History classes teach students that the feudal age in Europe was a horrible time when the common people were owned by the land, which was in turn the possession of a land owning lord. That portion is true but then social studies textbooks teach a lie of how the the rule of law ended serfdom. And that is utter BULLSHIT! Law extended the first age of serfdom into the second epoch of American slavery by simply amending the concept of who owned whom. The concept of nationhood was the new slave master but the bottom line is that people are still owned chattel. A world takeover will put a final and complete end to American slavery and Canadian Slavery.

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“Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains.” I’m sure you’ve read that quote from Jean-Jacques Rousseau that prefaces his treatise on ‘The Social Contract, Principles of Political Right’. Unfortunately though, his theory on Political Right is utter and complete BULLSHIT! Politics has NO legitimate right to keep people in chains. Man is born free AND free he must remain! Anti slavery is possible and freedom is vastly preferable to the second dark age of serfdom that we are living in today.

According to the anti slavery system I plan to install after the world takeover modifies the concept of nationhood. A nation remains as a collection of people who have a history with and an affinity for a region. In other words, the benign portions of the nationhood concept remains. The negative aspects, like a political dominance over people, taxation, and the concept of a flag taking responsibility for heinous actions of politicians are abolished.

As I’ve said before in other posts, world takeover is simply a function of disbelieving the bullshit and replacing false concepts with true ones. The supposed ‘Social Contract’ the slave owning governments are operating under is NULL AND VOID! I certainly didn’t sign my freedom away to buy some tyrant government’s oppression. Did you? Would you? Even if your great-great-grandfather ratified the social contract agreement (which he didn’t), should you be bound to it? NO! There is NO social contract, so let’s take over the world and move on into our free future.

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The Akashic Records & Deja Vous - Have you ever had the distinct feeling that you’ve been in an exact situation or place before? It is an odd sensation where your memory seems to overlap with your other senses but your illusive memory seems slightly different. Supposed ‘science’ explains the deja vous experience as a brief ‘black out’ of the mind during the event/time, which causes the feeling of double experience – [BULLSHIT!] Deja Vous is a case of where you have accessed the Akashic records while you were sleeping/dreaming. With the help of your subconscious mind, you then took the necessary steps to avoid or modify the occurrence that was set to happen at that precise point of your life. A deja vous is like watching a video of your life, and sensing an edited portion. You can actively access the Akashic records and amend the parts of your life that you don’t want. Click here for the Akashic Records.

Short Fiction By Russell Twyce

A teacher stands before her class of Junior High School students. The fashions and hairstyles have changed much over the last ninety years, but the arrangement of desks and the faces flushed with life of the children remains as it is today. The history teacher is holding a paper for a pop quiz.

“Quiet now.” She holds up a flat hand to call for silence and attention. “Now who can tell me what the three main era’s of the previous 2000 years were called?” She chose one from amid the small wheat field of raised hands. “Jilvian?”

“The first was the dark ages,” a girl answered, “of which not very much was recorded with full accuracy.”

“Correct. And who will tell us what period came next? Rodagar?”

“Yes mam.” A blond boy stood up to answer. “Then came the age of feudalism and serfdom when people were owned by the land and where the land was owned by the nobles.”

“Very good.” The teacher smiled. “What was the third? Jacqeleze?”

“Industrial Age.” A timid girl answered quickly. Then she saw the imploring look on her teacher’s face and expanded on her answer. “It is also known as the second age of feudalism and serfdom.”

“Thank you.” The teache said. “Now can someone tell me the difference between the first and second ages of serfdom? Barklane?”

“In the first, the nobles owned the land and the land owned the people. In the second, the lawyers, police and politicians owned the law and the law owned the people.”

“That’s close, but you missed something important.”

“Nations owned the land and the people?”

“Yes.” The teacher nodded. “In order for it to be considered serfdom, human bondage needs to be involved and that was certainly the case when nations were thought of as all-powerful. Who can remind us of what other overly powerful entities people had to overthrow before they gained real freedom?”

“The corporations that had been given super-human status.” A boy answered after the teacher nodded at him. “They had huge revenues and they bought and sold politicians, lawyers and judges. I think it should be called the black age of corruption and greed. How were people stupid enough to abide with it?”

“As we covered in the lesson, populations under the two Nazi regimes were repressed mostly by the harsh police action, economic blackmail and a mass media that pumped out propaganda. Adstell, will you tell us how the two Nazi regimes differed?”

