Thursday, January 15, 2009
Re: Incarnation
Well, I was out sick again yesterday. I had a very high fever and spent the better part of the day in bed, having nightmares. The fever broke at about 6pm, and I now feel as well as I have in ages.
Just before coming out of my fever-induced dreams, however, I had a singular vision concerning an angel descending from Heaven. He hovered over my bed, and seemed to be examining both me and my surroundings. While he was thus situated, he intermittently looked intently at a sheet of paper, occasionally nodding his head (apparently in agreement with what he was reading), and sometimes shaking his head from side to side (apparently not quite believing what he was reading.) As I began to awake, he disappeared suddenly. I’m not sure, but I could almost swear that I heard him say, "Oh, shit!" as he vanished from my sight.
Of course, I assumed that my vision of this being was only a result of my being feverish and perhaps having taken one too many pseudoephedrine antihistamine tablets. However, when I went to get out of my bed, I felt something under my right foot. I looked down and saw what appeared to be the paper from which the angel had been reading.
I will reproduce it here.
HEAVEN
"It’s Where You Want To End... Up!"
To: Soul #126,748,055,129
From: Gabriel, Archangel, Senior Traffic Manager, Births Division
Date: 3/1/1957 (Anno Domini)
Greetings:
It is my pleasure to inform you that your request to be born has been granted. You will be delivered tomorrow, March 2nd.
We realize that this doesn’t give you much time to prepare, but your paperwork was significantly delayed due to the extraordinary (some might go so far as to say bizarre) requests you made in conjunction with your application. Details concerning the approval or rejection of said requests appear below.
You requested:
1 – That you be born into a family of great wealth.
2 – That you be granted a physical constitution able to withstand unbounded debauchery.
3 – That you be given good looks. Specifically, you requested a full head of flowing blond hair; a square jaw; sparklingly white teeth; a 52-inch chest accompanied by a 32-inch waist; rock-solid muscles; and a sexual tool magically able to change length and width in order to conform precisely with whatever female partner you might currently be bedding.
4 – That you be allotted the eyesight of an eagle; the hearing of a bat; the sense of smell of a bloodhound; and the speed and agility of a cheetah.
5 – That you be allowed to requisition from this office, on demand, further blessings which you may have forgotten during the application process.
This office, in response, has granted the following:
1 – You will be born.
2 – You will have free will with which to debauch to your heart’s content.
3 – You will not be severely misshapen or grotesque.
4 – You will have five senses. You will be able to run, after a fashion.
5 – You will be allowed to request further blessings, but they will most certainly not be guaranteed, nor will they be given according to your schedule.
Explanations Concerning Those Things Granted Or Denied:
1 – It is the considered opinion of this office that putting great wealth into your hands would be akin to granting a meteor the ability to tap dance. It would serve no useful purpose whatsoever and, in addition, would cause great concern among the general populace.
We do understand your request. You have discerned, quite correctly, that your mercurial temper and general tendency towards sloth will not give you a very good chance at anything more than a subsistence level existence, but you certainly must realize that these same qualities would undoubtedly result in you inadvertently killing yourself if we gave you anything more than that which you require to be comfortable. Therefore, we will never let you starve, and you will always have a bed to sleep in, but extreme wealth is entirely out of the question.
2 – Since you will not be given the means with which to debauch to your heart’s content, we see no reason to give you a body able to withstand such rigors. However, since we also know that you WILL debauch up to the limit of your available cash - as well as whatever credit you can scam from the unsuspecting - we ARE willing to outfit you with a body that heals relatively quickly (although, we must stress, NOT instantaneously, so you’ll probably be able to smoke cigarettes for 40 years or so before permanent deleterious effects set in, but we would suggest that you refrain completely from juggling chainsaws or having sex with any women named Bobbitt.)
3 – This one did give us a good chuckle, and we thank you for that.
Your hair will be red, not blond, and if you don’t like it, we can arrange for it to fall out beginning somewhere around your 21st birthday. Your jaw will not be square, but will instead be somewhat pointy. In order to make up for this, we WILL give you the sparklingly white teeth you’ve requested, but you will have to wait until you reach your fifties to receive them and they will be made out of porcelain. You will have the 32-inch waist, but only until 1981. The largest chest we could requisition for you was 42 inches, but we will attempt to deliver a 52-inch stomach by the time you reach age 60 (IF you reach age 60.) We are unable at this time to supply you with a full complement of rock-solid muscles, but we pulled some strings and you will be given them in the following locations: right thumb, left fingers, and ass. This will allow you to become either a relatively unknown bass guitarist or a renowned and gifted gay prostitute - your choice.
