The Antichristian Phenomenon

It was quite a surprise. At the moment I let the last breath pass my lips, I thought it was the end. Although it scared me that life was all over, I also cherished the moments I have had and looked back one final time and then died with a smile on my face. If I still had control over that carnal container, that smile would have disappeared quickly enough. I was confronted with the fact that I had been wrong, and now I was going to be judged by Him. “Hell” - It sounded much like those annoyed people behind counters who said “Next”. Like many souls before me, two angelic figures stepped forward to drag me away. In the execution of their razzia fiercely I protested.

They told me I could not enter heaven, because I had not accepted Jesus as my saviour. I understood, but how can I be judged for something I didn’t do? Do you put people in jail for not donating money to a good cause? Would you condemn people for not being an active member in a group that vouches for equal rights? They told me I had been warned what would happen if I didn’t do it, and that I still had made the choice not to accept The High One’s son. But how could it have been a choice? If I would have known the claims to be true, it would have been quite stupid of me to neglect it - but it would not have been a choice, but rather a necessity if I didn’t want to go to hell. Pascal’s wager is not about true conviction, but about fake faith opportunism. I had never felt inclined to show any respect for threats, especially those in the like of eternal punishment. What kind of love is that which when unaccepted will result in torture? It is not a choice I was given; it was a threat at gunpoint: Accept or feel the wrath. How can a god who on earhtly planes is praised for his benevolence resort to such dire measures? Does my contribution to humanity through my work as a medical engineer not count in this tribunal? Has my abstinence of violent behaviour not earned me any grants at all? I pretend not to be holy, but black hearted I am certainly not.

What insignificant test is life at all in the light of eternity? Do they think I can not conform to their ways, if ever it came so far that I was willing to sell my soul for entrance to heaven? And how does not being granted acces to heaven equate with torture, fire and brimstone? Have they not heard of the golden middle path? A place to dwell without having to conscript to the Heavenly Reign, and without having to feel the licking flames of the burning lake? Nay, I was quickly answered. What simple-minded dualism is this model for justice, if it can be called justice at all? And now I had a better understanding of the phrase “The road to hell is paved with good intentions”, for He does not care for all the good you have done. Judgement awaits not to review who you are, what you have done, and how you have behaved; but solely on whether you have bent to the will of that high dictator.

At my realisation of the rampant fascism of heaven’s governor, I was proud to find out that every day I had spent on earth I had unknowingly thwarted that mighty tyrant. At the edge of that cliff I had no remorse. They threw me in that fiery pit, and I smiled.

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