A short story…

A man walks into what would seem was an empty church. After a while of standing silently looking round the man was approached by the church vicar. The vicar was a softly spoken man with a fatherly demeanour and a kind smile.   On approaching the man the vicar said.
“Hello my son, may I help you?”
The man turned to face the vicar and said.
“Yes vicar you just may be able to help me, would it be ok if I asked you a few questions please?”
“Of course it would.” Replied the vicar and pointed to a pew and beckoned the man to sit down with him.
After sitting down and making themselves as comfortable as they could on the hard wooden pew, the man started to ask the vicar.
“Thank you vicar for agreeing to this, as I am in turmoil at this moment.”
“What troubles you my son?”
“Well vicar what I would like to ask you about, amongst other things, is this place called Heaven that I have heard so much about from being a child.
“What would you like to know regarding Heaven, my son?”
“Well I was told from being a child that this bloke called god sits on a throne as the lord and master of all.”
“Yes my son that is true, but you should not call the lord a ‘bloke’?”
“Why?” Asked the man.
“Well my son that is blasphemy.”
“According to you?” The man asked.
“According to the bible.” Replied the vicar.
“And may I add to that by saying, also by the word of the church whom you work for?” Replied the man.
“Yes of course my son, as we repeat the words of the lord written within the bible.”
“Thank you for that vicar, so I was right the first time! The book you mention, as you would ‘say’ is based on fact. Unfortunately that fact is nothing more than an idea with consensus. Which neither proves the existence of a god, nor the non-existence? With the greatest respect vicar the words you repeat, again are based on the same principle and are nothing more than hearsay until their validity can be proven which is not possible – as the preamble dictates. ”Said the man. “And just so we may continue this in a reasonable amount of time, would you not question my explanation until such time I have finished please?”
The man knew the only way to get to the end quickly was to lock the vicar into a protocol the church loves to use!
To say the least the vicar was a little perturbed by this, but in his line of work this was nothing unusual, so he reluctantly agreed to the request to be polite.
The man continued.
“So this bloke called god sits on the throne and could be called the CEO if you like?”
“The CEO.” The vicar exclaimed.
“Yes.” Said the man. “The Chairman of the corporation known as Heaven. Now please remember vicar what you just agreed to!”
“Now under the chairman there is a vice chairman of the corporation called Jesus.”
The vicar was looking very confused by now and was about to question the man, until the man lifted his finger to his mouth to insinuate to the vicar to politely remain silent. The vicar complied and the man continued.
“Now under the chairman (god) and the vice chairman (his son Jesus) there are a board of directors called Arch-Angels.”
By now the frustration in the vicars face was showing and also an element of anger was showing as well, but still he complied too what he had agreed to. Still the man remained calm and continued.
“So under the chairman, vice chairman and of course the board of directors there are the managers called Angels. And under everyone I have just mentioned there are us. So my question is vicar ‘why is that place any different to the place I live now?
The vicar sat and looked at the man and to be honest was raging inside at the fact that someone could have the audacity to come into his church and say such a thing. How dare he, he thought to himself.
Before the vicar could muster the words to reply, the man started to talk again.
“Obviously this has upset you vicar and I am sorry for doing that, but unfortunately I have to ask this of you, because this question is not the dilemma that I find myself presented with, even though I do find this quite funny. Please allow me to explain.”
Before the vicar could reply, the man started to talk again and this is what he said.
“My dilemma is this vicar. In my explanation I just gave you there is a flaw that is the cause of my confusion. You see the chairman is correct and the vice chairman, but I feel that the Angels are actually the board of directors and the Arch-Angels are actually the Share-holders.”
The vicar was looking even more puzzled, but felt it best to stay calm, as the man in front of him was calm, collected and in fact had the most warming smile. There was also something very strange about his voice and his eyes. The more the vicar had listened and looked the clearer it had become, but in that clearness was an uncertainty as the anger had rose in him.
The man continued.
“Now you know vicar, the Share-Holders are the hidden hand that everything is done on behalf of – thus they are the ones who are really in charge of the corporation through the Board of Directors, headed up by the Vice Chairman. The Chairman, well I am afraid he is nothing more than a mascot that everything is done in the name of. So my real question is this; as you, the church that is, (whom you represent and work for) has exactly the same structure. So who are ‘your’ Share-Holders?”
Now the vicar was even more confused. He wanted to ask many questions on one hand and shout the man down for his blasphemy on the other. But for some strange reason he could do neither. All he could do was sit and look into the man’s smiling eyes.
