Russell Twyce

This IS Fiction, or at least it’s the product of my imagination. It doesn’t matter which Pope, nor even when. Like lawyers, Popes haven’t changed basic ideology, or undergone a fashion change, in hundreds of years. So this story is timeless, as are the Akashic Records.

The Akashic Trial of a Pope Short Story by Russell Twyce

It came to pass that a Pope and a pauper died at the very same instant. In life, the circumstances and the treatment of the vacated bodies could not have been more different. In the Pope’s case, the seconds after his passing were frantic with activities. The death was long expected, planned for, and each priest, nun, cardinal and staffer had a choreographed series of functions to complete on schedule. The pauper’s body just waited to be unceremoniously disposed of, as soon as someone noticed that the spirit had vacated it.

But we’re really not exploring the events in life that anti-dated the instant of the two coinciding deaths, because the pair of spirits entered eternity at precisely the same time and our story begins there.

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“I am THE Pope.” Bereft of his vestments and valuable baubles, his holiness had only the strength of his conviction, and a vicious set of spiritual elbows, to push himself to the forefront, when they had arrived neck-and-neck.

“I will inherit the earth.” Said the pauper meekly. But true feelings are not easily concealed in the beyond and the poor man’s thoughts were gleeful. ‘I’ve got a ringside seat to witness a Pope’s ultimate justice! It’s just too bad that a lawyer didn’t keel-over too: I might have seen if that well-worn joke was based in truth.’

In the 4-d theater of the afterlife, the lives of both men began to replay. The pauper’s story was short: he had not been able to afford enough to make for a feature-length life screenplay. When his show was over, the Pope had just graduated from seminary school. From there, the scenes switched to the exploited alter-boys and young nuns the Pope had sexually molested during his formative years as a rising priest.

“It wasn’t as bad as it looks here.” His Holiness said in a mortified undertone. “I elevated some of those people to prominent positions within the church hierarchy.”

“After you had emotionally scarred them and made them unfit for life outside of the church.” The pauper retorted in disgust. ‘You then promoted them to where they could pass on your instruction to a next generation of exploited young.”

“YOU are not my judge.”

“Now I’m wondering if that first lawyer to reach lawyer joke was off the mark. Seeing your Akashic record replayed has made me doubt if all hundred and however many Popes really did make it through the pearly gates of Heaven.”

“Very few Popes have made it to paradise.” A third soul’s voice resounded.

“Jesus!” The Pope and the pauper exclaimed in unison.

“I did some good things too!” The Pope protested and he wished he could shut off the projection of his sins. And as if in response to his desire for secrecy, the Akashic Records player stopped.

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“You do know that you will have to watch the effects of your sins in its entirety.” Jesus said with a sneer in his voice. “Some of your predecessors still haven’t finished absorbing the full impact of their self-serving acts. But it’s bad enough that you and I have to screen it all: we don’t have to co-punish your friend here with that too.”

“You will be watching it with me?” The Pope internally cringed.

“That’s my punishment.” Jesus said. [private_Chevron]“By committing your disreputable acts in my name, you involved me in them. I have to atone for your misdeeds and those of the rest of the Christian leadership. Each time you sold forgiveness, you indebted me further. It’s ironic, isn’t it, that some of the Christian nonsense that was started long after I was crucified, have the Christian’s icon figure trapped endlessly in purgatory?”[/private_Chevron]

“You should go back for you second coming? You could set matters right.” The poor man suggested, and then he chuckled. “You’d be well stocked with hot and cold running nuns, each of whom is technically already your bride.”

[private_Chevron]“Would I walk into the new Pope’s office and tell him I want my old position back?” Christ’s spirit asked. “How do you think that would turn out?”

“I suppose they would just see you as one of many impostors.”

“Even if I performed a few miracles, they would be discounted as magician’s tricks. So I just do my job here in the Akashic afterlife, showing dead popes, priests, & pastors the errors of their ways.”

“I did most of what I did on behalf of the church.” The Pope’s ethereal voice was now meek.

“No.” Jesus retorted. “You hid your actions from your conscience by pretending they were hidden behind a cross. How often did you preach on the ten-commandments, without ever once questioning why the church was continuously in breach of the second one? Thou shalt NOT hold graven images before me!”

“The cross isn’t considered a graven image.”

“The ability to forgive yourself sins, by blaming them on an ideal represented by a symbol, like a flag or a cross, is exactly why the second commandment is in the number 2 spot. It is even ahead of murder.” The spirit of Jesus gestured towards the Akashic Records screen and the Pope’s long list of sins began to run again. “Did you really enjoy pleasure as Pope?” The current scene was of the Pope extorting more money than a man could afford after a confession, though the man’s family would suffer for the lack. “What real joy is there in money?”

“There is no real joy in money.” It wasn’t the Pope but the pauper’s soul answering. “I had no wealth in my life but I lived and I loved. Can I go on now?”

“Certainly.” Jesus made an ushering gesture with his ethereal hand. “Enjoy the Heaven you’ve earned and when your soul is ready for your next life, I expect it will be in a wealthier existence.”

“I’m sorry.” The Pope said.

“It’s too late to be sorry.” Jesus sternly said. “Repenting only counts up to the threshold of death – just like the false forgiveness you flogged to your flock to the staggering enrichment of your utterly false faith.”[/private_Chevron]

The End

Short Fiction on the Akashic Records by Russell Twyce

This is a work of FICTION, but it is based on my personal beliefs and my first-hand knowledge of the Akashic truth. If you infuse the moral into your life, it will improve your standing in eternity.