THE HOLE IN HEAVEN

INTRODUCTION Sometimes in the struggle to maintain equilibrium in society, we embrace the negative because of the "too many cooks in the kitchen" problem. Sometimes one or two individuals fall, other times (and more often than not) an entire community or nation falls as a result of the error in oversight. We rapidly embrace the error, the negative for reason of vanity, bravado and ego... image, when the error is embraced, it takes all hell to pay for it. when hell is in charge, it's a direct result of

THE HOLE IN HEAVEN

One cool night, a very clear cool night in early September, attention was called to the above. Attention was called by a member of the media. A weatherman of sorts. He marveled at the design of the planets. He flashed his intelligence flagellantly across the airwaves reeling in his own exuberance as the other newscast placed all eyes in his direction. He was young in the craft, in heart and mind but determined to out rate the Gumballs... well known duo in the field of media. It was his utmost dream in life to upset these mentors from his youth. It was his shining moment."...and for all you sky watchers out there in TV land, I have a bit of information to share to you. You know those cheddar cheese colored moons you see over the Catalina Mountains now and then? ...there's an explanation for that. It's called the..." A chuckle came from the news desk adjacent to him. It was Ms. Pickle amused with his display of bravado in assuming the community desired an explanation of color changes in a planet other than their own. He cast sharp glances in her direction to cull her sarcasm. Within the news hour, she had become confident that the men were no place near the men were no place near the fourth level rung of the ladder she had placed her foot upon so many months ago. None were as photogenic nor were they able to pull the favors of the board members as she had managed to do during the many lunches and dinner affairs since. This guy had a struggle ahead of him, but she watched in amazement as he endeavored to continue. "That bright spot you see over Catalina tonight does have a purpose. Other than the light to walk by, it is bringing you into your future. A future that even as I speak, can not be predicted for tomorrow is a world of its own." Just then a thick cloud passed over the bright spot in the sky. Moments before, there had been a large iridescent glow hole in the blackness of the sky. It was a night fit for trick or treaters. Trick or treaters lived for such nights as this. But it was not yet October. It was approaching and with all apprehensions at their height, endless stretches of communities were nervously awaiting unusual changes in the environs of their everyday lives. September and October were full of full moons. Each month guaranteed night clouds and dimly lit paths that pulled footstep in front of footstep for the shadows cast in every direction from the who knows what, were full of the dimly lit nights that usually culminated in the haunting echo if croakers and the silent rush of traffic from distant roadways. When the cloud cleared itself from the glow hole, there was a dreary weight about things. B and B ran through the entire west end of the country's side upsetting all that was known to be good. All that was known to be chaste and wholesome for mankind. They were more traditionally known as Beazzlebub and the Boys. He had not conceived a way out of Big Brother's controls but simply fell out of reach one night. He had fallen from immense proportions to staggering depths into a position that placed him among the world peoples. It was to his own success. He could co-mingle among entities sworn to collusion. He had access to the most critical elements necessary to regain stature for himself. It required only that he obtain a cloak of diplomacy. A cloak would allow him concealment of intention... intention toward his goal. Beazzlebub of the dictionary term was in his own haven. It would not take long to contuse the masses of his opponent's ring. Once he had enlisted aides it was smoothe sailing. Once he found a niche, he was secured within a foundation wholly known to mankind. He was determined to be worshiped for his own existence, and soon was. Three willing souls joined him out of their own distressed need for attention. They met at his sanctuary acquired just after the fall to what became know as the HUB. They created women in their own right... babes to their train of thought and won the leaders of the community to their control. They divulged a blind sight in the community and placed a blind sentinel at the helm of his next territory. They were in business.

Henders usually wore a dark jacket and carried a walking stick of sorts. A walking stick of unusual proportions. So unusual was his stick, that even Beazzlebub stayed as far out of reach as possible. His name extended from the captivating effect he held upon those who came too close to him, Henders had been drafted to the gang one day centuries ago when Mr. B saw him in action. He had actually stopped the Commander in Chief of the country from barking out the usual command of logic. In a world where reason is a highly critical trait to continuance, Henders was an aneurysm. Mass confusion had broken out. Because of this magical trait, the two were often seen on opposing sides of the table, the desk or the expanse of a room. In spite of this distance, they considered themselves to be friends.

Second in the group, and most wary of the others, was Ease Daddy. Now Ease Daddy was one of those things we've all seen in the craft books. One of those mutating things... he was already duplicated in several other states which had fallen into catastrophe. On college campuses, he claimed to be a professional economist. In New York, where even the fall of the apple caused roars into the night, Ease Daddy had been seen wooing the masses from a podium in the midst of Mass Media. He could lull them into oblivion with any object and at any hour. He could perform impromptu.

