Ch. 7: “Left Behind (1 Tin Soldier)”

By admin On December 8th, 2012

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It was afternoon, about ten days since my atheism came to a screeching halt.

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The past ten days made me feel as though the world had become some House of Horrors! I had met this spirit-being. I had been reduced to a puddle of liquid as I listened to the Comedian and his Omen of Doom for the world (i.e., his comedy album)

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I had the most cruel trick played on me by the spirits, thinking I was one of the chosen-few for Heaven: only then to discover I was actually one of the unfortunate-many, destined for Hell…Eternal Hell!

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“NOTHING IS REAL”

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More than this, I was being frightened beyond belief over the prospects of spending an eternity of torture by the Angels of Hell! And if that was not enough, I was going in and out of these hellish nightmarish…uhhh…illusions…if they were indeed illusions; illusions that people were some sort of hellish imaginary images conjured up to taunt and mock and torment me till my heart burst out of my chest, or perhaps to torment me until forever and a day!

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SPIRIT VERY CHANGEABLE

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Then of course, the nightclub experience, in which I was told that the world was coming to an end…which it didn’t come to an end, after all. 

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So this was all really confusing because I was getting conflicting messages…at times being told I was one of the lucky saved ones…and then at other times I was one of the UNlucky doomed ones.

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But what could I do? There was absolutely nothing I could do about it! Someone else was in charge. I guess that famous one-liner really puts it well. You know the one-liner from a certain movie… “Fasten your seat belts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.”

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But now I’ll just share with you just a few of the most memorable moments of these hellish torments, that occurred on this the tenth day…

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CH. 7: “LEFT BEHIND”  

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“WHO–WHO–WHO WROTE

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THIS BOOK OF LOVE?!!” …

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A friend came by to take me to see one of her friends.

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She drove mThe_Scream Wikipedia public domain by edvard munch c.1893e over to one of her church-member’s house. We drove up to a nice older home in one of the better sections of Klamath. A well-dressed, white-haired lady answered the door, and asked us in. Then after probably a few moments of formalities, this elderly lady brought out a Bible. She took out a large Bible, opening it up to the first chapter. She had me read the very first verse, “In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.” And then she had me read the following line, “And God said, ‘Let US make man in OUR image, after OUR likeness.’” And this nice lady then conveyed the idea that there were many gods.

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“AND GOD SAID, ‘LET US…'”

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Now I knew I was in Hell! I didn’t know hardly anything about the Bible. “BUT I DO KNOW THAT THERE AREN’T MULTIPLE GODS!!! WHAT’S GOING ON HERE?!? WHO WROTE THIS BIBLE?!?” These were the kind of thoughts that were running (RAGING!) through my head. So how could there be a Bible which said there were multiple gods!? So I must be in Hell, and this was the Devil’s counterfeit Bible!

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I had been to church as a little boy. I listened to the stories in the children’s classes. So if there was one thing I learned, it was that the world was made by one God, and only one God! Not by many gods! So more and more I was sinking lower and lower into a fiery abyss. And though there were no literal flames, these spiritual flames were every bit as painful!

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“NOTHING IS REAL”

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As we were leaving this lady’s home, we got on to Kit Carson Way. Normally, I would be really enjoying this nice fall weather. Fall in the Basin, is very beautiful. And bright orange leaves are everywhere! Klamath Basin has almost no spring. But the fall here in the Basin, is very long and crisp and pretty nice, quite often.

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But right now, the beautiful season was the last thing on my mind! And after this shocking encounter with that “Bible from Hell”, I was really thinking that, yes, I was in Hell! Eternal Hell! But I couldn’t sure!

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Anyway, as soon as we were on Kit Carson Way, a siren went off. And in the rear-view mirror, was a State Trooper. My friend pulled her car over, and waited in the car for the Trooper to come up. 

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Now I’ll have to say, my friend was a very gifted conversationalist. So it wasn’t long before the two were laughing and joking. 

