Some say that the line between reality and imagination is a blur at times;
that occasionally it is practically impossible to distinguish assumed fact from presumed fiction.
I am not saying that visions are not real, but - be that as it may - what I am about to tell you is incredible
as I think about it, and maybe you can make some sense out of it.
"It happened some time ago.
A few weeks earlier, the main man and a young women having reached her 20th birthday had separately filled out a courtship reconnaissance form and an evaluation form, and (unbeknownst to each other) had placed them into the same clothing donation box near the same service station - but neither one had gotten back any response yet. Or so it seemed to them.
There were four young adults who woke up about the same time in what seemed to be some weird maze-like cave by whoever put them there.
They all started out talking in the complete blackness, and discovered that two of them were men, and two were women - as they could tell by the timbre of the voices.
The main man felt that he had on a trenchcoat, turtleneck shirt, undershorts, long underwear, trousers, and (for some strange reason) two pairs of socks on with no shoes. The floor was not cold, but sort of spongy.
The other guy came over to where his voice was coming from, and subsequently informed him, as they quietly conversed for a while, that he had the exact same pieces of clothing on.
The two gals were silent as they listened to the two guys, although it sounded like they were in some kind of a huddle whispering whatever it was which the fellows could not overhear.
The main man asked them who they were, how they got there, and what was going on, and at first there was no response from either of the girls or women or whatever, until one of them said something really strange, which was that she - as the aggressive spokeswoman for both of them - wanted both of the guys to "please move away from each other a significant distance."
The main man was intrigued to know why, and queried her about it, but she gently insisted that they "just do it."
So they cooperatively did.
Then that same girl or woman who had requested that they do what they did, asked for the first name of the guy who had asked her and the other gal what was going on. He told her his name, and she told him her first name, and to keep talking and describing something about himself, so that - she said - she could "go over to him to find him" in the complete darkness.
He so did, and she did come over, gently groping with her hands ahead of her (one supposes) until she contacted his coat, the sleeve thereof, then started feeling his upper-body clothes, then reaching down both her hands lower and lower on him like he was being frisked by some security guard or cop.
She then told the other gal there who she mentioned by first name to request the other guy to start talking like the main man had, which she did, then he did, starting with telling her his first name. As he talked on, it seems (being that nobody could see anything in the complete blackness) that she did the same thing the main man's gal had done to him.
So both guys had a female partner they could not even see but only hear and contact.
The other guy apparently starting feeling his partner wherever, because she began uttering playful chuckles then sighs of what sounded like erotic titillation which one currently is not at liberty to elaborate upon.
Something bizarre then happened. As the main man was about to ask his gal why she had done what she did regarding the gentle frisking, she whispered something in his ear which sort of shocked him.
He responded with some masculine surprise and sympathy, then asked her if she was kidding or if what she said was really true. She informed him right away that it certainly was true, and asked if he could promptly accommodate her. He quickly and generously shared what he could with and for her.
Seems that the other couple finally began doing, then had done, the very same thing.
Well, it appeared that the main man was the aggressive spokesman for the entire group.
He quietly asked his gal if she was a Christian, and if she was single, both of which she softly affirmed, and she asked him the same, which he gently affirmed. Lightly grasping her tender and moistened hand after she told him that she then "was ready" - within what reminded him of that future infamous Outer Darkness which at least he had heard so much about - he told the other couple to "follow our voices" as they started walking forward.
The main man's concubine-to-become mentioned to them that she eventually was going to have to find and enter some restroom if they came upon one, and the other gal mentioned that she was getting hungry and wanted to get something to eat. Her guy said that he was sort of thirsty. The main man knew that he also would need a drink at some point, be it beer or wine or a little vodka if that was all there was.
Fortunately, they finally came to a small red sign situated at what seemed to be near the ground ahead of them. The small door above the sign was only about a yard high, and a yard wide. The sign read: "odou." The main man immediately recognized that it might be a Greek word, and underneath it in smaller letters was printed the Latin phrase: "de via."
Combining both could be rendered: "odoudevia" instead of: "deviaodou."
The other gal commented that in order to get through that "disgustingly" narrow door with the "legalistic" sign above it (as she put it), she would have to "humiliate" herself by getting down on her knees to crawl through it.