The younger of the group was Phil Haunder. There was no way on earth this character should have been allowed in the crowd. Every woman on earth had been hit by at least one smoothe line in their lives, And Phil Haunder was just another smoothe line. His approach should have been readily apparent, but he too held a major role in the mob. Any woman who wavered in her sense of self, her awareness of purpose or was slightly insecure in her level of independence fell easy prey to his silken lines of eloquent words. He spun words so tightly knit that even an overwhelmed anorexic could not escape. One touch could send flesh crawling, riddled with goose pimples and cold chills. He created an allergic effect. An effect that culled men, anxious for camaraderie to his side. Men seeking mentorship from some no-ing source. Men dying for brotherhood. All these fell at the slightest encouragement to their ego. He was a constant buffing of all conscious effort to maintain a sense of self amid self-respect in a dog-eat-dog society. He measured each for his coffin and nailed the lid on before they even knew he was there. He was the devil's advocate... he said it himself.

Then there was Beazzlebub himself. The end to meet all ends. They led the blind into the alley of deceit, took hard-earned rewards from the hands of community youth and money from the palms of widows and poor single mothers. They not only took the candy from the mouths of babes, but replaced it with ample supply of contraband. They were enablers in the worst term of the word. Beazzlebub was known to have been in the community for a long time, long enough that the mothers of the community could not remember him not having been there. This created a false sense of security in the minds of families. They could be so successful because of the enormous numbers of unbelievers. No one believed in much of anything. They could not believe in the price of oil. Could not believe in the existence of truth. Not in the ethics of democracy. They had lost all sense of security. The cloak of security had been stripped away over seven years ago. Stripped away, perhaps, by the broken promises of loved ones. Broken truths of their electeds, their mentors and would be saviors of the soul. With truth diminished and promises broken, there was no basis for trust. Thee was a new direction developing on the front. The direction of distrust, frustration and premature anger. There was a heightening of deception and a deepening of fear. With an increase in fear, Henders could easily deteriorate even the strongest of black women. He could deny the most headstrong of providers. He could curtail the most well meaning of children form the thought of doing what was right. It was as if he had finally qualified for the support he had always dreamed of. A crew of his own... a right hand man, and power to wield. They had come from no PANDORA'S BOX. They came not from the gate at HATIS, nor did they canoe a river from HELL to get here. The door was in a least expected place. If any of these had been the case, mankind would have been preserved. There had come a warning with reminders, centuries ahead. The script from upon the mountain, the carved stones, there were even the notes left in warning along the Nile. Research and foresight had placed worry in the minds of wise men. It had caused centuries of study by scholars and by skeptics, all determined to make sense of the messages. Religious men from all walks of life and the many channels of prayer had culminated their every effort in the worship of one. One who was of supreme intelligence in awareness of all creation... of what was and was to become. They looked to the heavens above for resolve. They considered the entirety of all the above as the beginning of the creator. Expected that protection would come from the above as the Creator of all existence was surely in this space. Decades of preparation had brought them to quarrels and disagreement of how to evade the certain doom predicted in the warnings. There were watchmen of religious and scientific structure on alert for any invasion of moral decent and of technological assault. The world was up in arms. Prepared. They were prepared, yet they missed the entry, the grand premier of all stage shows. It had begun with the blinding light, B and B were secure in working their ways... working their ways into the hearts and souls of mankind, until they ran into WILL.

There was a brick wall around WILL's heart. Because of this development, WILL was strong. Strong in heart. Strong in his beliefs. Strong in prayer and determination. Will could not be bent to the ways of BEAZZLEBUB. Despite the tour through HATIS gate. Despite the lure of sexual delight. Will avoided the path through abstinence. If mankind had any salvation for continued existence, it would be on the trail with WILL. It was straight and narrow, but well laid in a solid foundation. Laid upon the hardest of material, the most basic of element. And where WILL was based in Conscious, the solid wall provided protection from the rain of hail. WILL was hard headed in his armament. As the strong hearted among them gathered along the sheltered path, they sought retraction of things that had been placed in error through deception and malfeasance. The world would be put right and they would again have their rights within the world. The soul must be led astray and can only be led with lack of WILL.

One day they found them all together. PHIL HAUNDER out of his teaching place. HENDERS out of his crimson vehicle, EASE DADDY away from the crowded banks and church doors; all with BEAZZLEBUB in his sanctuary on a well protected side of a small town. They were guarded by the force. Flanked by the militia, and shielded by a political base that reached even to the hands of the Chief Commanding Officer. They had worked well. They had amassed riches untold, material things that all men crave in their "anxiety to BE." Material worth is a statement that "one has indeed become." Become the very SOMEBODY always acclaimed to from the moment of conception. They found them despite the weight of protection. Found them by the very light which had allowed them to exist. There was something leaking from HEAVEN. There was a great beacon, a lighthouse of sorts. A beacon of light shown into the empty spaces to highlight the conception of evil that had grown since his rebirth. A beacon of light from the Hole in Heaven created a halo around his ACHILLES heel. WILL pierced him there to wend them all reeling out into the pits from which they had come. The fell through the HOLE IN HEAVEN and it's everlasting light.

1994