[Dear Forum Friends. Writing short stories is an artform that lends itself well to dissemination of the amazing revelations in the Papers on what comes after physical death. Several years ago, I wrote a story about the first three days after ressurection. It still needs much work, but wanted to hear reactions from others who've studied the Mansonia awakening. I do enjoy contemplating our reawakening and beyond. Critique it if you like, you won't hurt my feelings if you pan it, diss it, or correct it, or plain ignore it. I promise! Rick]
Day 1: Resurrection Hall ~ The Awakening
Her eyes popped open. She laid there a second, looking around, then sat bolt upright. "This is it!?!" shouted Kala, she focused on the Pilgrim Receiver, looking this creature up and down in total amazement, and then loudly declared, "This IS it, isn't it!!! And YOU are beautiful!"
She instantly knew this was a resurrection hall and she was alive again! Her faith was vindicated, she felt like soaring. She jumped from the glass-smooth table and was astonished at the strength and lightness of her new body, she tipped sideways off balance for a second.
"I knew Morontia bodies would be strong and responsive!" She began examining herself. Then she looked up at the staggering beauty of this immense roofless room she was in. "The sky is so--", but her next thought was of her true love. She took the hand of the Receiver, looking into these huge eyes, "Did my partner survive? Please tell me he did!". She was suddenly and temporarily overwhelmed with much powerful emotion. The Receiver turned her around and pointed to the adjacent table.
"Here he is, Kala, or will be, when you are ready." There lay an inanimate body something like hers, but it could not be anyone but her life long mate of Urantia, Saro. He was much grander in appearance, even in this lifeless form. The Receiver gave the signal. Immediately he drew a breath, sat up and opened his eyes. Momentarily stunned and unsure, he eased off his table into her arms, now recognizing her in this amazing new form. He scanned Kala, then the area and he knew too.
Kala beamed at him declaring, "Saro my love! It is true! The Urantia Book said it and it's true!! This IS Mansonia isn't it!?". She looked to the Receiver just to be sure, and received a smiling nod. "LOOK at you, you're beautiful too! You look like a some kind of jazzed up Saro."
"We're truly alive on the Mansion worlds?? Kala! We're alive!!! Look at this place, and you! Look at these beings. Thank God, we're alive!" They hugged, jumped up and down, kissed and laughed to the open sky. Saro exclaimed, "you're a mix of the old you Kala, and a sort of extra-terrestrial. How long have you been alive?"
She replied, "only a minute." They laughed again out of pure giddiness. The two embraced and danced and laughed some more. They examined each other's oversized naked heads, noticed no hair anywhere on either, no sex or excretory equipment, no need for clothes apparently. But some of the Receivers wore robes of an amazing fabric, intricate design and splendid color. Everything here sparkled with elegance, order, but most of all they sensed there was no need for fear.
The two began to assess their surroundings and the drama of resurrection. New screams were erupting every second and could be heard by all in the area. Shouts of joy and surprise rang out everywhere in many languages. Saro commented, "these bodies are unbelievable, aren't they!?". He hugged Kala yet again, they were exquisitely happy to be alive and together. Saro decided to experiment.
"Watch this." He jumped three meters in the air landing a bit off balance. "Pinch me", he asked. They pinched and tickled and explored as they marveled at it all, including the rich atmosphere to breathe. Then they looked deeply into each other's giant new eyes. "You are even more beautiful than you were on Urantia," they said in unison. They laughed, their minds were already working in harmony. And what minds they are! The feeling is one of tremendous sensitivity and power, even with the ability to sense other's thoughts.
"Saro....let's find the rest of the family." But before going anywhere, they paused for a long moment in astonishment. Near and far in this immense hall of light, continuous squeals of delight and moans of joy pierced the air. But now, they noticed, there was wailing and crying to be heard as well. "What could that be about?", she pondered. They were told many survivors had died violently. Their last memories still lingering, like a child awakening from a frightening dream.
As they looked around wondering where to find the resurrection records, Kala took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Breathing is incredible isn't it! I can feel the energy coursing through me when I breathe. And I can smell everything within a kilo! What a lovely aroma here!!" Then she thought to ask, "Saro, how did you die back on Urantia?".
"I don't remember..." he replied thoughtfully.
The attendant, said, "you died of a cerebral hemorrhage." Then quickly added, "would you two please come with me for the resurrection of your daughter and your grandchild." The attendant led them away as they looked at one another crying out, "They made it too!!!" It was truly great news. They embraced.
And they were repeatedly awe-struck at the dramatic scenes being played out as they strode down a wide central aisle toward their daughter and grandbaby; ex-humans drawing a first deep breath into their new, extraordinarily sensitive Morontia bodies, jumping and exclaiming in pure spirit exuberance at the obvious fact of survival, and the marvelous feeling of being in a powerful, healthy, acutely sensitive young body.
As they walked, the PR said, "May I be the first to congratulate you on surviving. Not too many families are resurrected on the third day." The Companion stopped at a table where two Morontia bodies lay lifeless. The Companion signaled for the reassembly to begin. Both bodies sprang to life at the same time. Amoy looked terribly frightened.
The attendants and her parents closed in on her with expressions of loving consolation, "it's Ok Amoy, you are alive again!" said her mother.
The child cried out too, Amoy grabbed him and squealed, "ROBIE, is it you??!!!"
Kala assured her, "darling we are all alive again, it is him, it is us, we are all ALIVE, be happy for it."
"Oh Mama, thank God, thank God." As she calmed down a bit, so did little Robie. "Where is this place? Why do you look so strange? It is you isn't it, Mama? Pappa?!"
"It is us daughter. Remember we told you about the Urantia Book and how it said we would be resurrected, it's true! And look, Robie is alive too!", said Kala.
"Oh my God, it IS my BABY! This is not a dream, or a trick, is it?" She was confused, but embraced the child and looked at him with tremendous affection and happiness that he really and truly seemed alive, although he was far more handsome and adorable in this miniaturized and enhanced body, which Amoy couldn't stop staring at. And then, she observed her own body with amazement. "I was so afraid when I died, I am still afraid that this is not real, Pappa, what is going on?"
"I guess we died and woke up in a better place, sweet girl. And look at this, our baby is alright. All that anguish we went through back on Earth and we never needed to be unhappy about it, any of it. Can you believe it, we are back together again?!"
"Is Robie's daddy here? What about Gran and Pappa Jim?" inquired Amoy.
The Assistant directed them to a private area off the great hall where they talked, reconnected and communed with each other for the rest of their first day on Mansonia. Kala and Saro talked much about what knew of the Mansion worlds from THAT "crazy" book they studied back in the days in the flesh.
PS. This short story was reworked and turned into a novel, and published seven years later. It can be found in book and Kindle versions here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1545586667