Speaking of prostitution, we found it rather presumptuous of you to assume that you would be born a male. As it turns out, you will, but your request for the magical shift-changing sexual appendage is flatly (even laughingly) denied. Yours will be strictly standard issue. On the bright side, it will work very well and never be subject to erectile dysfunction. However, opportunities for use will be far fewer than you’d prefer, unless you choose the previously mentioned male prostitution option.
4 – You will be happy to know that we are granting the great eyesight and hearing. We expect, however, that you will choose to not see what is in front of your face and to not listen to what you need to hear. You will have the speed and agility of a bloodhound, and you will smell like a cheetah.
5 – This office will do all in its power to grant additional requests made through the proper channels, but we have little reason to believe that, in most instances, you’ll understand what the proper channels are until it’s too late. Nevertheless, we have seen fit to supply you with some items that you didn’t request, but which we expect you would wish you HAD requested, once born.
You will be equipped with:
A – Two loving parents, and a near endless supply of caring relatives and friends.
B – The ability to rationalize almost anything.
C – An above average set of vocal cords, as well as an ample supply of blarney.
D - The ability to be very easily amused.
E – A sincere belief in the fact that you are blessed.
F – A WIFE (sense of humor and patience included.)
You may not realize it, as you embark upon your journey, but all of the above are invaluable gifts and much more important than any of those things you requested.
If you have any comments or concerns regarding this letter, we are unable to answer them at present due to time constraints. Also, as you know, none of these particulars will be remembered by you, or be available for your inspection, during your time incarnate. Your guardian angel will, at regular intervals, check to make sure that all of the particulars mentioned herein have occurred, are occurring, will occur, or will never occur, depending upon which one of the items we’re discussing. Upon your return to this realm, we will make every attempt to satisfactorily answer whatever questions you may still have concerning your sojourn. In the meantime, you have been equipped with a fully functioning conscience. If it should fail at any time, you will be automatically directed to your owner’s manual (known in the native parlance of your new home planet as “The Bible”) and instructions for repair and re-start of your conscience will be made apparent.
Please report to the birth canal by midnight to begin processing. You need not pack anything; all promised supplies will be provided upon your arrival, and any attempt to smuggle contraband will only result in unnecessary delays.
Oh, one last thing: Your name will be "Jim." Your request to be christened "Rocky Thunderballs, Supreme Lord Of All Men And Extremely Potent Satisfier Of All Women” is not only denied, but would be entirely blasphemous if we didn’t consider it completely ridiculous. Consider yourself lucky to get "Jim." We could have easily gone with "Needledick Lipschitz."
We truly wish you nothing but the best. Whether or not you realize it at the moment, that’s what you'll receive.
GABRIEL, a.a., s.t.m., births
So, that’s what I found on my floor after the angel disappeared. I’d appreciate your thoughts concerning it. In the meantime, I've set a trap in my bedroom just in case he returns, and I’ll be re-reading the document carefully, looking for loopholes.
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(My sincerest thanks to Shrinky for the inspiration.)
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36 comments:
A high-fever-induced vision (and subsequent post), indeed! Love your post title. I chuckled over more than a few lines, and "tsk-tsk"-ed over several others.
Seriously, I hope you're feeling much better. Take care; stay well.
Obviously high fevers are good for you. I laughed and laughed and laughed, and "Rocky Thunderballs" made me snort milk out my nose, and I'm not even drinking any.
This was absolutely brilliant.
Hey, what brand of cold remedy did you swill? I want some!
That heavenly letter is what you get for feeling guilty for calling in sick. And as always, be careful what you pray for. :) Glad you're better.
wow.....your medicine is WAY better than mine...
I'm glad you got over it!
Nothing like a fever induced hallucination to brighten your day.
The OEM standard equipment list (items A - F) is impressive, indeed! I'd think most anyone would be satisfied with that. I, for one, also received "Item D." It's been a godsend all throughout life, but MOST especially of late.
Glad you're feeling better, Jim... and EXCELLENT post, yet again!
(turing word: "acing." As in what you did with this post.)
I like it! It's so true people too often don't appreciate what they have all along and instead desire what they can't get.
A through F are definitely things to be thankful for!
Loved the post. :)
VERY creative. Love this post!
Glad you're feeling better. Hope you stay well. And you SHOULD feel guilty if you do not post at least two stories a week. You are one of the main reasons I will not know who killed what's his name for many days to come I suspect. If you know what I mean ;-)
Loved this post, LOL! Thanks again!
Brilliant - thanks for the laugh :) Glad you are feeling better and didn't have to go away with the angel!
One question... what does a cheetah smell like...?
Q: What does a cheetah smell like?
