Britannia’s Heaven – Part IV: The Election of Lady God

VOYAGES OF THE SOLAR BOAT CLUB (continued)

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The ancient Poets animated all sensible objects with Gods or Geniuses …
And particularly they studied the genius of each city and country, placing it under its mental deity.

William Blake

Do you have any questions?” asks Michael, my guide in Heaven.

“Yes, I do. I’m delighted to see so much progress up here since the old stories were written. I’d love to hear more about how it all hangs together and who’s running the show.”

Michael smiles. “Welcome to Team Heaven! You’ve already observed that our reformation has taken root and is beginning to flower. The biggest structural change in our world is that we have moved from absolute monarchy to parliamentary democracy. Of course “Their” Word is always Supreme, but the other denizens of Heaven get to vote on important issues and their views are taken into account.”

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Britannia’s Heaven — Part III: A Heaven Fit for Heroes

VOYAGES OF THE SOLAR BOAT CLUB (continued)

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And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
A pulse in the eternal mind, no less
Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;
Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;
And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,
In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

Rupert Brooke

Here I am, standing on the summit of Heaven’s mountain with my guide Michael. We are surveying a vast plain stretching away into the distance.

Who are all those people, looks like angels on horseback?”

These are the Heavenly Hosts in training. We are now in Heroes’ Heaven, home to all heroes from the greatest leaders to the humblest foot soldiers. Those who were warriors on Earth, by role or profession, often volunteer for the Heavenly Hosts. We did try and get them into khaki but they weren’t giving up their fine uniforms. It’s all ceremonial nowadays so they may as well look gorgeous.” Continue reading

Britannia’s Heaven — Part II: Mind Palaces

VOYAGES OF THE SOLAR BOAT CLUB (continued)

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What are those blue remembered hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain.
A E Housman

Now, I’m sure you’d like to go on a magical mystery tour of  Britannia’s Heaven.” Michael, my new guide, is standing in front of a towering mountain in the centre of Heaven. I nod enthusiastically as he continues. “Traditionally this mountain has been known as Mount Zion, though Orpheus insists it is the spiritual peak of Mount Olympus, while other folks call it the Big Rock Candy Mountain.”

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Britannia’s Heaven — Part I: A Better Place

VOYAGES OF THE SOLAR BOAT CLUB (continued)

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…a fairy story for people afraid of the dark…
Stephen Hawking

Words fail me to describe the glory of the Solar Boat, apart from a general impression of beauty, majesty and rhapsody. Besides, the ascent is so dizzyingly fast that the whole journey is over in a flash of light. By the time I recover my senses we’ve reached the cloud layer, stretching ahead as far as the eye can see and illuminated with a golden glow. Dropping the last vestiges of my scientific scepticism, I peer ahead eagerly in the hope of spotting some heavenly harpists. Disappointingly, all the clouds look empty.

Ra nudges me and there it is, the perfect fluffy white cloud…

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Signs and Wonders: un/lucky 13?

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Apologies for lateness of post, owing to a computer crash in which all my data was lost. New computer only 5 weeks old. Nice man in PC World scratched his head and said, “This never happens.” There was no logical explanation, but here’s an irrational story.

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Heaven Can Wait

Dear Readers

Thank you all for reading the story so far. I hope you enjoyed my escape from Hell, rescued by Supercat on a golden spaceship. On this cliffhanger I’m going to pause the narrative while I catch up with writing and editing the next phase of my voyages. The heaven stretch was the most complex and challenging and so is proving the toughest to sort out on the page. I’m hoping it will only take a few weeks.

My interim plan is to continue with these sunday missives but on a more informal, spontaneous basis. Although I set up the blog primarily to host Voyages of the Solar Boat Club, it is also intended as a testing ground for other thoughts, ideas and theories on religion and spirituality.

Meanwhile I’m also publishing the following eschatological poll on wordpress (at least I hope it’s going out live!) Results and “answers” next week.

Hella’s Realm: Dives & Dungeons — Part V: Saved by the Awesome

VOYAGES OF THE SOLAR BOAT CLUB (continued)

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It is easy to go down to hell; night and day the gates of Dark Death stand wide; but to climb back up again, to retrace one’s steps to the open air, there lies the problem, the difficult task.
Virgil

You will need a passport for your next destination,” says Morgana, my gracious guide to Hell. She hands me a familiar looking document with a gold embossed cover. “Here it is, personally issued by Sir Francis Walsingham, who decides who gets a passport.” I open it, scrutinize the flourishing Elizabethan signature admiringly and slip the passport into my pocket.

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Hella’s Realm: Dives & Dungeons — Part IV: Down to the Dungeons

VOYAGES OF THE SOLAR BOAT CLUB (continued)

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Dante’s Inferno: The Gate of Hell by Gustave Doré

 Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate.
 Dante

The darkness thickens as Morgana and I descend even further into the depths of Hell. We halt in a claustrophobic stone chamber lit only by a dim yet lurid phosphorescence on the clammy walls. The temperature drops perceptibly and I shiver as Morgana gazes at me sternly, stonily. “Souls you would call serious sinners go to the Dungeons. Please be clear we are not talking about the natural enjoyment of sensual and worldly pleasures, nor even about being rude to your parents or mean to your best friend. Such minor peccadilloes are part of the rough and tumble of life in which we are all sometimes unkind, angry, lazy, vain and all the other myriad faults and failings that human nature is prone to. Taken too far these actions may incur karma…”

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Sunday missive

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The Penitent Magdalene by Georges de la Tour

Dear All

I’m postponing the next instalment of Voyages of the Solar Boat Club for a day or two as I feel it’s not suitable Sunday reading — however improving 😉 – more like Black Monday or Woeful Wednesday. Please accept this caveat lector in the interim.

Luckily it’s not all bad news. First, I can confidently assert (though I know I don’t need to) that nobody reading this missive is going to hell nor, probably, anybody you know personally. Nobody at all is going to “Old Hell” as I call it here; it no longer exists and in fact never did except in the lurid imaginings of sick and sadistic minds. On the other hand, there remains a real question: what happens – and what do you think should happen – to your worst enemy/bad people/miserable sinners in the afterlife if there is one? Find out in the next instalment…

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Hella’s Realm: Dives & Dungeons — Part III: Thrill Seekers and Hell Raisers

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I desire to go to Hell, not to Heaven. In Hell I shall enjoy the company of popes, kings and princes, but in Heaven are only beggars, monks, hermits and apostles.
Machiavelli

Do you have any questions?” asks Morgana, formerly Merlin’s apprentice and now my guide in Hell.

Well, you’ve reassured me that there have been major improvements since I was frightened half to death with stories about this place. Even so, I’m curious. You say that people come here of their own free will, but why would anyone choose to go to Hell? I’ve heard people joke about how in the great hereafter they’d rather have fun with the sinners than sing hymns with the saints, but I’ve never taken it seriously.”

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