Stories Of Horror

Conversation With God

It was a car accident. Nothing particularly remarkable, but fatal nonetheless. You left behind a wife and two children. It was a painless death. The paramedics tried their best to save you, but to no avail. Your body was so utterly shattered you were better off. Trust me.

And that's when you met me.

"What... what happened?" You asked. "Where am I?"

"You died," I said matter-of-factly. No point stalling.

"There was a... a truck... and it was skidding across the road..."

"Yep."

"I... I died?"

"Yup. But don't feel so bad about it. Everybody dies." I said.

You looked around. There was nothing buy nothingness. Just you and me. "What is this place?" You asked. "Is this the afterlife?"

"More or less," I replied.

"Are you God?" You asked.

"Yep," I replied. "I'm God."

"What about my kids? My wife?"

"What about them?"

"Will they be alright?"

"That's what I like to see," I said. "You just died and your main concern is your family. That's good stuff right there."

You looked at me with fascination. To you, I didn't look like God. I just looked like some man. Some vague authority figure. More of a teacher than the almighty.

"Don't worry," I said. "They'll be fine. Your kids will remember you as perfect in every way. They didn't have time to grow contempt for you. Your wife will cry, but will be secretly relieved. To be fair, your marriage was falling apart anyway. If it's any consolation, she'll feel guilty for feeling relieved."

"Oh." You said, "Do I go to Heaven or Hell of something?"

"Neither," I said. "You'll be reincarnated."

"Ah, so the Hindu's were right?"

"All religions are right, in their own way," I said. "Walk with me."

You followed along as we strolled around the void. "Where are we going?"

"Nowhere in particular, isn't it nice just to talk while we walk?"

"So, what's the point then?" You asked. "When I get reborn, I'll just be a blank slate, right? A baby. So all my experiences and everything I did in this life won't matter."

"Not so!" I exclaimed. "You have within you all the knowledge and experiences from your past lives. You just don't remember them right now."

I stopped walking and took you by the shoulders. "Your soul is magnificent, beautiful, and gigantic. More so than you could ever possibly imagine. A human mind can only contain a tiny fragment of what you are at once. It's like sticking the tip of your finger in a glass of water to check it's temperature. You put a tiny part of yourself into the vessel, and when you bring it back out, you've gained all the experiences it had." I explained. "You've been human for the past 34 years, so you haven't stretched out yet and felt the rest of your immense conciousness. If we hung out here longer, you'd start to remember everything. But there's no point in doing that between each life, you'd just forget it again."

"How many times have I been reincarnated then?"

"Oh, heaps of times. And into lots of different lives." I said. "This time around, you'll be a Chinese peasant girl in 540 A.D."

"Wait, what?" You stammered. "You're sending me back in time?"

"Well, I guess, technically. Time, as you know it, only exists in your universe. Things are different where I come from."

"Where do you come from?" You pondered.

"Oh, sure!" I explained. "I come from somewhere. Somewhere else. And there are others like me. I know you'll want to know what it's like there, but you honestly won't understand."

"Oh," you said, let down a little. "But wait. If I get reincarnated to other places in time, could I have interacted with myself at some point?"

"Sure. It happens all the time. And with both lives only aware of their own timespan you don't even know it's happening."

"So what's the point of it all?"

"Seriously?" I asked. "You're asking me for the meaning of life? Isn't that a little stereotypical?"

"Well, it's a reasonable question," you persisted.

I looked you in the eye. "They meaning of life, the reason I made this whole universe, is for you to mature."

"You mean mankind? You want us to mature?"

"No. Just you. I made this whole universe for you. With each new life you grow and mature, and become a greater and larger intellect."

"Just me? What about everyone else?"

"There is no one else," I said. "In this universe there's just you, and there's me."

You stared at me blankly. "But all the people on Earth..."

"You. All you. Just different incarnations."

"Wait - I'm everyone?!"

"Now, you're getting it!" I said with a congratulatory slap on the back.

"I'm every human who ever lived?"

"Or who will ever live, yes."

"I'm Abraham Lincoln?"

"And you're John Wilkes Booth." I added.

"I'm Hitler?" You asked, appalled.

"And you're the millions he killed."

"I'm Jesus?"

"And you're everyone who followed him."

You fell silent.

"Every time you victimised someone," I said. "You were victimising yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, it's for yourself. Every happy moment, every sad moment, ever experienced by any human that ever is, was, or will be, experienced by you."

"Why?" You asked me, "why do all this?"

"Because someday, you will be like me. Because that's what you are. You are one of my kind. You are my child."

"Wow." You said, incredulous. "You mean I'm a god?"

"No, not yet." You're like a foetus, still growing. Once you've lived every human life throughout all time, you will be grown enough to be born."

"So the whole universe," you said. "It's just..."

"An egg, of sorts." I answered. "Now it's time for you to move onto your next life."

And with that, I sent you on your way.