“The German Nazi government was anti-Semitic and the American Nazi government was pro-Semitic. And while the German Nazis called themselves Nazi, the American Nazi government used the names Democrat and Republican.”

“Fazette, can you elaborate on why the American Nazi government was not named for what it was?”

“The Americans fought the German Nazis during World War Two and so a stigma was attached to the term. However, the American Nazis were just as racially intolerant of all non-Americans as the German Nazis were. The American Nazis were also as violently expansionist. They felt that their strong economic and technical abilities entitled them to crush ‘inferior’ nations, cultures and people.”

“Well done.” The teacher beamed. It seemed like her whole class of students were likely to score well on the formal test. “So for a final question in this quiz, who will describe what finally ended the Nazism and serfdom to give us the wonderful civilization we enjoy today? I’ll point and you can each offer an answer.”

“People started using rockets to colonize the planets, instead of to deliver bombs.” Shouted James.

“We finally understood that law was only making lawyers rich. In return for the slavery to it, law was only really creating even more crime.” Answered Elsebeth.

“People demanded true democracy and the party dictatorships were abolished.” Added Seanne.

“National governments were turned into public administrations.” Intoned Zaig.

“Justice became based on human rights, instead of on a ruler’s supreme power.” Said Burgret.

“Excellent!” The teacher applauded. “Next week we’ll be starting our next module. That will cover the history of economics. We start at the gold standard and finish when the criminal greed practices like the commodity futures market and debt based currency were abolished. Have a great weekend!”

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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.

The Mad Trapper’s Ghost is also on Scribd.

Some people might be disturbed by this story – so be warned.  Others might see what I’m really trying to say.  ‘Humanity has a bright future ahead that we can find only after we look critically and honestly at our past and present mistakes.’

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The Mad Trapper’s Ghost – Part One
By Russell Twyce

The snow blew in small white tornados that buffeted his stalled car.  The outside temperature was not so low that he would in immanent danger of freezing to death, but his job prospects in this devastated economy were now an icicle that wouldn’t soon melt.  The very last of his money had gone into his gas tank to drive him out to the work site – that was wasted cash now.

“Why me?’  Donald asked the blizzard.  “What have I ever done wrong?”

None of his actions had merited the hard times he had descended into.  The global economic situation dictated and the population suffered accordingly.

“Now what?”  He observed the small drifts already starting to build up on his car.  If the snow kept up as it was now, the whole vehicle might be buried in a few hours.

“Now,” a voice spoke from the passenger seat, “we can go to my place.”

“What the hell!”  Donald swiveled to his right in shock, and his astonishment then magnified exponentially at the sight of a fur-clad man seated suddenly beside him.

“I’ve been to Hell quite a few times,” the solid-seeming ghost said matter-of-factly, “and I don’t find it nearly as bad as some folks make purgatory out to be.  But this is one Hell of a winter storm out here.  So why don’t we relocate to my cabin?”

“Will I find my car again?”

“What does it matter even if a truck hits it under a pile of snow?”  The trapper said as he exited the car.

“The motor is as dead as you will be if you continue to sit in it.”

“Who are you?”  The stranded and unemployed motorist asked as he trudged along in the ethereal woodsman’s footsteps.

“I suppose that you could call me Albert Johnson.”  The mad trapper offered over his shoulder, and the words seemed to swirl the snow with a chill wind from Hell.  “I’ve had a number of names over the many years.”

‘Albert Johnson?’  Donald wracked his brain for how he knew that name.  It was familiar but the mental snows of time and events had drifted over the snippet.

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The small log cabin was snug and well chinked against the raging blizzard outside.
After brushing the snow from his clothing, Albert had busied himself in fixing two mugs of steaming cocoa.  The confused guest had stripped off his outer clothes and taken a seat next to the hearth.

“The only ‘Albert Johnson’ I knew of,” Donald said after his first sip of the soothing beverage, “was also known as the ‘Mad Trapper of Rat River’.  He killed one RCMP officer in the high Canadian Arctic, wounded another policeman and then was shot after leading the cops and trackers on an exciting manhunt.  But that was way back in the 1930’s.”

“It was 1931.”

“If that was you,” Donald said in mocking disbelief, ‘then you were shot 9 times and your grave is in Aklavic in the Canadian Northwest Territory.”

