Standby....

Part II

(Continued....)

"Sometimes when we don't question, answers are provided for us. But we don't question if those answers are the correct ones for us. But when you do question and find your own answers, sometimes the issue is understanding what it is that got answered."

~Cassi~

Press Play To Listen To The Cult "She Sells Sanctuary" For The Soundtrack

*walks inside subway....finds empty seat....sits down feeling dread....it didn't end when he pulled the trigger like he begged*

"Next Stop Hades with connections to Elysian Fields, Valhalla, and Purgatory. Please watch your step when exiting the train."

*no view out windows....everyone keeping to themselves.... and elderly woman in a emerald green coat asks if the seat next to him is taken*

"No."

"Thank you. So you nervous about spending time in Purgatory?"

"How do you know that?"

"Mijo, I helped get you in there where you can get out and come home."

"Were you at my wake as Guadalupe?"

"Yes Mijo. I'll be getting off the train with you to hold your hand."

"You would do that for me?"

"Chuy, Miguel, Mary and I thought you were worthy of showing mercy."

"Even if I stopped attending mass years ago?"

"Though the rules book says you got to take communion at least once a year with confession prior, you don't stop being a Child of God in need of love and support. Your problem was you didn't have the right Chaplains while you were in, to inspire and comfort you with guided divine wisdom and a knack at delivering an entertaining, but poignant, sermon.

  That wasn't your fault mijo and we know that upstairs. But y'know, you could have done your own soul searching away from religious leaders. Even studying Theology could have lead you on a journey of self discovery where many of your questions could have found their answers."

"I'm sorry Ma'am."

"Don't apologize to me mijo. Apologize to yourself for not thinking of continuing where you left off when you began to question the dogma of the Roman Catholic Church. Anyhoo, you're getting a second chance to make amends. You'll be okay and know The Heirs of Management have revolutionized Heaven in a way that shows God needs knew scripture writers to help update the rest of human civilization, Heaven is more enlightened than given credit for. You'll see for yourself come time for you to cross over."

"Train 5150 has reached its final stop. Good Luck in your Recoveries and Have a Nice Day."

"That's us. Orale mis chiquitines, time to get yourselves feeling better! Follow me."

*notices he's in a group following Tonantzin....reaches large wooden door with ornate carving....door opens on it's own....dark corridor with lit lanterns*

"Alright, here you go. Listen to instructions. Ask questions without fear. Expect madness to feel intense, but you are in a controlled environment. The residual malignant energy needs to be cleansed and you scrap it out with your demons after empowerment.

  Once you reckoned with what brought you down, then it's the forgiveness process before you are lead to the Grey Zone Field of Shadows for pickup. Don't resist sedation. If you are unable to safely carry, The Ghostriders will keep trying and return for you either at Sunrise or Sunset. Any questions?"

"Will it be painful?"

"At first yes. After it's getting you through complete madness. Then you will be prepared for The Ghostriders to sedate you."

"How will they sedate us?"

"They are trained in knocking recovering souls out. Any further questions?"

"Is complete madness really in a controlled environment?"

"Yes. You all have a safety net and are tethered. Now I will hand you over to Hermes to set you up for cleansing."

"Thank you Tonantzin. Hello everyone, I'm Hermes, better known as Mercury. Follow me this way to assign you your gear and racks."

*all follow to a room with an assembly line set up*

*clothing....journal....pen....rack #....pictures of loves ones....coin purse*

"Welcome Sebastian to your first day purging the trauma out of you."

"Thank you, I guess."

"You need to take a shower before you can change. The water will be a comfortable temp. If your suicide involved bleeding, you will see red washing off you. It may sting at first but will numb fast.

  If your suicide involved non bleeding deaths, you won't see red, but may experience the final sensation prior to dying. I know I got a plastic bagger here."

*looks down check in roster*

"Alice! I suggest you find it in you to squeak at least a tiny bit to break your trance of gasping for air when you created a vacuum.

  I got a few danglers here. You'll relive hanging yourselves. Try to focus on what is beneath your feet which is mosaic tile. You aren't kicking for real with nothing solid to hold you up.

