trying in this way?”
There’s that smile again, the smile of someone who’s figured out the answer to any question they are made.
“They come to me, I tell them my opinion on how reality works. If they recline, they weren’t ready. They could go for my sayings if I was all-powerful, though my ‘teachings’ say omnipotence can be defeated. If they accept, they are ready. Their will can be strong enough to break the barrier of earth, then heaven, then further, because they were able to break the barrier only you yourself can break: The one in your mind.”
“What if the open mind is abused to reclose it?”
“You can’t. They can listen to words, mull them over, but, from then on, it’s their own decision what drives them on.”
There is a river that’s accelerating. it’s not the one forward, but the one of her words. To someone with a closed mind, it’s a river of blasphemy, impossibility. To an open mind, it’s one of hope and determination. You open your mouth once more
“The sky looks beautiful.”
“Heaven’s probably more beautiful.”
“To this sky? A bit. To your dreams? Not by a wide margin.”
There are no words but an exchange in philosophies and ideals. Yet you both know where you stand, and who the other truly is.
She heads back home, and you go back to heaven, where you can watch over the mysterious girl, who’s reaction too seeing you is a fist to your face, and who’s reaction to hearing you’re God, was to ask if the fist did anything at all. In hindsight, you shouldn’t have gone to her room as she was sleeping.
You stare at her on the room, drawing and scribbling, listening to the rain drops she recorded. The raindrops stop, as her cellphone vibrate. You increase the power of the speaker as she picks the phone up. You smile at the question formulated over the phone.
“Do you really think we can go further than heaven?”
So the friend came back. She makes the smile, and prepares the gaze that can pierce the Heavens.
“Hell Yes”.