“That was neither the first time I was dead, nor the last.”  The unusual trapper lifted his shirt to point at several bullet scars.  “This one finally finished Albert Johnson.”  He appeared to be of about 30 years old: that was about the age of his bemused guest.  “I was born in 1330 and my name was Nicholas Flamel.”

“You were purported to have discovered the Philosopher’s Stone.”

“Apparently,” the man smiled ironically, “those rumors are accurate.”

“You don’t sound like you’re French.”

“An accent tends to fade after a couple of hundred years.”  The one time scrivener and alchemist joked.

“But we’re not here to recount my life or rather, my many lives.  I’m with you to discuss your fate.”

“What do you know about me?”  Donald asked.

“I know enough to have prepared this cabin well in advance of your becoming stuck in a stalled vehicle here.  I’m aware of both your current situation and the straights that brought you to this life juncture.”

“How could you possibly have known that my car would break down just there?”

“The philosopher’s stone grants me the ability to peruse the Akashic Records.  Those unearthly books contain the history of the world as seen through the eyes of those who witnessed and participated in the actual events.”

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“Why me?”  Donald repeated the question he had asked himself in his car.  “I’m just a simple nobody.”

“Nobody is a nobody.  What you are is a victim.  The movers and shakers have rolled over your life’s prospects with utter disregard for you – or for anything but their own enrichment.  According to the Akashic Records, your existence could have ended right there on your lonely road, in the middle of nowhere.”

“Until you intervened.  Now I have a second chance.”

“That’s complicated and if I spent the next hundred years explaining it, you still wouldn’t completely understand.  But I’ll touch on the high points while we have supper.” Albert Johnson finished the dregs of his cocoa and then began to prepare a meal of rabbit stew.  He talked as he worked.  “Think of the Akashic Record of one person’s life being as a yarn.  Where time has gone from the present into the past, the record is as a solid thread but where it remains in the future, it is as frayed end fibers, each of which is a ‘could be’.  As a life progresses, those ‘could be’ possibilities dwindle as real events preclude them.  And at the point where your Akashic thread intersects mine, there are not many alternates left to you.”

“I kinda knew that before I met you.”  Donald said dejectedly.  “That job was about my last option before committing suicide.”

“Let’s talk about that job.”  Albert continued.  “Why did the company compel you to travel out to the job site on your own resources?”

“To cut costs.”

“So to save a few measly bucks, the prospective employer endangered your life in making you drive out into a wildly remote area, in a vehicle not up to the duty.”

“That car is all I had left.  Well, besides debt.”  Donald sheepishly admitted.  “I have more than enough debt to spare.”

“And you came to this debt because?”  Albert urged.

“The companies I owed the money to didn’t seem to understand that the world is in a recession.  The interest rates just went higher and higher as I defaulted on a few payments.  My last job was minimum wage and after tax, it was almost nothing.”

“What caused this economic melt-down?”

“I’ve heard it was something about sub-prime mortgages.”

“But that is nonsense.”  Albert dipped his spoon into the bubbling stew and then offered it to his guest, for a taste.  “I understand the real situation differently, and I do have the absolute truth in the Akashic Records to consult.”

“Very good.”  Donald nodded appreciatively at the flavor and his comment also had a lilt that asked the 700-year-old trapper to continue.

“Oil is a basic commodity.  And the price of a commodity should be set on; supply, demand, cost of production, and profit margin.”

“Yes.”

“But now we toss in the Chicago Commodity Futures Market.  With that going, the price is established on; supply, demand, cost of production, profit margin AND the contents of a crystal ball.”

“Futures contracts allow companies that use commodities to preplan their costs.”  Donald had learned that in school.

“Futures trading just adds some extra price gouging possibilities and it provides a glorified means of gambling for well-heeled investors.  When have you ever seen a cereal manufacturer lowering their product price on the strength of having bought grain at a better future price?”

“Never.”

“Yet the same corporation will up the price in a heartbeat, if the price of wheat was higher.  Either way, there is no net benefit for the public.  Now let’s talk about the huge global downside.  The price of oil spiked astronomically on unrealized fears of what might happen in the Middle East, but which didn’t occur.  Some traders made out like bandits, while others lost big.  Bear in mind that the commodity futures market returns no money.  For each winner, there is a looser.  It is gambling.”

“Like high stakes craps?”

