Santo

Paradise

"What happened?" The inner voice asked this common question.

"I don't know," George answered instantly. "Why do you ask me that question?" George asked back.

"George, you have to answer my question because it is the only way how you can realize the threat that is being here."

George was looking at the picture on the wall hearing that question when suddenly he felt an unbearable headache. His legs buckled and George began to fall to the ground. George started to lose consciousness and his mind was being obscured by darkness.

Suddenly George found himself in the garden of the paradise. He stands up and look at the man in front of him and asked: "What did happen?"

The man standing in front of him silently said: "You are in the garden of paradise because your physical body is dying."

"What?" George asked himself and tried to wake up from that scary dream. "It is impossible, I am here, I feel and I speak. In other words, I exist and I am alive." He shouted loudly but his voice was disappearing and no echo was coming back to his ears. His voice was being lost in silence.

"Common," the man said and pointed out to the place by the tree that stud about ten metres by George's right side. "Common and keep calm. Try to be patient and stop asking me those unnecessary questions."

George didn't understand anything but felt an amazing and unbelievable power in that man's voice that made him calm.

"Everybody once dies. It is the circle of existence that is about life and death too. It is a never-ending story that we go through." The man said and asked George to sit down and feel comfortable as well as possible.

"I am a little bit confused I don't understand what is going on. You said I died and I am in the garden of paradise. Honestly, it sounds fine for me but it cannot be true," George explained how he felt.

"Oh, the next so clever and experienced man who came to the paradise and tried to persuade me that he is right. Well I understand you and I will be patient with you like with everybody before because, by the way, it is my job," the man said with a warm smile on his face.

"What? I really don't understand anything that you are talking about," George added and continued: "I have heard about paradise, about the people who believed in God and the immortality of their souls. But it must be a mistake because..."

"Stop!" The man said and pointed out to the sky.