Seeing this, the man decided to help the vicar come to an understanding if you will, to help him see the ‘light’ – to use a much used cliché. The man continued to speak.
“Dear vicar, I can see you are perplexed over what I have asked you and explained and please know this is not unusual. Let me now try to explain it another way that may help you.
Many would say that we live ‘within’ a great country, what I would like to do is explain how that country is made up. First we have the Queen, (Chairman) then the Prime ‘Minister’ (Vice Chairman) the House of Commons (Board of Directors) and of course we have the House of Lords (Representatives of/and Share-Holders themselves) of the corporation known as now UKPLC or under its previous name UNITED KINGDOM CORPORATION LTD. And everything is done in the name of who?”
The man paused and smiled at the vicar nodding his head slightly to indicate he would like the vicar to answer.
“In the name of the Queen?” The puzzled vicar said.
“Correct.” Said the man. “And who appoints the Queen?”
“The church appoints her.” The vicar answered.
“Correct again vicar.” Said the man. “Supposedly on behalf of whom?”
“GOD!” The vicar said surely.
“No vicar that is not correct as surely it should be on behalf of who they are suppose to serve?”
“Yes GOD!” Said the vicar adamantly
“So vicar they are not supposed to serve the people then?”
“Yes as God’s servant first.”
“So to serve the very man made concept of god at the helm of the hierarchy it creates – as her position as your god’s seems man made for very specific reasons, very specific indeed?”
“How dare you say such a thing?” Said the vicar.
“How dare you deny such a thing?” Said the man
“And how dare you deny as such is to serve the purpose of those who have enslaved the people under the guise of a god syndrome? Controlled by a commercial construct based on the same principles as I have explained earlier in this conversation – a god concept that has manifested into a gods concept. Where Heaven’s true definition is seen and actually means to look down on others who you deem lesser than you – as you do from that pulpit vicar? To build buildings to do this from, as testaments of status and lack of – is this not really the case vicar? And if this most certainly is the case, then the people themselves are the true Share-Holders as they have paid heavily for everything including every one of these buildings that exist including the building we are sat in now. Paid for with their blood, sweat and lives of not just themselves, but also their families. And in doing so they actually own everything and all that has happened is that they have been conned out of it by the salesmen of this god concept whether that be political or religious.”
The vicar sat almost in tears as everything he had believed in was being heartlessly ripped away from him, as in truth he could not deny what the man was saying. The man spoke again.
“Please know vicar I have also suffered the anguish you now suffer and realise the effect of this.”
“So why are you doing this?”
“Because I have to vicar it is my purpose, but also it is my dilemma and the quandary I am cursed with. Do I allow this truth to destroy humanity? Because known in entirety by all, it certainly seems the case. Or do I allow humanity to destroy the truth for its own survival? And in doing so allow this insidious and heinous institution enough rope to hang itself in time? Or do I create a concept to replace the one that exists based on the same principles, but based on a faith in humanity itself?”
As the man said this he stood up and was to walk away. But the vicar grabbed his arm and the man looked down at the vicar as he spoke.
“Please explain more asked the vicar.”
The man could see the vicar was now himself in a quandary and was in desperate need of an explanation. So the man sat down and started to speak again.
“Let me put it another way vicar. They say that when you die you go to heaven, well some do and others are committed to hell as the story goes. And in essence this is very true. For when you reach heaven or are on you way up to it, the human must die and the heartless commercial monster must take over. For within the commercial world there is no place for anyone with a heart. And for those who are left they are committed to hell. To live in a place inflicted by crime, murder and the stresses of taxation. They are punished for having a heart and for go the protection offered for not having one.
You see vicar, what is said is very true, but the story is backwards and is not about when we leave this earthly plane, but is about whilst you are still here. All you have to do is realise this and then realise that all concepts can be reversed including not least the very one that is the most essential for humanities survival. For this essential part relies upon the question are all humanities battles fought in just one man?
But in itself it presents a dilemma, as the question must be asked do they really want to stop the train they are ‘on’ heading for disaster, or do they want to keep stoking the engine?”
With this the man got up and started to leave and as he did the vicar said.
“Does humanity have a choice?”
“Of course it does.” Said the man.
“Your not who I think you are, are you?” The vicar said.
“And who might that be?” Asked the man smiling.
The vicar didn’t speak but just turned and stared at the cross on the wall at the end of the church and then turned back to look at the man.
The man spoke.
“No, no, no you are truly mistaken.” The man said. “But I will tell you this, my friends call me ‘lucy’!”
And with this he left.   x