Gheist Menagerie: Prologue

It started a long time ago, prone to the bible, what some people call the spirit world, what others call the "wold". With the first demise of spirit from body, a la Adam and Eve, the souls of such people needed a place to recirculate. What goes up must come down, to God's horticulture of essence. The spirit is a fascimile of the corporeal, like a riverbed desert which used to be a lake. Ghosts, spectres, gheists, phantoms, shades...what is the difference? A whole lot of names with no place to go but limbo. What happens to such spirits? Are they fascinated with getting in touch with their relatives? Saying I knew you as my great grandfather and now you are my grandson? Can such bodyless souls get in touch with our parameters of reality? What is the heavenly equation? What is the meaning of life? Do heaven and hell figure into the equation? How much bad does it take to reach the bottom of hell? Are they competing? Who is on top on this plane of existance? Heaven or hell? Remembering there is limited space on the top much like the power struggle of civilization? (Because there are so many of them and so little of us that means we have to work extra hard right?) Is that the thinking of a "good" person? Actions speak and equate, but what is that then that we need help in a lonely complexity? Do those spirits reach out in times of need, much like the bible signifigantly applies love for Jesus Christ and his salvation? Can you reach out to a more compliable distinguishment of heritage, much like people try to do in seances or paying homage to their ancestors gravesites? When we seek an answer, and people are full of themselves, lies and deciet, can we ask the immaterial for help? The intangible consciousness? Is space relative to hell in the dull void. A prison without a host? The darkness with no answers? The light only coming to you when you reach an epiphony of enlightenment about recourse in your positivity? Hell is what you make it, maybe?