  The pill poppers, you'll puke to the point of bile spewing, but the water washes it down the drain. It only hurts while you vomit out what didn't get pumped.

  The Gassers, you'll experience not getting drowsy, but rather start chocking. It doesn't last long but you will feel it in your lungs, sinuses and eyes.

  Any other suicide methods? Oh yes.

  One jumper. You'll relive your heart attack and impact. There should be some red washed off.

  Jumped in front of moving train. Sorry man, that's gonna hurt; but just for a bit. The rest of the shower washes away the sin of suicide."

"What about the sin of killing?"

"You will all get The Scales placed on you, but factors were taken in to account to show forgiveness for having to follow orders in a 'kill or be killed' scenario.

  You killing yourself was part of considering you paid for taking life. But not being at least vegetarian without factory farms and slaughterhouses is something measured and weighed."

"Eating meat is a sin?"

"So is animal testing, especially for cosmetics."

"Wearing leather, fur, wool and silk?"

"Even glue."

"So every time I ate a cheeseburger I was sinning?"

"Yes. But you didn't consider eating ground beef is really ground cow. Meat is murder. So that goes on The Scales. Breeding puppies to sell as designer dogs is also a sin considering how many are at pounds with death sentences if no adoption."

"I spent $1,000 on a purebred puppy."

"In retrospect, was the price tag worth it?"

"No."

"Well off to your showers. Angels are on standby if you have a freak out."

"A freak out?"

"Death takes getting used to. In Purgatory things are intense to really work that trauma out of you. Angels will be in energy form blessing the water cleansing off your suicide sin."

*goes to a row of shower stalls....they are colorful with mosaic tile*

"Do you need help undressing Sebastian?"

"I can do it."

*pulls off T-shirt and feels a head ache and burn where the bullet penetrated*

"You need help."

*the Angels undress the rest of him and others in pain*

"Time to take your shower in Holy Water."

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*he's walked over to the shower stall and feels his head and entry wound get more painful....he opens his eyes and sees red washing away....he collapses*

"He's passed out. Let's bandage him up and dress him, then take him to his rack."

"Hey, his meat tags are glowing!"

"Too bad it will take him a while to know what that means."

"Check out his other tattoos. He liked Bad Religion."

*Angel points to the band logo*

"He'll decide if he'll want to keep it or get it removed when he meets Chuy in his Chamber."

"You think he'll want that symbol washed off or he'll stick to principle?"

"Hard to tell. Getting punk rockers to see beyond the Cross requires a lot of debate. Usually telling them Christ was an Anarchist that found the middle ground gets them to open their minds a bit."

"I always get a kick out of how Our Lady of Guadalupe is the Renegade with mercy shown towards those that the Church that claimed her, don't show."

"May the mediators alive keep fighting the good fight to find common ground and promote diversity with the basic values foundation."

"He's dressed. Time Sleeping Beauty crashes before healing goes heavy duty."

"He got sent with the WWII and Korea Vets to help him settle the score with those demons."

"He'll need their help. Look at which ones got named in his report."

"Whoa! And he lasted as long as he did!?! He wasn't meant to serve time in further Hell."

"Those demons are not going to like him beating them."

"Military Chaplains need to be empowered to do cleansings, even if it seems unorthodox and not in the Light."

"It would help deal with the suicide rate to pick up where psych meds leave off."

"Y'know how it goes. They thump their religious text but when it comes to the actual science part, they turn up their noses at folk medicine combined with paranormal study."

"Yeah they preach about a God that is an all mighty Force, but not enough about healing with more than prayer as it was designed."

"Kid wasn't eating right and drinking too much."

"You know chow hall grub isn't medicine in a meal. And the drinking while taking meds not as directed, was making him sink too. He should have been cleared to be a stoner."

"Hey check this part out in his report. He was nursing a broken heart."

"His PTSD was stronger than the hope of a mate's comfort. He pushed her away to 'protect' her from him."

"Choking someone in their sleep is common. Talk about sleeping with the enemy."

"He was too afraid to get attached and miss her. He pushed her away and missed her anyway."

"I wonder if he'll try to visit her after he's cleared."

