2024 – ∞ (30/∞) 

Over time, I recovered from the psychosis. My sleep schedule normalized, and I began to experience a renewed enjoyment of life. I also realized that I could live this fulfilling life without marijuana. I didn’t want to die like I used to.

I sent this book to Dr. Lucy and she gave me a lot of positive remarks. 

I sent this book to Mark Braun and he never responded.

I also sent this book to one of the BOI members named Rex Owens and he also never responded.

I sent this book to Barby Jo and he said that it was a great book.

Sandy was also pleased to read this book and she told me I should publish it.

I continued working at the Coca-Cola warehouse. My daily routine still included smoking a pack of cigarettes and drinking Coca-Cola. I upgraded to a newer and better used car. I also continued my habit of clicking on the “x” buttons on online ads and accepting cookies. 

I made the decision not to marry or have children. However, I let the destiny choose what would be the outcome considering that topic. 

I kept a low profile and avoided trouble. My thoughts still drifted to the idea of Heaven on Earth. I considered the possibility of being in a sort of limbo, like the character in the movie Inception. I often imagined how wonderful it would be if the 144,000 people I believed were real could somehow bring about Heaven on Earth. 

In 2024, I had a vivid fantasy about the 144,000 of us ascending to Heaven in a spaceship. This image was intertwined with a strange, almost mythical saying: “I leave for heaven in a nice new ship, hurry!” which, when reversed, supposedly says, “You’re officially dead and a necrophiliac.” In my imagination, Mark Braun would miraculously conjure a massive spaceship and lead us all out of this perceived matrix. 

My vision of this spaceship also included the idea that it would be invisible to anyone outside of the 144,000 “real” people and Mark Braun. This reminded me of a scene in the 2002 movie I Spy with Eddie Murphy and Owen Wilson, where they discover an invisible plane (a scene which occurs around the 1 hour, 11 minute, and 31 second mark of the film). 

A few years later, I was still living this seemingly mundane life, but I had learned to appreciate it more. I had a car, went to work, attended weddings and other celebrations, enjoyed walks, started to run and exercise again, and participated in the normal routines of everyday life. 

I stopped bothering Mark Braun with my emails, which often contained questions about the number of Blood Over Intent members. I realized it was a futile effort, as it was impossible to track down and count every single Blood Over Intent video. 

One day in the 21st century, the 144,000th person joined the ranks of Blood Over Intent. 

The addition of the 144,000th member to Blood Over Intent didn’t elicit any particular excitement from me. I simply finished my work shift and went home as usual. Arriving home around 3 a.m., I immediately checked YouTube, but Mark Braun hadn’t uploaded a new video, and nothing extraordinary had occurred. I then remembered something about needing to pay for a trip to the North Pole, so the next day I bought a lottery ticket. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t win anything, and nothing magical happened. 

I went to work, finished another shift, and returned home. This time, Mark Braun had uploaded a new video. It appeared to be filmed in the direction of Everglades National Park, and in the background, a giant UFO was visible.

In the video, Mark Braun was saying, “This is some mythical shit, I’m telling you that I’m taking over this world, and nobody can stop me!” I took this as a significant sign, believing that this was finally it. 

The next morning, my mom woke me up and led me to the living room to watch television. The entire world was watching as a UFO hovered over New York City.

I immediately knew it was Mark Braun’s doing.

The appearance of the UFO over New York City was a global event, akin to the events of September 11th, 2001, in its widespread impact and the way it captured the world’s attention. Everyone was witnessing what was happening. Live news broadcasts showed panicked crowds running through the streets of New York City. A news reporter explained that the UFO had initially been sighted over Miami, Florida. I assumed these were all NPCs, oblivious to the fact that we would soon be in Heaven. Even my mother was panicking, fearing some kind of alien invasion. 

While all this was happening, I smiled, which prompted my mother to ask how I could possibly feel that way at such a moment. I simply told her that she would eventually understand the reason behind everything. The live news broadcast then showed the center of the UFO emitting a bright light, and it was clearly visible that people were slowly being lifted into the craft. I eagerly awaited the UFO’s arrival in Croatia. 

The news broadcast showed the UFO slowly departing from New York City. The program then cut to news anchors who announced they would soon be reporting live from Washington D.C. A journalist was then shown standing in front of the White House, stating that the President of the United States was about to make a public statement. 

The President appeared on television, declaring a state of emergency and announcing that the U.S. military would attempt to shoot down the UFO. Shortly after, fighter jets were scrambled and headed towards New York. I was ecstatic and laughed at the “zombies,” as I perceived them. My mother, however, crossed herself and became angry with me.

Moments later, fighter jets were shown engaging the UFO, firing missiles at it. Just like in the 1996 movie Independence Day, the UFO was protected by a shield, and the missiles had no effect. The fighter jets then swarmed around the UFO like mosquitoes, attempting to attack it from below, but again, the UFO remained unscathed. 

A state of emergency was declared worldwide. While I watched the Croatian news, the president gave a bland speech urging everyone to remain calm and assuring them that the situation would be resolved. Meanwhile, riots erupted in the streets, and widespread panic took hold. 