A: Well, the easiest answer would be to have you come sniff me, since it said that I smell like one. However, barring that, imagine a combination of flannel shirt, cigarettes, coffee, Old Spice deodorant, Lilac Vegetal after shave, and Irishman, except much faster.
i wonder what kind of contraband folks have tried to smuggle in...
my stars, you were indeed touched by an angel if you managed to produce this as a result of your delirium. i've been lacking inspiration lately, could you come cough on me so the angle might visit?
i guffawed quite heartily at the vocational options....i'm so glad you chose obscure bassist over renowned male prostitute.
This was fantastic! A great piece of writing. I loved it.
Thank you!
yay for nyquil! (it must be nyquil 'cause i have visions like that too.)
very cool post. thanks for the giggle. ;-)
So, have you found any loopholes yet?
That was hysterical. And I have to agree with many other comments too -where do you get your drugs and what is the name of them as well?
Fever dreams are the best, obviously!
You are blessed, even without the flowing, golden locks.
I loved that post, and the day you were born, the world as we know it was blessed.
Wow, Sul, your "blogs I follow" list is lengthy...nothing that starts with a "P", though. Hint. Stay warm...it's 9 below zero F. right now here in north central Connecticut. All the shades are drawn just to keep the intense cold more outside than inside. It's 65 degrees inside, and thats OK with me.
Peter, my good friend!
You have the honor of being on the sidebar, as you know. The only way I know to follow a blog is if the blog in question has the same thing I have on mine - a widget that you can click onto that says "follow this blog". I didn't see one on yours, otherwise you'd be on that list, too.
Glad to see you've investigated every angle, er, angel!!!!
Ab-so-bloody-marvellous to have the old Suldog back and well. That was hilariously inventive.
I was given the complete set of Studio 60 this Christmas...you would have been so at home there as a writer, and probably as a performer.
Are you sure you can blame this on the fever-dream, or the Ajax you are sniffing when writing? *from comment left on my blog* ;)
Good to hear you are feeling better!
You really had me there! All-in-all...I can't say I was disappointed, and ended up fitfully laughing by the post's end! Yup...you are indeed lucky to have been named Jim. I have the other one. He's a real keeper, too!! (I'm off to see if I can find something in this house to induce a fever. I want one of those dreams.)
I can't stop laughing, this is the funniest thing I've read in a very long time. I hope you will collect these posts into a book one day for the future generations of the planet.
Do want to wish you continued good health, although if it means you won't be as funny . . . hmm! No, good health by all means.
BTW, my b-day is the day after yours, although considerably more years before.
Thanks so much for your comments on my recent post.
Peace my friend, Judi
As soon as I fathom how to, I will send you an award! Your writing cheers me no end, I am in awe at how you can be witty when feeling ill... a gift in itself. Such a compelling read. I haven't been as much entertained in a long while.
Oh and Ta for being my first 'Name' on my followers list.
Aw Jim, a veritable masterpiece me lad! Thanks for making me laugh out loud (I'm stuck at the airport on one of these new fangled internet thingies, drawing lots of disaproving looks)..
Love your take on before-life, and thanks for the shout-out my friend!
Thank God you are not grotesque- I was beginning to wonder..
I had the worst flu ,lymphoma, and poisoning for 2o days around ?Christmas- the high point when you recover you imagine you feel like a rowdy kid again like Jim Suldog
My oh my nothing like a laugh to get my day started. plus a terrific way to come bck into the blogging world! All i can say is please share the meds with me. you know I sure could use them... Especially after all i have been through these last 4 months. However, I got to admit that I am a little jealous. See I still have had no angels come visit me yet. Oh well guess they just do not like me as much. LOL
Take care my friend and hopefully you will catch them in that trap you set up! Bye for now.
Nana Net
Well all I can say is I have never smelled a cheetah before so I really hope they smell good since you have been granted to smell like one.
And look at that, fantastic halucinations from over the counter meds...hmmm, must put "go to Walgreens" on my short list of things to do today.
What kind of trap does one use for an angel? Whatever would you ask him when you get him? Seems most questions are already preemptively answered in that letter. Looking forward to you finding your loophole.
Have a great weekend, Jim - looking forward to your next update.
Beautifully done. But there's no way you can smell like a cheetah. According to the list, you've flourished and thrived. And we all know that cheetahs never prosper. ;)
very funny. thanks for the laugh!
Hello, fellow Piscean - this post has given me the best and biggest belly laugh (52in worth at least) sice I started this blogging lark. May my guardian angel have as good a sense of humour next time he calls ( yes, I've met him before, but that's another story!)
you poor old thing...
now sul l'm not taking the piss, but have you seen this, well show it to mrs. suldog, she may appreciate it you may never speak to me again...
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=6EElqrgk4N0
Even though i am a firm believer of the fact that you are an exceptional writer and an "imaginer" beyond parallel of all things imaginable, this post rocked me hard. WoW!!!!....you forgot to thank HIM for the gift of word that you got...Neways we should be the ones thanking him for bestowing this on you.
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