"Most do. Romantic Love is strong. Not the strongest Love there is, but strong. It will be a while before he'll get to see her picture at least."

"Her picture wasn't with the rest of his loved ones?"

"No. Says here he didn't feel good enough for her, past his mental health needs. Drank her off his mind and went Jody with field widows in the hopes to forget he let her get away."

"He's got Jody infidelity on him?"

"According to his report, yeah."

"He'll make up for that."

"He played a part in a couple divorcing."

"What else is on him?"

"Besides confirmed kills, hunting and fishing for sport, eating meat, dairy and eggs from factory farms, buying new leather and wool that didn't get blessed as armor, cow tipping, lying, stealing, littering, vandalism, hazing boots until he got checked; mixing his meds with liquor to get high, driving under the influence, ditching school, talking back to his parents, and a lot of swearing."

"He lucked out he didn't get a field widow pregnant going those times bareback."

"Well he didn't get caught for the Jody thing, but offset was missing the one he wished he wasn't so afraid with. He may get time served on those charges."

"I wouldn't be so sure. He went Jody Blue Falcon with 16 married women. Some he hooked up with more than once."

"He really wanted to forget her!"

"I think he hoped an angry husband would have killed him."

*communal sigh*

"Love makes people do strange things."

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"Well with that weight on his chest along with what followed him home from his deployments to the front lines, it's known the combo is begging for losing faith in positive hope, and put it all in hoping for the negative to put them out of their misery."

"Yeah, he's going to go in to madness obsessed with her memory and see her die over and over as he tries to save her. It will take a while for him to see the association between her deaths and his."

"Kid should have toughed out therapy to get to the part of taking in the stages of grief and allowing himself to experience each with more effective spiritual guidance."

"To other Grunts they just thought he needed to get plastered more and hook up with patriotutes, if not get his happy ending at the massage parlors. Promoting alcoholism with promiscuity isn't the solution for depression and dysfunction."

"It's comfort they can get away with, well, for the most part."

"He should have immersed himself with studying to do something productive to occupy his thoughts. Or picked up a musical instrument he could have kept in his barrack room's locker. Music does soothe the beast."

"Not if you're listening to The Cure's 'Boys Don't Cry' and crying. This guy was stuck on a few of their jams."

"Yeah, he may have acted like a tough guy but went it sneaked up on him, there he went with the vodka and chain smoking while he would sob, facing the wall while he laid on his side in his bunk. Seriously, those barracks rooms need to be decorated in a way that's less depressing. Paint the walls a soft blue to promote restful sleep. Bedspreads that are light to brighten up their rooms. Having live plants that help soften the vibes. Heck they could even use table top fountains for the sound of running water."

"These G.I.'s could also use apartment size refrigerators in their barrack rooms with a communal kitchen in each building. Why stop at just washers and dryers, y'know? They may not be able to cook in their rooms without it done in hiding, with bribing at times who's on duty so they would look the other way. If they were able to cook some of their own meals aside of barbecuing on the grill, it would give them something to look forward to that isn't chow hall, or Chinese and pizza delivery; especially on field day."

"There's so much the taxpayers can do to push their government make living on base while active duty more well-being minded for the troops. A gym is all fine and dandy, but even a juice bar would help if the they can't fresh squeeze in their own rooms or homes."

"Well he's gonna have a lot to work through sober, scared and cold."

"It's gonna be funny funnie when he's finally allowed to drink and he gets alcohol poisoning and has to really feel that hangover with no IV bag mercy. Such a bad habit on Doc's part to enable the drunkards."

"But you did that for your Marines when it was your last rodeo alive."

"Like, I know! And you too!"

"Man, after a while it became a racket. Couldn't keep enough handy so I had to sell them to the highest bidder."

"That usually were pretty high from mixing. I'm so glad I made the switch to getting high on spirit."

"You had to die first to be able to. I wished I could have known that serenity when I was struggling."

*Angels have their moment of silence to remember when they all had their tough times alive struggling*

"Well at least that's over with and I'm in the mood for a smoke break."

"Me too!"

"Me three!"

