Heide A. W. Kaminski - South of Eden

South of Eden

by Heide AW Kaminski

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First published by AuthorHouse 9/20/2010

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Table of Contents

South of Eden

God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh.
~Voltaire (1694-1778)

Genesis

In the beginning, God created the Heaven and the Earth.

And when God was done filling it with all sorts of wondrous things, God was very pleased.

But then the people took on the liberty to exercise free will and things went a little differently than God had envisioned. God sent a few punishments down to Earth such as floods, plagues and other hardships, but it never changed anything for the better in the long run. So God, wise as S/He is, decided to go with the flow, instead of trying to redirect it. In the year 2037 or somewhere around that time, after a few days in Heaven and endless years on Earth (for as you know one day on Gods calendar is not the same as one day on a human calendar), one man learned that Gods a great being and Heaven is a place to enjoy. May you be touched by the lessons in the same way

Oh, geesh, there he goes again St. Peter sighed, polishing the intricate handle of his pearly gate for the tenth time today. It didnt even seem to occur to him that his obsessive polishing was quite a lot less anal than Dons every day rituals preparing for the arrival of his goddess Gwyddy.

When Don showed up at St. Peters prized possession several years ago, he was quite stunned. Gwyddy had told him many times, giggling her sexy little giggle that managed to rise a deep desire in Don even way into his old age, I cant wait to see you on the other side and tell you I TOLD YOU SO!

You shouldnt even be here! St. Peter scolded. Not many of your kind make it here. You are one lucky guy!

He turned to bow to an old man, who was waving to St. Pete. Good luck, Reinhold, Pete said, Turning back to Don, he added, That is Gwyddys dad.

Reinhold waved at Don. Gotta go, buddy, I am scheduled for reincarnation and I have a few classes to take to be prepared for the shock. Very nice meeting you first though!

Don never believed in life after death. You die and then there is nothing, was always his philosophy. And that never changed, even after Gwyddy soared into his life, making her final home on Earthly terrain in his heart. Gwyddy was a firm believer in life after death. Not only did she believe in such preposterous theories, but she also believed such life to be full of fun and infinite happiness. Don loved to listen to her creative stories and how she believed their life would continue long after they passed on.

If you die before me, she would say, come back to me as a butterfly, so I know youre safe, OK? I will do the same for you if I die first.

Sure Don would muse, shake his head and then get lost again in his overwhelming feelings for her, which were a quite equal mix of lust and true love.

And then one day, the inevitable happened. Gwyddy had skipped down the stairs to their bedroom, yelling Hey, sleepyhead, I went for a walk, now Im home for coffee! and she found him with a serene smile on his face.

She grabbed a flashlight from the floor and poked it at him, ever so careful, as Don had a habit of jumping and flinging about wildly, when he was woken from deep sleep. It never took much for him to fall into deep sleep. He meekly raised one hand and motioned for Gwyddy to sit down on the bed. Just hold me, he whispered. Let me sleep in your arms. Gwyddy nestled herself up against the wall and he laid his head on her lap. I did it, he whispered. Gwyddy looked at him with her forehead curled. Then she noticed several packs of sleeping pills on his desk. Oh, no! she yelled and reached for her cell phone.

With all the strength he had left he placed his hand on hers. Please dont, he whispered. Gwyddys shoulders sunk in and tears welled up in her eyes. Gently she massaged his forehead. They had talked about this. Don had always said that he didnt want to die miserably. When it would get to the point where it would be unbearable, he was going to end it, before he lost the ability to do even that.

Gwyddy almost fell asleep herself. Suddenly she jerked up. She couldnt feel the gentle up and down movement of his breathing chest any longer.

When he refused to respond to Gwyddys playful poking, she caressed his face, kissed him sweetly and brushing her soft tears up against his face, she whispered, I will see you on the other side some day, my love. She knew he was happy and most certainly surprised beyond belief to find that she was always right. But she also knew that it wasnt her time yet and that she would terribly miss his warm Earthly body until she could follow him. Get ready, she whispered. Make me a worthy welcome patch! Then she looked up to the ceiling Daddy, she said, he really needs help making it across. Please make sure he gets to Heaven!

Suddenly she heard a knock on the door upstairs. Slowly she pulled herself up and stumbled. It was the mail lady. I have a delivery which requires a signature, she said.

He wont be able to sign it anymore, Gwyddy sobbed.

Oh, I am terribly sorry, the mail lady replied. Oh, would you look at that!

A gorgeous Monarch butterfly landed on Gwyddys shoulder.

Its quite late in the year for such a fragile creature, the mail lady said.

She shrugged her shoulders and turned to leave, not noticing Gwyddys lips silently forming words.

Good morning, my lover, she murmured. I dont suppose youd want to share a cup of java and a cigi in this state of body?

The Monarch circled her head twice, gently stroking her cheeks and then it took off into the blazing sun.

Gwyddy turned and went into the house to call 9-1-1.

As she followed the ambulance, she blasted her Scorpions CD. Over and over she played the song You will always be in my heart.

When Don arrived at Petes Place, Peter grinned a smirky grin at him. Let me guess, Don sighed, you are going to tell me she told me so, right?

Peters grin evolved into a full-blown satisfied smile. You have no idea, how many people I have to say that to.

So, Don continued. I am going to need a three-car garage.

Huh? it was Peters turn to be stunned.

I thought you knew everything??? Don laughed. Take a look at your big book over there!

I know! Peter protested. But I thought it was a two-car garage you needed.

With the size of those babies we envisioned, were gonna need the room for three cars. Don mused. So, where is it?

Well, up here, you create your own reality. So just put em somewhere.

Don looked at a majestic weeping willow just a little past Peters gate.

Noooo! Pete yelled. Thats too close for my comfort zone! Talk a walk!