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FACES AS FLAMES

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But forget all that! Because, as soon as they began talking, I immediately sank into some sort of paranoia or psychosis, in which they appeared to be talking about the Hell I was going through! It was as if they knew all about my dire situation! And as they kept the conversation going, they began to appear as if they were some sort of spirit beings! And if that wasn’t enough, it was almost as if their faces were flames of fire, maybe! 

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Now faces being as flames, reminds me of a passage from the Bible, which prophesies… “they shall be amazed one at another; their faces shall be as flames. Behold, the day of the LORD cometh, cruel both with wrath and fierce anger, to lay the land desolate: and he shall destroy the sinners thereof out of it.” Isaiah 13:8, 9. Of course, this passage from Isaiah might be speaking of some completely different circumstance. But it sure seems to describe what I saw!

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I wondered if they were not really human, but merely two evil angels from Hell. Or maybe just imaginary figures. I couldn’t tell! They kind-of just talked as if everything was a joke. Like they knew all about my situation, and they were kind-of snickering at my hellish situation, behind my back!

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CLASSIC CASE OF PARANOIA? JUST ASK FREUD!

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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sigmund_Freud_LIFE.jpgNow I know that this sounds like a classic case of extreme Paranoia. But I was so far down into whatever a psychiatrist wishes to call this… “Psychosis”… “Hallucination”…”Paranoia”… “Delusion”…”Batty in the Belfry”.

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Whatever one wants to label it. I’ll call it “tormented with fire and brimstone”, thank you! Looking back, I’m reminded of that verse from Amos…

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Listen to Amos… “Woe unto you that desire the day of the LORD!

to what end is it for you? the day of the LORD is darkness, and not light.

As if a man did flee from a lion, and a bear met him;

or went into the house, and leaned his hand on the wall, and a serpent bit him.”

Amos 5:18, 19

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This verse, had I known it back then, would have explained my situation very precisely. Oh not in a literal sense. But figuratively, I was being chased, and being bitten by a serpent! And there was no-where I could turn for relief. My judgment had come. There was no turning back! There was no-where to run! And definitely no-place I could hide! If I went to sleep, my dreams would only terrify me…

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“When I say, My bed shall comfort me, my couch shall ease my complaint;

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Then you (God) scare me with dreams, and terrify me through visions:

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So that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.”

Job 7:13-15

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“WE WRESTLE NOT AGAINST FLESH & BLOOD”

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After the trooper let her go, my friend resumed driving me home. Shortly, we arrived at my house, and she dropped me off. I can’t remember what was said on this ride home, but it seemed like everything was said in order to torment me further. So whatever it was…I interpreted as very directed towards my condemnation…or should I say…my damnation.

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After getting out at my house, my nice friend drove away. I call her nice, because she was only trying to help. My problem was not with her, or with any other human for that matter. My problem was with unseen powers…

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“For we wrestle not against flesh and blood,

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but against principalities,

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against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world,

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against spiritual wickedness in high places.”

Ephesians 6:12

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I walked up to my front door thinking about that Bible the lady had shown me, “make man in OUR likeness…after OUR image…”?  Was that Bible I was shown, the Devil’s Bible? Could I be in Hell? Or maybe some sort of Purgatory? Or are these just devils in human form—sent to torment me?

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“THE RAPTURE…

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 ONE TIN SOLDIER RIDES AWAY”

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By the time my friend dropped me off at home, I realized I was still on earth. But I was totally unprepared for the next horror which was about to sweep over me!

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Still reduced to liquid from the previous experience. I entered my front door, and saw that no one was home. I don’t know how long it was till another wave of terror swept over me…

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You see, the entire west side of this house was made up of tall windows. And as I walked into the house I quickly noticed that a thick fog outside the windows was now blanketing the city below. And as I looked, seeing absolutely nothing but that thick layer of fog below, the overwhelming fear came over me that everyone had disappeared from off the Earth—everyone but me! 