“It’s far more damaging to everyday people that anything in Las Vegas.  While the oil price was artificially high, all the energy companies grossly ramped up production to poke as many holes in the ground as possible, to get the oil to sell at a big profit.”

“That is when I had my last decent job.”  Donald recalled.  “I optimistically bought a few assets that I later lost, but which created my debt.”

“As many others did.  Conversely, the excessively inflated energy costs made some people loose their homes, which weighed heavily onto the sub-prime mortgages.”  The man with eternal life and youth said as he ladled the stew into two large bowls.  “Then when those Middle East fears didn’t materialize, there was an oil glut that sent the commodity price into the cellar.”

“And companies involved in the energy sector laid off workers in droves.”  Donald lamented.  “The recent hires like me lost their jobs and many who were longer term employees were out of work too.”

“So who or what was really to blame?”

“The Chicago commodity futures market?”

“Precisely.”  The mad trapper sat at the table.  He savored a bite of stew before he continued.  “Yet what we’ve discussed told of the oil fields but I haven’t mentioned all of how this affected the financial services sector.”

“People out of work defaulted on loans?”  Donald guessed.  He was one who did.

“That added pressure but the bigger damage was done at the major investor level.  To purchase a commodity future contract, a person only needs to put up 10% of the capital and the rest is on margin.  When the oil prices sharply moved, both on the way up and down, the investors would’ve been asked to top up their investments with more money.  These are called ‘margin calls’.  But as the price had already gone so high, or so low, that the futures gamblers were better off just folding and walking away from the table.  Those loan defaults were really the ones that hurt the financial institutions but the sub-prime mortgages took more than their share of the blame.  The bankers and the media would rather point fingers at the small people, than to put the real situation up where all could look in disgust at it.”

“Blaming the people,” Donald mused, “the bankers went to the Government and asked the taxpayers to foot the bill.  And the big money people reneged on their bets but walked away still rich.”

“Yah.  That’s the way it works.  I’ve seen it happen over and over again.  One should think that people would eventually learn – but they don’t seem to.”

The stranded and unemployed guest munched away on his stew, while his mind digested the conversation.  The mad trapper’s ghost was also quiet during the rest of the repast.  After the last drops of gravy were daubed up with buttered bread, the two men carried the dishes to the washstand sink.

“What do you want me to do?”  Donald finally asked.

“I’m offering you the opportunity to make a loud statement.”  Nicholas Flamel said.  “I’ve stocked this cabin with everything you would need.”

The Mad Trapper’s Ghost – Part Two

It was still winter when Donald entered the Chicago Mercantile Exchange Building.  Under his overcoat, he had an array of loaded weapons strapped to his body and his satchel contained both spare ammunition and some improvised grenades made with dynamite taped up with nails for fragmentation.  He started his killing rampage with a shotgun.

“This is as easy as the mad trapper said it would be.”  Donald muttered as he killed and he recalled the discussion with his mentor.

‘I don’t think my good conscience will allow me to take a life.’  Donald had said.

‘The law will actually assist you.’  Flamel had countered.  ‘Don’t think about killing or hurting people.  Concentrate only on the laws against murder that you are harming.  Each law is an imaginary item that belongs to the hated government.  In fact, you’ll find that they are good targets, regardless of the living people hiding behind them.’

“Take that you sleazy law!”  Donald yelled as his automatic rifle mowed through a group of commodity traders.  The eternally young trapper’s views on law had been the final argument that had shown Donald what he needed to do.

‘The most pernicious document in the history of mankind was signed 115 years before I was born and my extended life’s mission is to show common people just how badly the Magna Charta hurt them.’  Albert Johnson had explained.  ‘Putting law in place was the Sophists finally defeating Aristotle.  The creation of law doomed folk to hundreds of years of serfdom to greedy liars and lawyers.  Law is the real cause of heinous crimes like debt-based money and commodity futures trading.’

The killer expended all his ammunition and threw all his grenades to devastating effect and unmolested by the police, the death toll climbed.  Finally, Donald was done.  He kicked open the front doors and strolled out with his hands in the air.

“If even a few of you had any guts,” Donald said under his breath as a knot of cops raced up the stairs towards him, “you could’ve entered and engaged me, to the effect of saving any number of innocent lives.”  He saw that the police forces had stayed outside establishing a cordoned off area, and hiding behind their squad cars when shots were heard.