Her guy retorted that he saw no sign whatsoever, and that it did not really exist, but we only "thought" that it existed. His gal reprimanded him, telling him to not be atheistic about it because her stomach was starting to growl, and she chided him with the remark that at least he could be agnostic about the sign. He angrily blattered out that the sign sounded "religious" and he wasn't going to have any part of what he slandered: "superstition."
Even the main man's prospective suggested that the sign might not be the most contemporary or best translation or version of the actual meaning intended, as she and he were both partial to the English language, and maybe that neither of them should not take the strange words of the sign literally nor out of context nor misinterpret them and not gullibly nor necessarily expect anything positive, because "it might be a trick or booby trap or something like that" -- although she then negatively reminded all present that she was going to have to urinate and defecate sooner or later, and was in no mood to divisively debate, argue, judgmentally question, beat around the bush with off-on-a-tangent diversionary meanderings, and delay what would become vital and imminent.
Meanwhile, the brightness of the sign was gradually fading.
The other gal added that the sign might have changed text over time because of copying errors, that it probably was "made up" by fallible and perhaps "lamentably-evolved" "abusively-chauvinistic" "sexist men" -- "bent on anti-woman sexual harassment" -- and maybe applied only a long time ago exclusively for "some pathetically-obsolete ancient tribes hung up on trifles and incidentals somewhere over in the islamic-fundamentalist Middle East violating women's rights."
Both the other guy and the other gal informed the main man's female partner and him that they wanted more time to think about stooping so low into something they couldn't completely trust, that they were going to stay and find a more sophisticated and less humiliating way out, and further commented that they were ticked off at whoever set all this stuff up and put them there without first asking their permission with "spam"-like audacity.
The main man then told them that the "spam" thing reminded him of something relating to censorship-tyrants Facebook and G-mail and Excite webmail, but that he was going to enter the humble hole of potentially blissful delight because "that is OUR only logical option and hope" and "it's either a lie or the truth, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to find out while I still have a chance."
His prospective worse half scolded him with a terse reminder to "speak for himself and not necessarily include her in the 'our' part." He responded with quasi-exhaustive quiet speculation that there might be a restroom on the other side of the small door so she could relieve herself when she found it impeccably expedient.
Meekly, he asked the pleasant woman with him if she had ever wanted to get married, and a moment of silence preceded an almost-inaudible 'yes,' after which she asked him the same question, to which he gave a positive reply. Sensing something unusual about all this so far, he told her that he had filled out and deposited both a courtship reconnaissance form and evaluation form into some clothing-donation box by some service service, and asked her if she thought that all which had transpired so far was in any way related. Her immediate answer was a most pleasant surprise to him, after which he suggested that they both consider themselves married to each other under the dire circumstances of duress and importunity they had both were virtually incarcerated within.
Quickly agreeing with his proposal, he then coaxed his newly-acquired concubine with profuse French-and-Russian-type cheek kisses of affectionate urgency to take the sign literally for what it said, that it was better to have some sign rather than no sign, to regard the remarkably-non-obtuse and notably-astute semantics as being intricately and irrevocably involved with the quintessential gravity of the situation, despite whatever fabricated context or questionable interpretation could be misconceived and interfere -- regardless of whether or not it sounded......................."religious."
As the sign was, by then, so dim that it was almost invisible, his willing concubine thankfully consented with a profound tight hug and prolonged lips kiss as his newly-acquired consensual common-law spouse, and they both penitently dropped to their knees, with scurrilous laughter from the partially-fornicated couple left behind, after which he slowly but cautiously inserted himself into the small opening from behind his female's aroused quivering body as she passionately proceeded concordantly.
What happened next was totally life-saving.
They entered into a small somewhat-dimly-lit single hospital-or-clinic-type examination room with a unisex lavatory, an exchange-massage cot, plus a vending machine full of milk, pop, chips, and various kinds of pastries. Tokens for payment were alongside the machine. Most admirable it was that the condoms in the smaller machine were astronomically high-priced and way out of reach.
Continuing to peruse the room, they saw what looked like a plastic-covered manhole-sized hole in the floor in one corner, and in another corner a somewhat-spacious transparent-glass shower stall.