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*Doc Angels leave him in his rack....they stop for coffee....they head to the smoking deck*

"Thank Heaven for small mercies."

*sparks up his own cigarette then of the other two....they take their first drags in and exhale out non existent smoke*

"Yeah, I was shocked to find out I still get to enjoy a cig and joe break in the afterlife and I don't have to worry about it killing me, haha!"

"The perks of being dead with a lightened up perspective to allow for neutralized old vices! God you RAWK!"

*Doc Angels raise their non-lethal cancer sticks up high to cheer The Old Man....blue light ray flashes over as his sign for they are welcome....another Doc Angel approaches*

"Hey Carl."

"Wassup! Hey dispensary got restocked, I brought cupcakes!"

"Oooh! What flavor?"

"Carrot, walnut, cranberry with cream cheese frosting and green sprinkles!"

"Gotta love 'em sprinkles!"

*Carl pulls out the meta medicated edibles from his canvas pack after her hands his cup of coffee for one of them to hold....each Doc Angel gets one and tap them to toast*

"Hey not bad. Which strain?"

"Skywalker."

"Chyeah!"

"Man, I got to say I don't mind working my tour down here while I get to be pretend stoned and not have to time it with the random drug tests."

"I just used the synthetic with a prosthetic. Best closest stoner investment I ever made next to my bud safe. Did not get busted the entire time I was in!"

"And you say that with no shame Carl."

"Wut? Man if I wasn't stoned I wouldn't have lasted as long as I did! It was a damn nut house up there! Besides who are you to talk? You used to slang your med stash until you got caught."

"Touche."

"I O.D.'ed on mine like a dumb a** rookie, haha!"

"Duuuude you pounded it down with half a handle! No wings Sherlock you were due to croak that way!"

"Yeah it didn't look pretty when they found me. I hurled and choked on my own vomit; and since the others there were all wasted too, I had no chance of one of them noticing I needed my airway cleared and CPR. Oh well, die and learn."

"Oh man I had one new check in earlier that I was like, how much do they have left to hurl out!?! I felt how painful that was for them. Capillary poppin' it was!"

"Oh that's nothing. I had this teen that must have watched 'Heathers' with Winona Ryder, because she went corn nuts with pipe drain cleaner."

"I LOVE THAT MOVIE!!! When Christian Slater told her the name of the bullet,  'Ich lüge' is German for 'I lie' when he BS'ed they were blanks."

"Oh I got to watch that one again. All the Heathers were hot!"

"They all had issues! At least Winona was the counter balance to those three mean teen queens."

"Isn't it funny how we are talking about a suicide film that's a dark comedy."

"But that's what made it so friggen great! It talked about a subject matter that isn't discussed as much as it should be. I mean I know America met their '22 War Vets A DAY' quota, and then some, yesterday...."

"And will again later tonight."

"And yet again tomorrow, and so on for a long while, until it gets through the head of the tuned out taxpayers not getting their priorities in order, that suicidal War Vets are more important than celebrity gossip."

"If more celebrities took on the suicide rate with the War Vets at least seriously, maybe there would be a bigger public outcry to make sure its in the national budget to repair old V.A. hospitals and build new ones that can handle taking in more inpatient self check-in psych patients, and outpatient counseling. Can you believe this last haul of forgiven suicides had 15 V.A. turn away's. FIFTEEN! FIF-FRIGGEN-TEEN!"

"Take another bite of your cupcake."

*Doc Angel stuffs half in his mouth and chomps down*

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah. I'm on the cupcake; I'll be fine."

"Tommy Chong from Cheech & Chong is campaigning for 'Weed For Warriors Project' like a true, caring celebrity patriot."

"God bless him!"

*Doc Angels raise what's left of their lovin' from the oven*

"Would be nice if little Miss High on her High Horse Sarah Silverman, used her stoner celebrity status to campaign for them too, rather than mouth off with calling out for a U.S. military coup to 'overthrow' Trump. Like that didn't prove she's a liberal wanting a regime change war herself. And honest to God, she's not that funny."