As I continued watching the news, something incredible happened. Mark Braun appeared live on television, surrounded by Venus, The Angel of Death, and several other people. He was inside the UFO, seemingly controlling it, and his image was being broadcast worldwide. He announced that this was not an alien invasion and that he was taking over the world permanently. It was like watching one of his Quasiluminous videos. He declared that everyone else was a lifeless zombie and that he would soon gather the 144,000 “real” people and take them out of this world. 

I stepped out onto the balcony to light a cigarette. I felt a sense of satisfaction, similar to the feeling after good sex. The city was filled with the sound of emergency sirens, and I could see confused people running in every direction. After finishing my cigarette, I went back inside to watch the news. Television had never been so captivating. 

I waited patiently for the UFO to arrive in my area. I was too excited to sleep or eat. I remained glued to the television, watching as the UFO left the U.S. and traveled to Central and South America. After gathering all the Blood Over Intent members from those continents, it headed towards Africa. The following day, live news showed the UFO flying at high speed over the Atlantic Ocean, being tracked by military fighter jets. This time, the fighters didn’t attempt to attack the UFO with missiles; they simply followed it. 

The television broadcast showed the UFO cruising at Mach 2.3 (1,540 mph), with the fighter jets still in pursuit. Suddenly, Mark Braun hijacked the broadcast, appearing live on every channel. He laughed in his own peculiar way as he addressed the world. The news feed then showed the UFO beginning to accelerate, leaving the fighter jets far behind. It continued to gain speed, faster and faster, until it finally disappeared over the Atlantic Ocean, en route to Africa. 

By afternoon, the UFO had reached South Africa. By evening, it was continuing its journey north along the African continent. 

The next morning, the UFO was over Spain, continuing its mission of gathering people. Its journey took it across Western Europe, Scandinavia, and Central Europe, finally arriving in Croatia the following morning. News reports showed it hovering over Zagreb, and I wondered how many Croatians were among the chosen 144,000. After picking up a few people there, it headed south towards Split. By noon, it was over Split, and I was ready to be taken aboard. I reassured my mother that everything would be alright. We went outside together, and I could clearly see the UFO hovering above the city.

The UFO was positioned directly above the center of Split, approximately 600 feet above the ground. It was enormous, its size equivalent to five large neighborhoods. I could see people ascending into the air, towards the UFO. It seemed that there were indeed some Croats among the 144,000, people who, like me, had been part of Blood Over Intent. After picking them up, the UFO began to drift towards my neighborhood. I was delirious with excitement, jumping up and down. Even my mother was smiling now, and I thought she had finally found inner peace. The UFO positioned itself directly above us, and I could see its underside opening. I looked at my mother, and she began to cry. I turned towards the UFO, spread my arms wide, and began to ascend. I was flying for the first time in my life. 

“Yes, yes, YES!!!” I shouted, clenching my fists. As I flew towards the UFO, I glanced down and saw my neighbors filming the scene with their cell phones. Looking up, I could see people leaning against a railing inside the UFO, watching us below. I finally reached their level, and everyone cheered and applauded. I then flew sideways and was finally on board. I began hugging everyone, discovering that some Croats were already there. Suddenly, Mark Braun’s voice boomed over the intercom, “Let’s all welcome ‘one of 144,000’, Blood Over Intent member #5,483!” 

“Thank you, Satan!” I exclaimed, and everyone around me laughed. I took in my surroundings. It was a massive UFO, packed with thousands of people. I realized I was the 5,483rd person to have performed the Blood Over Intent ritual, but I was only about the 80,000th person to actually board a UFO. The interior of the ship was structured like a stadium, rising in tiers from the center outwards.

It had a large, four-sided screen in the center, just like the ones in indoor stadiums.

The four-sided screen in the center displayed a variety of information: live news broadcasts about the UFO, statistics on the number of Blood Over Intent members who had boarded, and live feeds of the outside world. 

I was told that Mark Braun was in the control room at the very top of the UFO, piloting the craft. Our mission, I learned, was to gather all 144,000 people from around the world and transport them to the North Pole. We first headed south towards Dubrovnik to pick up a few more Blood Over Intent members. I, along with many others, greeted them as they came aboard. We continued our journey southward. Some people documented the entire experience on their phones, uploading videos to YouTube. Some even live-streamed the whole thing. We glided through the air, visiting numerous countries along the way. The UFO continued to fill up with people as we gathered more and more members. We passed over Greece and then headed towards Asia. I was having a great time flying and welcoming the new arrivals on board. After covering the Middle East and Russia, we flew to China and Southeast Asia, gathering even more people. 

It was nighttime, and we could see the illuminated cities below us. We picked up a girl from Singapore whose videos I had watched online. Then we flew to Japan and hovered over Tokyo. It was a vast city, a sea of lights. We picked up hundreds of people there. 

(This image shows the trajectory of a UFO.) 

After visiting Australia and Micronesia to select the 144,000th person, the entire UFO crew became elated. Mark Braun let out his signature laugh over the intercom. 