After slipping off the trenchcoat and dropping the trousers, she immediately committed herself to delightfully indulge in the genital relief he courageously and faithfully provided, after which he eagerly sucked up two quantities of milk contained in size-D cups, noticing that she had dropped to the floor one of the two pairs of socks she had put on when they both had previously been in the dark. He gazed at her sensuously spreading apart her shapely outstretched legs in mid-air toward his inscrutably-appreciative view from within the open-door lavatory as she slowly and deftly wiped herself while on her royal throne.
After flushing, the fluorescent light way up on the room's ceiling began to fade, and soon the room went completely dark, except for a light from above, directed to the massage cot, illuminating what looked like some large-print instruction sheet lying thereon, which caught the attention of both of them.
He picked it up, and read it, then showed her and she read it.
The info on the sheet of paper informed them that in order to activate location of escape doors out of the room, it was necessary and mandatory that the massage cot have a weight of at least 250 pounds continuous on it for at least one hour.
It took both the main man and his wife-equivalent together to enjoyably comply with that one.
Sure enough, after about an hour, the light on the massage cot from the ceiling went dark, and two signs on one side of the room got brighter and brighter. One of the signs was over an elaborate larger door, which sign was bordered with gold and silver, and was constantly flashing with multi-colored lights, and advertising photos of pull-tabs, flashing casino slot machines, and porno-exhibitionist color pix surrounding it, embedded with myriad dollar signs.
It was kind of entrancing to both of them, in stark contrast to and compared to the blackness they had previously being confined within.
The other sign was above a small door near the floor, which door looked like it was made of gnarly tree bark -- about the same size as the one the inferior-gender pulchritude and her superior-gender husband had previously slipped through.
The signs had completely different messages.
The flashing neon sign on the large door had the strange words: "Don't Even Think About Entering This Door" while the other one simply had the word: "Exit To Paradise" in green letters above it near the floor, embedded with a top-center wooden crucifix.
He exclaimed, "Here we go again" to his consummated nuptuality when he saw the 36" X 36" door near the floor.
After he said that, some light from the ceiling came on again, but this time it was directed to a sign underneath the high-mounted condom-dispensing machine.
They both walked over to that, and read the somewhat-lengthy instructions.
The sign informed them that they needed to go to the manhole opening on the floor within the next two minutes only, and toss in all the clothes they had within the next two minutes -- the more-of-less exact weight of which, when reaching the bottom of the hole, would activate a mat sensor at the shower stall door for up to three minutes only, and that the mat sensor required a weight of at least 250 pounds on it, for up to three minutes only, to unlock the shower stall door for up to two minutes only, and which shower required about 250 pounds continuous in it to have lukewarm water run therein for up to half an hour, at the end of which time both the "Don't Even Think About Entering This Door" and the "Exit To Paradise" doors would automatically be unlocked.
The main man and his bride followed through with it exactly in detail, as they figured that was their only means of escape.
After showering, the main man mentioned to his concubine that it sure would be lonely if they went through different doors, and she heartily agreed.
They chose the correct option, and together entered (this time with him going first), and then something indescribably thrilling happened, to their overwhelmed unspeakable joy -- the details of which are too extensive to mention at this point.
Suffice it to say that eternal timelessness in ecstatic bliss has no end.
At least whoever put them there got his or her clothes back."
13 Neither is there any creature that is not manifest in His sight, but all things are naked and open to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do.
14 Seeing then that we have a great High Priest who has passed into the Heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast to our profession.
15 For we have not a High Priest who is unable to relate to us in our weaknesses, but one who was tempted in every aspect as we are tempted, and yet did not sin.
16 Therefore let us come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our times of need.
John 14:6 Jesus said to him, "I am the Way, and the Truth, and the Life; no one comes to the Father, but by me.
Second Corinthians 6:2 For He says, "At the acceptable time I have listened to you, and helped you on the day of salvation." Hey, now is the acceptable time; hey, now is the day of salvation.
Ephesians 5:26 ...that he might sanctify her, having cleansed her by the washing of water with the word...
Hebrews 10:22 let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water.
Revelation 16:15 "Wow, I am coming like a thief! Blessed is he who is awake, keeping his garments that he may not go naked and be seen exposed."
Revelation 19:8 And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white; for fine linen is the righteousness of saints.