"Yeah, I watched her movie special musical and I maybe cracked a smile twice for a second each, and then it went back to tuning out her voice. If she wasn't promoting civil war, I may have not minded the dragged out snarkiness as much, but after she did, scr*w her and those other liberal celebrities that judge quite comfortably from their mansions with cleaning and cooking staff! I lost my arm for my country and didn't live in a mansion or had anyone clean or cook for me!"

"Eat your cupcake Carl, it's got sprinkles."

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"I hope St Gabe Archie activates the new generations of prophets in time to stop the madness up there. It would be a beautiful thing if hope in humanity was renewed en mass, and maybe the human spirit can fight for its own survival."

"But Carl, the human spirit doesn't fight alone, but it does need a renewed sense of hope that individuals working together can affect the change Earth needs."

"I know. It just gets me upset when the new check-ins have so many abandoned War Veterans...."

"And children."

"Yeah, he didn't deserve to die by suicide just to end the physical abuse and neglect from his parents. If they had murdered him themselves, his death would have made that statistic reported by Child Protective Services. Instead he's marked down as a suicide at 9 years old."

"At least there's not much in other sins to his brief time on Earth. Thank Heaven he won't be a ghost stuck in limbo."

*Doc Angels have a communal moment of silence in memory of all the children CPS couldn't get out in time*

"I got the munchies."

"Me too.

"Me three."

"Bring anything else with you Carl?"

"Nope."

"But I did!"

*Doc Angels turn to see Hermes walking towards them with a tray hot chow and cold drinks*

"Hey Sir!"

"I figured you guys were in need of snackage."

"Chyeah! Thank you Sir."

"Sir?"

"Yes Carl?"

"The little boy that checked-in earlier."

"What about him?"

"Why so young?"

"He's due to reincarnate so he can live in the time window that would allow him to grow up to become the District Attorney that will prosecute many bad adults for crimes against children."

"The irony of soul memory."

"Yes Carl. He'll be reborn very passionate about the cause he'll champion for. He's actually a very old soul that volunteered for the re-positioning. He's only gonna be down here a mortal week before he makes it to The Field of Shadows and only stay there overnight for Sunrise pick-up."

"That's nice. He'll be upstairs in time for breakfast."

"His first meal order upstairs has already been placed."

"What's he getting?"

"Chocolate chip pancakes topped with strawberries and bananas, he'll washed down with malted chocolate milk over ice. It was what he remembered eating with his grandparents when he had the mercy of living with them during Summer vacation, up until they both died. They're meeting up with him at his Mental Heath Recovery Plan Hearing, and from there eat, then they check him in to the Children's Psych Ward where they'll visit everyday."

"How long will he be in there?"

"A standard mortal month in."

"That's cool. I needed way longer."

"Of course you did. You had more time dealing with heavy to process out of your system."

"How long will he be in Heaven waiting for his new life assignment?"

"His grandparents will go back first to meet as high school sweet hearts, get married after college and he'll be born a she within a year and half after. He'll be watching over them until it's time for his new conception. She'll live a long life. She'll have three children of her own and adopt four more. She'll have a total of 12 grandchildren and 29 great grandchildren, 10 she'll get to meet.

  Her decedents will take on various jobs in noble professions from continuing in Law, Social Work, Education, Medicine, Counseling, Fire Department, Military, Humane Society, and Environmental. They even start a foundation in her memory, and offer scholarships for those wanting to become Family Law Attorneys with the clause they do pro bono work for the underprivileged."

*Doc Angels smile at the good news to come*

"Will he have any past life memories from this last one?"

"He will, but more so this deep sense of duty to children such as he was, when he last lived."

"Will he get a Ghostrider dressed as a 'Little House on The Prairie' school teacher to cross him over?"

"If you mean Cassi, yes she'll be there to ease his nerves."

"She's picking him up?!"

"You're smiling."

"Heck yeah! She's really passionate about pushing God is not so unreasonable and absolute, that he wouldn't be open to the Heirs of Management overruling the Old Law for the sake of showing mercy to as many as possible. She's got my vote!"

"Mine too!"

"Mine three!"

"And you Carl?"

"Also! Just wish I stood a chance at getting her to kiss me on the cheek."

"You stand better chances getting kissed on the forehead."