The mass murderer used his final few seconds to reflect on Albert’s explanation.  ‘There’s no such thing as an innocent life.  The Akashic Record shows that each happening is earned and owed as karma.  I’ve perused the Akashic Records and have seen that some of those you’ll take have well and truly earned a death even in this life.  But no soul is ever harmed.  They will return in another life.’

The police gang tackled the surrendering shooter.  Then as he went down under the fists and kicks from the swarm of thugs, Donald triggered his last piece of ordinance.  And the girdle of TNT under his sweatshirt exploded.

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“Job well accomplished.”  Albert Johnson watched the breaking news segment.  “The video of the exploding scrum of cops was especially compelling.”

“Now we will likely never know why.”  The newscaster’s voice was near breathless.

“Even had he lived you would never find out why.”  The 700-year-old man scoffed at the TV set.  “Because you main stream journalists are deathly afraid of asking that 3-letter question.”

Nicholas Flamel shut off the TV and left the motel room.  He had some work to do in erasing the evidence of his involvement.  The cabin would be burnt to the ground.

‘What caused you to first understand law as you do?’  Donald had asked in the final moments before his terminal walk from the pickup truck to the building.

‘My wife Pernelle was taken from me in the flower of her regained youth.’  Nicholas Flamel had explained.  ‘Since its very inception, law has been people’s worst enemy.  Law is insidious though because through the Sophist’s deceptions, the common folk wrongly believe that law is protecting them.  What law is really doing is stripping away freedom, while concurrently making crime into a growth industry – which is precisely what the Sophists want.’

‘I’ve seen mass killings like this before.’  Donald said as his friend and teacher keyed his ignition.  ‘But I’ve never understood them as I do now.  Did you have your fingers in them?’

‘Some.’

‘Will my message be understood?’  Donald asked.

‘Many will wail and ask why.  A few will understand that the only possible reason is as a political statement.  And a couple will think it through further to realize that it wouldn’t happen if the law didn’t pave a track to it.  As individuals, people are quick on the uptake but as a group, they are slow learners.  It’s difficult too, with Sophist spin doctors planting misdirecting propaganda at each step of the way forward.’

‘Is it worth it?’

‘If you don’t think so,’ Albert patted his short-term friend on the forearm, ‘then don’t carry it through to the end.’  Then he waved goodbye and put the vehicle into gear.

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.

“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 it’s 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?”

“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.”

“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.”[/private_Chevron]

“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?”

[private_Chevron]“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

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.

History books are written by the winning side. Imagine how differently the accounts of the Nazi Holocaust would’ve been recorded, had Hitler won World War Two. I’m not saying either view is right or wrong: I’m simply noting how propaganda ALWAYS leans towards those in power.

So do you ever wonder what REALLY happened? And how it ACTUALLY affected the REAL people who were involved? But even if you were talking to a Holocaust Survivor, or a Participant in the Armies of Either side, could know for certain if they were telling the WHOLE Truth and Nothing But the Truth? Yet there is a way to know. Everything that has ever happened and all that will ever happen is already written in the Akashic Records and these hold nothing but the absolute and literal facts, described without even the slightest bias.

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“Where are these Akashic Records kept?” The Akashic Records are housed in the most secure of all possible places – The Akashic Records are stored in eternity. And God consults the Akashic Records during a soul’s judgment. Can any dispute that testimonial? Would God read lies?

I had a death experience in 2004 and my soul stood in God’s judgment. I was shown the record of my life’s events up to the time of my death and I can assure you, the Akashic Records were utterly factual. Further to seeing the Akashic Records during my soul’s judgment, I also saw the Akashic Records that pertained to the previous lives my soul has lived. The Akashic Records are so intricately detailed that just touching one of these past life memory sets is like living the previous life again. I’m told that the Akashic Records are even so complete that they also have everything that WILL happen as well, but I didn’t personally experience this aspect of the Akashic Records during my NDE.

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Imagine having the opportunity to read the amazing Akashic Records while you are still alive! Wouldn’t that be incredible? Well, it CAN be done. We wouldn’t even know that the Akashic Records existed at all, if it wasn’t possible to gain a living glimpse. To read the Akashic Records, you simply need to be in the most receptive spiritual state possible and this comes in deep meditation or in a hypnotic trance. Actually, I suppose the hypnotic trance route is the more direct way to get to the Akashic Records.

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