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“GO AHEAD AND HATE YOUR NEIGHBOR”

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“Could it be?” I thought, “Did the Rapture occur?”. And so I got on the phone and called the restaurant, but the line was busy. Could everyone be gone at the restaurant? Is the phone just dangling off the hook in the empty buffet? Everyone raptured—and I’ve been left behind?

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And so this new wave of terror flooded my soul! Had the Rapture already happened!? And while this chilling thought shot through my mind, a song was just now playing on the radio. I stopped cold in my tracks to listen…

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“Go ahead and hate your neighbor…go ahead and cheat a friend…

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“Do it in the name of Heaven…You can justify it in the end…

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“There won’t be any trumpets blowin’…on the Judgment Day…

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“On the bloody mornin’ after-r-r-r…one tin soldier rides away.”

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Now I understood that this song was for me. Yes, I was guilty of hating my neighbor! Yes, I was guilty of cheating a friend!

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LEFT BEHIND

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“…And the smoke of their torment ascends up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night, who worship the beast and his image, and whosoever receives the mark of his name.” Revelation 14:11

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This song on the radio was like a Dear John letter written to me by God Himself. I was left behind! I was forsaken. The entire world was raptured away! Whisked away in a moment of time! “Oh-h-h No-o-o!!!”

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WORLD HAD NOT YET SHUT COMPLETELY DOWN

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I thought about… “why is the radio playing songs, if the Rapture has really occurred?”. Then I remembered that this station was recently converted to a fully auto-mated station. All song selections were done by computer. “So there probably isn’t anyone at the station.”, I thought. So this radio station was likewise empty of human life. Now some computer, only playing songs designed to torment me! Oh the terror I was now going through, cannot be described with words!

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“BLUER THAN BLUE, SADDER THAN SAD!”

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I once more looked out the windows, straining to see something down there below: anything that pierced through that thick cloud which had spread itshttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:The_Scream.jpgelf over the city below. Maybe a car…or a person. Anyone! But there was nothing! There was nobody!

Another song began playing on the auto-controlled FM station…

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“Bluer than blue…sadder than sad…

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“You’re the only light this empty room has ever had…

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“Life without you, is gonna be—bluer than blue.”

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“And when you’re gone…I can run through the house screaming

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“And no one will ever hear me…I really should be glad…

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But still I’m bluer than blue…”

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MY SELFISH, SELFISH LIFE

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Hearing these chilling words frightened me beyond belief! I immediately thought about how badly I treated some of the young ladies in my life. I was always looking to get something new! Never satisfied with what I had! Always wanting more! Adultery ran through my veins! And now it was my Judgment! Now I was all alone! Now I could run through the house screaming! I could even run through the neighborhood screaming! I could run through the entire world! And no one would ever hear me! Alone forever! Doomed to walk through an empty world! All the possessions that I cared so much about, but no one to share them with! The degree of terror which I now was experiencing was totally off the charts!

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They were all raptured away! One tin soldier left behind! Me!

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“There won’t be any trumpets blowin’

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On that Judgment Day…

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On the bloody mornin’ after—

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One tin soldier rides away.

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How could this be? How could all these songs be such fiery bullets shooting into my soul? There were no trumpets sounding! But the silence of eternal separation from God was louder than any trumpet! Much, much louder!

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I’m not sure how long all this went on. Long enough for a very pointed and terrifying and very real drama to occur. One which I’ll never forget!

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IT WAS ALL IN MY MIND!!!

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After a while, I decided to try again to reach the restaurant. I reached for the phone. I dialed the restaurant phone number. The calling tones sound. A voice answers, “Hello, ‘The — Buffet Restaurant”’—May I help you?” .

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And so I realized that this was not the Rapture after all! But that didn’t mean I wasn’t in trouble! BIG TROUBLE!

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EDITOR’S NOTE: I probably didn’t use the name “Rapture”, as I was not connected at all with Christianity up to this point. But perhaps I had heard this term used. I just cannot remember.

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Welcome Back!

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My second trip to the “Ward 3600″ did not go as smoothly as the first trip.

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