"Yeah, she's pretty committed to her husband; lucky good guy cool dude."

"Well their union was Heaven sent so they could fulfill their life assignments getting The Suicide Forgiveness Program popularized. The meta mind benders are making it possible for them to reach as far as they can go alive before they officially meet up with their essence and they can start setting off miracles."

"Sir, scuttlebutt says she wants to aim for Suicide Bridge in Pasadena, California; and destroy it in a natural disaster of an earthquake, if she doesn't get the clearance to be more showy about it with asking Shango to throw lightning bolts at it."

"Well, you heard correctly. If she and the wrecking crew she'll be part off can pull that off, it would be a very loud message against suicide."

"You think that crew can stop others from going in to Suicide Forest in Japan?"

"It would be beautiful if they can, but representation has been trying a long time but the energy there is so penetrated; even burning it all down so the Sun can shine on the ground and start healing it, there would need to be an Army of Light Workers there to help with a ritual cleansing and blessing of the land. But it's a given once the forest grows back thick, more will feel drawn to continue the tradition of going there to die. And it's not like the dark comedy musical 'The Happiness of The Katakuris'."

"I've seen that! It's 'The Sound of Music' meets Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'!"

"Yeah, it's a subtitled classic."

"Well you Docs enjoy your munchies and I'll see you back inside."

"Thanks Sir!"

*Hermes flies away to do his rounds*

"What he bring us?"

*Carl lifts the cover to one of the plates on the tray*

"BAKED MAC N' CHEESE!!!"

*communal...."

"EXCELLENT!!!! CHYEAH!!!!"

"And to drink?"

"Cold cans say Belgian Blonde Pale Ale!"

"If only we were allowed to eat and drink like this when we were on duty alive on base."

"We'd get too drunk to function."

"That's true. I got in trouble for that."

"Oh Carl! What didn't you get in trouble for?"

*Carl has to think about it....*

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"Man are you taking your time thinking about it dude!"

*Doc Angels laugh....they chug down what's left of their coffee....they take tray of food to the picnic table at their smoking deck....they sit down....Carl passes out the plates of baked mac n' cheese....the Doc Angels get their cans of meta beer....they open their cans....they say Grace....they lift their cans of beer to toast Hermes and The Old Man....a blue streak of light flashes above them to toast back*

"Hey, do you think the new generation of prophets will pull off their mission to get humanity to chill and focus instead on the hungry, homeless, sick, and enslaved rather than keep fighting egocentric wars, with celebrities and professional sports players no longer worshiped?"

"I hope so."

"Me too."

"Me three."

"I mean how difficult is it to treat others, especially children, with the same courtesies one would like for themselves?"

"If there's a prison state of Hell, but prior to that, the bad Karma earned while alive, then difficult enough for individuals not to use their Free Wills to be benign."

"I hope the efforts for suicide prevention gets the major boost it needs. Not everyone qualifies for The Suicide Forgiveness Program, so it's important folks really take in suicide isn't something to commit when tuning in to Heaven's frequency can lead them to help with all the accumulated straws ready to break their backs. It doesn't even have to be denominational to lean on a concept of Team Heaven being more enlightened than portrayed by those that sold the Holy Parents short with their Great Intention for existence."

"Folks also need to get just being miserable with suicidal thoughts is sinning against the potential of what life can be when one if balanced and grounded. My suicide status of over dosing with all the alcohol interacting with my psych meds I wasn't taking the prescribed doses of, I welcomed my death rather than prevent it with healthy coping skills; because it really wasn't an accident as my party friends that were there used to rationalize."

"Yeah, party heads don't tend to feel they are just as accountable for enabling what leads to a downward spiral."

"I know. Me selling my med stash as drugs got counted on my scales. I was just seeing it as legal highs my Marines could get while I got some money on the side. I didn't want to think of myself as a drug dealer, but the shoe fit."

*Doc Angel thinks back on his bad Free Will choice and the way his drugged Marines looked not coping well with their PTSD*

"Hey, we all made mistakes but the good in us was what got us considered to forgive. We transcended in to Angelhood to help the cause of healing PTSD in those that can relate to us, as those that have been there before, we related with."

