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The Door, To Heaven or Hell Page 1
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Imagine a race. Not just any race, but a significant race. Not the human race, or what
makes ones hearts race, but a race you're involved in. A race in between the start and
finish of the event, with millions upon millions of people running in it. Everyone is
trained, experienced and ready to compete, so if you're ready or not, its about to start
with you participating or watching. There's a first, second, third and so on prize for the
ones that needs awards. As there are the same for those that don't. Imagine the
crowd. Some loud, some muffled, but you can hear the feeling besides seeing it,
because their eyes are constantly on your every movement. Imagine your knowledge of
the race. Your competitors, the playing field, the judges and the prize. Imagine a
race, and then running it. Running or watching it be ran, again and again, for the first
time each and everyday. Now as I've called it a race, you can color it in with the many
shades of the rainbow we can now call, life. This race, is not just for humans, but those
also unborn and yet to come. This race we now call life, is not just for the living or
unborn, but also for the dead we step on and honor for building a platform or place mat
we now use. The many that built this life, built upon it this very day, and those that will
build upon it after we are dead and physically gone. So now that I painted that picture,
lets set the mood, environment and such. Lets totally put things in its proper
perspective, and attempt to understand why, we're running this race. But before we go
there, let me say these few things before I forget to bring them up. The name of this
theory is firm and somewhat harsh, but hopefully, the theory its self, will glide and flow
along smooth and easy as you read it. By the way, its official title and birth name is,
The Door. But I felt adding on the Heaven and Hell, would make you eventually come
read it. Sorry, gotcha!, but really, what did you expect? So the next time you come to my
house, don't ring the door bell. Just knock on the door, to heaven or hell.
As usual, a conversation sparked this excerpt, so I'm sharing and starting up another
with you right now. It started from a conversation at a pivotal time in my life, where a lot
of things just lined up, and the reward was the witnessing of its birth through its
methods, not its purpose. A universal freedom, that came with years and many micro
minutes of sheer beliefs from my support group. In this group, there have been many
that have been loyal and faithful, as those new, and not old to me through physical
timing. Those that have now arrived in my circle or support group, are not less
important or potent to our formula, but their just not as potent as those that have
aged with me throughout the time and battles, like wine. But we all came together
and are here together, and the contributions of the efforts, brought upon story
swapping, and self bonding with the spirit that is responsible for us now becoming
one. The topic of course was the three stages of life. Well not really life, but actually
what we can now remember in living it in this race. A few of us found solace in
communicating our separate journeys, while others, included us in theres. The
three stages are: how it started, what transpired after its creation, and its end or
destination found. I thought back on how I travel in situations. How I condition
myself like an athlete for either a sprint, marathon or both. How as some label the
effort called actions as sacrifices, and some, a necessary step in sliding down,
walking up or standing still on the ladder. Now remember at the beginning when I
asked you to imagine a race, do it again. Imagine yourself getting ready to run the
daily tradition again, for the first time. Imagine having the knowledge of the track. The
pavement. The sounds around you and the person and people to your left and right.
Imagine the tricks of the trade you now know and might not know until you learn them
by example or fate. Imagine it being a life or death situation. Imagine knowing what you
know now, and having the ability to apply it based on your efforts and willingness to
improve. This is the race of races, and you can either run it, walk it, watch it or hear
about it, but this race is going to happen. This race, is called life, and you're about to
run it with me as you've already have up to this point, as we go through the door, to
heaven or hell.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
Imagine a race. Not just any race, but a significant race. Not the human race, or what
makes ones hearts race, but a race you're involved in. A race in between the start and
finish of the event, with millions upon millions of people running in it. Everyone is
trained, experienced and ready to compete, so if you're ready or not, its about to start
with you participating or watching. There's a first, second, third and so on prize for the
ones that needs awards. As there are the same for those that don't. Imagine the
crowd. Some loud, some muffled, but you can hear the feeling besides seeing it,
because their eyes are constantly on your every movement. Imagine your knowledge of
the race. Your competitors, the playing field, the judges and the prize. Imagine a
race, and then running it. Running or watching it be ran, again and again, for the first
time each and everyday. Now as I've called it a race, you can color it in with the many
shades of the rainbow we can now call, life. This race, is not just for humans, but those
also unborn and yet to come. This race we now call life, is not just for the living or
unborn, but also for the dead we step on and honor for building a platform or place mat
we now use. The many that built this life, built upon it this very day, and those that will
build upon it after we are dead and physically gone. So now that I painted that picture,
lets set the mood, environment and such. Lets totally put things in its proper
perspective, and attempt to understand why, we're running this race. But before we go
there, let me say these few things before I forget to bring them up. The name of this
theory is firm and somewhat harsh, but hopefully, the theory its self, will glide and flow
along smooth and easy as you read it. By the way, its official title and birth name is,
The Door. But I felt adding on the Heaven and Hell, would make you eventually come
read it. Sorry, gotcha!, but really, what did you expect? So the next time you come to my
house, don't ring the door bell. Just knock on the door, to heaven or hell.
As usual, a conversation sparked this excerpt, so I'm sharing and starting up another
with you right now. It started from a conversation at a pivotal time in my life, where a lot
of things just lined up, and the reward was the witnessing of its birth through its
methods, not its purpose. A universal freedom, that came with years and many micro
minutes of sheer beliefs from my support group. In this group, there have been many
that have been loyal and faithful, as those new, and not old to me through physical
timing. Those that have now arrived in my circle or support group, are not less
important or potent to our formula, but their just not as potent as those that have
aged with me throughout the time and battles, like wine. But we all came together
and are here together, and the contributions of the efforts, brought upon story
swapping, and self bonding with the spirit that is responsible for us now becoming
one. The topic of course was the three stages of life. Well not really life, but actually
what we can now remember in living it in this race. A few of us found solace in
communicating our separate journeys, while others, included us in theres. The
three stages are: how it started, what transpired after its creation, and its end or
destination found. I thought back on how I travel in situations. How I condition
myself like an athlete for either a sprint, marathon or both. How as some label the
effort called actions as sacrifices, and some, a necessary step in sliding down,
walking up or standing still on the ladder. Now remember at the beginning when I
asked you to imagine a race, do it again. Imagine yourself getting ready to run the
daily tradition again, for the first time. Imagine having the knowledge of the track. The
pavement. The sounds around you and the person and people to your left and right.
Imagine the tricks of the trade you now know and might not know until you learn them
by example or fate. Imagine it being a life or death situation. Imagine knowing what you
know now, and having the ability to apply it based on your efforts and willingness to
improve. This is the race of races, and you can either run it, walk it, watch it or hear
about it, but this race is going to happen. This race, is called life, and you're about to
run it with me as you've already have up to this point, as we go through the door, to
heaven or hell.