"Your work is done," the Page said and stepped away from Kathy and Jobynski. The Mossad guard from the rear entrance was in the audience helping to bring order. Two patients with rolling infusion stands entered through the stage door. One had his right arm in a sling. The other drew a large pistol from his robe. Both fired. Kathy's head snapped back, Jobynski clutched his chest where two bullets tore open his heart.
Jeff Caspi, chief of the Mossad unit heard the spit of the silencers. He spun, drew and fired in one motion. Both gunmen were dead before they hit the floor.
"My goodness," Kathy said. "Where are we?"
"That's you down there," Jobynski said. "You're next to me. There's a lot of blood."
"Why are we floating up here near the ceiling?"
"You're dead," Father Klein said.
Shocked, the two gaped at the priest. Jobynski managed to stammer, "What are you doing here?"
"I died from natural causes. Look," he pointed below them. "They think I'm sleeping."
"What happens now?" Jobynski asked.
"I thought you two would know."
"Dying is a surprise to us," Kathy said. "But I think the Page knew it would happen."
"That's why he insisted I hurry," Jobynski said.
"Where do we go from here?" Kathy asked.
"I'm going into the tunnel with the light," Father Klein said.
"I don't see a tunnel," Jobynski said.
"My niece is waiting for me." Father Klein said. "I see her." He walked off and disappeared.
"I see a light," Kathy said. She moved away from Jobynski, reached out her hand and called, "Momma! Oh Momma! I'm coming."
Jobynski's heart dropped into his stomach he was dead and alone. Suddenly a beautiful white light appeared. The light held a torrent of spirituality. He became filled with incredible joy. The light emitted sublime love. The love was overwhelming. He was about to collapse when through the brilliance three hazy figures appeared. "Janet! Janet!" he called and staggered into the light weeping with joy. His wife was flanked by their son and daughter.
"It's going to be fine," Janet said and embraced him. He drew the children to him and wept.
They drifted together through a tunnel toward the light. The feeling of spirituality became exquisite. The soft shell that encased Jobynski's body fell from him. He gathered it and found he was at the end of a line of people. Ahead of him were Father Klein and Kathy. He asked, "What do we do now?"
""I was told to enter that room," Father Klein said. "Excuse me, it's my turn."
Others who had entered the room came out with a bewildered expression. Father Klein emerged from the room smiling. Kathy entered and returned with an astonished look. Jobynski entered, closed the door behind him and found himself in an enormous room of discarded human bodies. They were stacked on the floor. Some were thrown into the corner or shoved together on shelves. They were piled high and all were naked. One body was draped over the door handle. He saw Father Klein's and Kathy's bodies folded neatly on a shelf and he placed his own body there. The door opened and he passed the Opus Dei gunman who entered. He recognized the large beefy, red faced O'Looney outside. Jobynski's wife and children rushed to him and they led him upward to an enormous room. It was filled with people standing in lines facing an huge diaphanous wall. When they reached the wall the people placed their open palms onto it, waited a second and then turned to a doorway on the right. Jobynski stood in line behind Father Klein and Kathy. After the Priest withdrew his hands from the wall he passed Jobynski saying, "It's like downloading all your life experiences. Kathy finished and walked by him with her mother towards the door. Jobynski placed his hands on the wall. The sensation was pleasant. It felt like a weight of responsibility for his memories were lifted from his shoulders. He stood behind Kathy facing the door. He saw Father Klein pass through the doorway and leave with a young woman. "His niece," Jobynski thought. Then he saw an older oriental lady waiting on the other side of the doorway for Kathy. He heard the question asked of Kathy but could not see the questioner. She was asked. "What have you learned?"
Kathy answered, "God is." She passed through the doorway and with her mother walked away. Jobynski saw his wife and children on the other side of the doorway. A voice asked him. "Whom have you helped?"
Jobynski thought of all the people and organizations he helped in his life. Donations of time, money and knowledge made to charitable organizations. As thoughts streamed through the scrutiny of his mind and the memory of giving he understood. "I have helped myself." He said and went forward into the arms of his wife and children. As they moved toward the light he turned to see the two gunmen at the door. He heard the question, "What have you learned?"
The Opus Dei man answered, "To love my neighbor as myself."
The voice answered, "You must first learn to love yourself." The Opus Dei gunman stepped back and away from the entrance.
O'Looney stepped forward and heard the question, "What is the duty of man?" the big man said, "The imitation of God."
"Have you done so?" The voice asked.
O'Looney stepped back from the entrance. He followed the Opus Dei man down to the room of discarded bodies.
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THE END
Imatatio Dei! Give without the will to receive is the imitation of God.