"That's the balance I agreed would help me find purpose when I used to feel no pull to overcome my diagnosis."

"Me too."

"Me three."

"And you Carl?"

"I have something now to believe in that I did not know before, while alive."

"That's the purpose of having to complete the process that heals our souls. Feeling serenity was the reward of toughing out Purgatory and being more open minded about psychologists helping me figure out what was holding me back last lifetime, up in Heaven's Psych Ward. And to think I'll get to be reborn one day where I'll have some of my soulmates back in my life!"

"How about your soulmate enemies?"

"I feel I've healed enough that I do trust it won't get as bad if we cross paths again. I trust I'll carry with me the soul memory of going Wing Corps, and that help guide my new life as more resilient than last time."

"That's cool about the 9 year old getting to be reborn to accomplish all he will as a she that gets to be surrounded by so much love that extended to her future descendants picking up where she left off."

"It is a happy thought. I wonder what his week long stay here will consist of?"

"Well calming him down for starters. Then it's facing what was done to him. After that it's empowerment to make a stand against his pain. And then it's dropping him off over at The Field of Shadows to say goodbye to the grey that dulled the colors of life."

"He'll be happy to meet Cassi looking sweet and very Angelic with the warmth in her eyes and smile."

"Yeah, major difference from when she helped cross me over."

"Yeah, she's a quirky one."

"That's an understatement."

"Hey she just sedated you to get your through The Storm that never ends but Rainbows are born from. I woke up going through it and I spazzed big time it took getting sedated some more. But you got to admit she was very kind once it came time to attend your Mental Health Recovery Plan Hearing."

"True. It trips me out to think she volunteered to help deal with the suicide rate of Military, First Responders, struggling youth and overall those desperate for symptom relief, when it's a downer."

"She was suicidal herself before she experienced her Spiritual Rekindling to really wake her up. It didn't help she had a Muerto (Spirit) that committed suicide that attached themselves to her, to influence her depression with their own."

"The concept of that was completely foreign to me that Muertos that killed themselves still had the ability to infect the living with their despair."

"There's a lot about Spirits folks need to learn about in order to be protected by their personal Guides that were Ancestors and Assigned, to help them thrive; and how to banish the bad ones that want to take over."

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"And if bad spirits were banished and the love from deceased relatives, friends and those sent to help develop and protect, was allowed to surface in to awareness of them, and then interaction to get heads up's; maybe there would be more happier folks alive that respect life that they do value."

"Folks that have been indoctrinated would need to see having a tight bond with one's own Spirit Guides isn't occult, just like rosary beads and Yoga also aren't."

"Yeah, but folks think they can safely communicate via Ouija boards."

"Oh do those things need to be recalled and properly destroyed."

*communal sigh*

"Communicating with the Dead isn't child's play, but it keeps being sold in the toy aisle. If that's the case, sell Tarot cards in that section too! It's communicating but with the cards blessed, and only personal Spirit Guides are allowed to use the Law of Attraction to lead the Reader to the right cards with the messages to help clarify, besides caution, would be more ideal."

"There's regular poker decks that are the Minor Arcana sold in the toys section."

"True, along with dice. It tripped me out what a Medium can use as tools for divination purposes."

*Doc Angels' Red Cross arm bands begin to glow*

"We're being paged. Well I enjoyed this smoke break with munchies."

"Me too."

"Me three."

"And you Carl?"

"I'm left thinking of the compromise of forgiving worthy suicide cases that can recover from the trauma on their souls, to reduce the amount of Muertos in limbo."

"Better a compassionate compromise than a detached absolute."

"That's true."

*Doc Angels get up from their seats....take their tray of dirty dishes to the sink in their smoking deck to wash and dry....empty meta beer cans go in the recycling bin....one takes the tray of clean dishes back to the cafeteria....rest return to prepare new forgiven suicide check-in's for their next day in recovery*

"We're back. Any nightmares while we were gone?"

"What do you think? We administered Holy Spirit to calm them down but some of the nightmares were more resistant and took longer to pacify."

"How about the 9 year old?"

"Crashed out with no issues."

