It had been mentioned to us on numerous occasions by Kundie himself that Heaven is what we want it to be, and in reality, who can justify having a contrary opinion? That Heaven would consist of any such thing as we would not want it to be, would render the term senseless and counterintuitive. Now, while it is true that death and destruction, or deterioration and decay, in all of their fatalistic rhythms are perennial "episodes" within a temporal universe, it is most assuredly nonexistent in the cosmic etheric realm. However, this is not to say that the pranic materials available are unable to reproduce substantive "ominous connotations" of an otherwise physical process. If one's heaven should include the rush of adventure, intrigue, or mystery, then such innuendoes surely add dimension and depth to its overall design. One should bear this in mind, as I describe my first encounter with the sixth planet in the galaxy Keymo.
My first encounter didn't actually begin on the planet itself, but I was transported there instead, through some mysterious method that I wasn't actually prepared to experience at the time. I think the method of getting there also contributed to the sensations experienced throughout the rest of the whole adventure.
Initially, I was sitting in a room with about thirty or forty other young people. It was a school classroom that I was in. Everyone there seemed to be a mixture of varying ages and sizes, ranging from the somewhat smaller people of six to eight years old, to the rest of us in our middle to upper teens. As I sat there looking around, I felt that I had the stature of a fifteen or sixteen year old boy. I remember scanning the classroom for someone familiar, that wasn't also preoccupied with whatever curriculum was being regarded by everyone else in the room. Eventually, I turned my attention to a young red haired girl with soft freckles on her face whose name I remember as being Arona.
With an adolescent awkwardness, I "bashfully" turned away the first time our eyes met, but something compelled me to look at her yet again. When I looked a second time, I was met with a pleasing, if quite impishly wry smile that indicated to me we were both plagued with the same inspiration deprived boredom of the class. Her incredibly green eyes sparkled with a special exuberance and I felt them to be completely spell binding. Her eyes were larger than most people's, and her high cheek bones were somewhat sharp and well pronounced. Ultimately, I could not avoid the indulgence with her thought patterns which she so freely projected at me. And I say it this way because the sensation was convincingly one of no vocalizations, but rather as perfectly intimate thoughts between the two of us, being shared by no one else in the crowd. The most predominant thought that I captured was in the form of a question; "do you want to go exploring?"
Within the next moment, Arona and I seemed to be hiding in the shadows of huge buildings lining narrow roadways that apparently used to convey vehicles of trade and commerce towards destinations of profit. There was no sign of any vehicles now. There was no one else present. We were just standing in the middle of empty alleyways that seemed to branch off in every direction. The massiveness of the buildings painted a sense of enclosure; of privacy and secrecy. As the vision solidified with it’s own "Rembrandt lighting", it was clear that these were not unlike the dingy and soot covered white washed walls of industrial age factories. The environment was hauntingly eerie and quiet, and its aging facades were wrought with chipped paint, cracked walls and rusting metal in every window frame, air vent or chimney that could be seen.
The two of us were profoundly alone together, and suddenly, I felt awash with a strange sense of foreboding and a reluctance to move when I heard our footsteps echoing. It occurred to me that these were factories that perhaps now, only housed the ghosts of entities who had sworn away their souls to greed and miserliness, and I halted in the idea that we might disturb them with our presence. Would our very "footing" here have been enough to "gall" them into enslaving the two of us, for service in their "penitentiaries of employment" ? After all, this is the typical move one might expect, in every example of an otherwise earthly generation one would have existed within. You see; I had always held a deep conviction that industry represented an enigma to humanity's constant need for financial rewards, and that to be here in this setting must be something forbidden in the upper dimensions for anyone devoted to "The Highest Force".
We paused for a few moments more as I took in the arresting sensation that these mysterious streets were somehow also vaguely familiar. The term "gloomy" came to mind with an overwhelming sensation of poverty that seemingly engulfed us. Yet, I could still admit definitively that it was not so much like a "godforsaken" gloominess of the underworld, but more as a desolate and unfrequented area exuding its own aura of intrigue. It was as if time itself had forgotten to reclaim something ancient and neglected. I found it odd in another instant, when her hand was in mine and she tugged at it in such a way as to sweep me into an irresistible need to protect her and myself from some invisible menace. Suddenly, we set off running, and the flush of sensations that followed were hard to ignore. On the one hand, I instantly felt an overwhelming need to rescue us from such squalor, yet the confusion of existing in a forbidden zone - if such a thing existed at all - had me questioning which authority actually forbade it. All the while, I felt that I was being seduced by Arona’s immodest abandon to run through the streets with echoing footsteps begging to be heard by any omnipresence therein, and the debauchery lent a storm of heightened awareness to it all.
We came to an abrupt halt on an empty street just beyond the shadows of these immense buildings and turned to see where we had been. As my vision rose towards the roof tops of this entire industrial complex, I could see a "heavenly" light fall upon the outer walls of these buildings. I took the scene to be a sign that nothing had been amiss in the preceding moments after all, and the whole experience was "staged" merely for the entertainment factor. I caught Arona giggling at my thoughts as she projected that I had "fallen for the joke", and for a brief moment, even that statement seemed ominous. The joke was quickly revealed to merely be my superimposing the ugliness of greed upon the more positive traits of industry and commerce in general. She assured me that this was a common mistake in the "lower" realms, and although no ghosts were "here", a message did exist in the "air".
In later meditations, it came to me that the planet's name originated with the words, "woe" (meaning grief) and "Leone" (a monetary unit). Together, they came to signify that all money leads to grief. It seems that every civilization will fail, so long as it places the value of material wealth over spiritual growth. As it turns out, the structures and architecture of Woelleon represent the failed civilizations of history, and there were many more "hauntingly empty" places from volumes of different civilizations to discover all around the planet. In fact, the planet's atmosphere and mood altering sensations were to be taken merely as circus-like, amusement park themes. Perhaps the biggest difference being, that unlike an actual circus, whose atmosphere is usually public and crowded, this environment is intended to be intimate and private. My first experience there with Arona certainly was...