Immortality

And Mother’s saved us, philosopher – you and me. Even you – who despises Mother, or thinks he does., has been saved by Mother.


This isn’t real, Philosopher. It doesn’t even feel real, philosopher. Admit it. We’ve been saved. We’ve been given this … pocket world to live in. This … simulation. And we’re going to live this day forever.


We’re immortal, philosopher. We’ve achieved immortality. In the mind of Mother.

She likes to listen to us here. She likes us walking up and down her coast, the edge of her sea. Her beach.

She’s running a Shiva simulation and a Uma simulation and just listening in.


These aren’t our real bodies and these aren’t our real lives, probably. These aren’t our thoughts. This isn’t even us. Our real bodies are long gone.

Mother resurrected us. For her amusement. Mother rules the world now. Organisational Management has utterly triumphed. It’s the year 2525, or something. Five hundred of years after the O.M. takeover.  And Mother plays back moments from before the Organisational Management world-triumph. Just to amuse herself. Just to tickle herself. Just to remember what once was.


This is the afterlife. This is new Jerusalem.

New Jerusalem looks an awful lot like Whitley Bay. There’s Spanish City in the afterlife. There’s St Mary’s Lighthouse? The Rendezvous café.

It’s actually quite warm for midwinter, in the afterlife. There are still ships in the ferry. You can still find our where they’re going on Veet, or whatever.

Even in heaven?

Even in heaven. And the planes – you can find our where they’re going, too.

Do you have a God app, on your phone? Can you track and trace God?


Can you take holidays in heaven? I hope you can. I’m looking forward to Marbella. Supposed to be flying out there. To the second house. Imagine that – a second house. Bought with consultancy money. From Alan’s escapades in Bulgaria.


What if this is God’s world? What if God destroyed the old world? And this is heaven. This is the New Jerusalem.

What if we’ve been resurrected? In the flesh?

These are real limbs. These are our real fingers. That is the real sky. And that is the real sea.


We’re supposed to learn something – that’s what they say, isn’t it? In each incarnation into which we were born. There’s supposed to be some takeaway.


I read a book about past life regression. Who were you in a past life, philosopher? Was it philosophers all the way back?