"Right on. How about Corn Nuts?"

"She's sleeping in a fetal position along with others."

"Understandably."

"Hey Bad Religion Tattoo started calling out the name of the one he pushed away."

"Did he have his first vision of her dying instead of him?"

"Yes. He seen her gang raped and beaten in to a coma while he was forced to watch, then see and hear her flat lining ."

"Aw man that's rough."

"Yeah, there was serious anguish watching that. His trauma felt that much of a violation to where he associated the worst happening to her in his place."

"I don't know what's harder to help ease. Replaying the points that created their PTSD or getting visions of loved ones suffering traumatic deaths."

"Well in Sebastian's case, it looks like it's his loved ones suffering injustices that killed them, since it won't be just her. His baby sister Becky's own PTSD will reach through the veil in to this plane, and in to his mind's eye."

"I imagine his mother is next since it sounds like it's the females he loves that will take the brunt in his visions."

"That's very possible."

"I'm gonna go tap in to his dream state to see where the pain is at its weakest to best approach dismantling his PTSD."

"Cool beans. Have fun Sam."

"I always do."

*Doc Angel goes to Sebastian's rack to begin taping in to his dream state....he holds his left hand....places his right hand over his heart and places his own hand over Sebastian's....He kisses his forehead....from that kiss he connects to Sebastian's subconscious....Doc Angel sees him on the floor of his dilapidated bedroom at his parent's home sitting in the corner in a crying stupor....he is dressed in black ragged clothes....it is dim inside with broken lamps in pieces....the window shows it's raining outside....Doc Angel sees empty hard liquor bottles strewn around along with hundreds of prescription bottles with their pills scattered in from of him....the gun he used on himself is next to him with an open box of bullets....He sees a Bible that had pages torn out that were partially burned....the dresser mirror was broken from what looks like Sebastian had punched the glass several times....he sees a blood trail back to the corner Sebastian is sitting at with bloodied knuckles....Doc Angel sees an old worn stuffed plush toy monkey on his twin bed with a Curious George bedspread with a neatly folded American flag....on the night stand there was a glass of milk with a plate of Snickerdoodle cookies left undisturbed by what looked like Sebastian trashing his bedroom....Doc Angel sees Sebastian's dress uniform fully assembled with chest candy hanging pressed....he sees Sebastian's digital cammies bloodied along with his tan desert boots and kevlar helmet hanging on a hook on his bedroom door....The Cure song "Burn" is playing in the background on his stereo with a sorrow mask with harlequin makeup singing the words....the window then breaks but Sebastian does not react to the rain and wind blowing in as it saturates the carpet....he hears loud thunder getting closer sounding like a locomotive....the rain clouds entered his room to begin to flood it....Sebastian does not react to the water level rising....water is now at his chest while childhood bed with stuffed plush toy monkey and nightstand with the plate of cookies and milk float....dress uniform ribbons and medals are washed off by indoor rain....bloodied digital cammies and tan desert boots begin to tint the water red....the Curious George bedspread does not soak up the color....the cookies and glass of milk were not wet....Sebastian stands up from the corner and goes to unhook his work uniform off his bedroom door....he changes out of his ragged and wet black clothes in to his bloodied digital cammies and tan desert boots....he looks in the dresser mirror....he puts his kevlar helmet on and fastens the chin strap....he goes to his stereo to pick up the sorrow drama mask with harlequin makeup....he puts it to his face....the mask latched on....he picks up his loaded gun and folded American flag....he places the flag on the dresser with the broken pieces of the mirror he punched....Sebastian salutes his distorted reflection....he puts his gun in his mouth pointing upwards....his black harlequin tears began to bleed down the mask....he pulls the trigger of his gun....it did not fire....he pulls the trigger again....it did not fire....he throws his gun to the wall where his childhood bed was and it fires two rounds shooting the stuffed plush toy Monkey in the chest and glass of milk spilling it....Bingo....Doc Angel seen all he needed to see to make his trained assessment of where Sebastian's pain is at its weakest....Doc Angel leaves Sebastian's nightmare to write his report*

"So Sam I am, what you get?"

To be continued....

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