Following that, we set course for the North Pole. 

As we flew along the international date line, nearing our final destination, daylight filled the sky, and the ocean beneath us was clearly visible. Jet fighters continued to follow us, and this was being shown on a live broadcast. We maintained pace with them, but eventually, we lost them. We flew over the Arctic ice, bathed in sunlight, and I felt an incredible sense of peace, shared by everyone on board. After some time, the UFO’s screen displayed something Mark Braun had spoken about years ago—Mount Meru, surrounded by hills with four rivers flowing into it. The area around the mountain was lush with forests and grass, all encased in ice. The entire audience erupted into cheers and applause. 

We had ceased flying and were now hovering just a few feet above the vast prairie grassland at the base of the mountain. Mark Braun appeared on the large screen and declared, “No one enters the house of living water before me.” The crowd erupted into cheers. The UFO then landed, and the 20 side doors opened. Famous Blood over intent members emerged from the UFO’s control room – Mark Braun, Venus, and The Angel of Death allowing us to see them clearly. It was a rare and significant moment, especially for us to witness the individuals who had brought us here, with Mark Braun at the forefront.

He stepped into a glass elevator and descended to the bottom of the UFO. As soon as he exited the elevator, the entire crowd erupted in unison, chanting, “MARK BRAUN, MARK BRAUN, MARK BRAUN!” He walked towards one of the gates, with the crowd trailing behind him. He then left the UFO, and part of the crowd followed him outside. 

At that moment, I was with the Croats, and it was our turn to leave the UFO. We made our way toward one of the gates, while the rest of the group quietly exited through the other door. 

At that time, 144,000 of us were settled on a vast grassy prairie.

Mark Braun was somewhere in the distance, but then he made his way toward Mount Meru, and we all followed him. After a 20-minute walk, we reached the base of the mountain. There, we found a large circular lake, about 12 miles across. It was so vast that after two hours, we had formed a ring around it, with all 144,000 of us standing close to the water, able to see each other clearly. The lake’s water was crystal clear, and the sandy bottom sloped gradually down to a depth of about 5 feet. Mark Braun began to speak, and his voice was so clear it felt as though he was standing right beside us. He said, “How are you? Thanks for joining me. We’ve finally arrived at our final destination—the center of the Flat Earth. These are the Holy waters. They are incredibly refreshing and drinkable. Let me enter first, and then each of you may do the same.” 

Mark Braun walked into the lake, and we all watched eagerly. He waded in up to his waist, scooped up some water, drank it, and then laughed in his unique way. We all watched in excitement, and then he shouted, “COME IN, motherfuckers!!!” Some of us slowly walked in, while others ran or dove into the water, and soon, everyone was immersed in the holy water. As I stood there with a few Croats, drinking the holy water, it hit me: we could do anything we wanted. I say “we” because, for the first time, I felt a form of telepathy. There was no magical light, no electricity—just a deep sense of peace and joy. It was as if all the barriers had lifted, and we were free to do whatever we wished. We all laughed, and some of us cried tears of happiness. 

I noticed that my clothes were gone and I was swimming naked. Some of us felt the urge to leave the lake and stand on the shore. I was completely naked with some of the 144,000 on the shore and I wasn’t ashamed at all. I’ve never been so happy. 

The Family Guy bit about the Fountain of Youth was actually spot on.

We all laughed, struggling to express the overwhelming joy we felt. We hugged each other, and I was struck by how beautiful everyone looked naked. It reminded me of Nugal beach in Makarska, and my realization there that no one can truly be considered ugly when naked. 

We finally left the lake and reached the shore. I found myself among a group of nude people, and I felt a strange sense of familiarity with them, as if we’d known each other for ages. As we stood there, the conversation died down. Then, we all witnessed the bizarre sight of a naked Mark Braun flying out over the lake’s center. He hovered there and announced, “Remember in my videos when I talked about the people from the middle of the Flat Earth, and how friendly they were, they’re like “buddy”? Well, they come here to give us presents.” 

We looked around and saw countless naked figures flying towards us, rather than walking. They landed around the lake, and a peaceful silence settled over us, bringing smiles to our faces. Mark Braun then declared, “They have no leader; they’re all equal. But I’ll speak for them. They’ve brought seeds for replanting the giant trees. Each of us will receive one seed, return to Hell, and plant it.” Moments later, some of these figures approached us, speaking their first words: “How are ya? Thanks for joining me.” They smiled, and I chuckled at the familiar phrase. Suddenly, out of nowhere, they produced large, brown seeds, each about the size of a fist. We were each instructed to return to Earth and plant our seed wherever we chose. This, it was said, was how we would finally bring about the long-awaited Heaven on Earth.

I sensed telepathically that we all shared the same plan for planting the seeds. After receiving our seeds, we thanked the beings. Little communication was needed. Each of us, seed in hand, ascended into the air. I hovered above the ground, as if flying was second nature. I was filled with elation. 

Mark Braun led the way, flying back to Florida, followed by the others. Then it was my turn. I flew back to Croatia with some fellow Croatians. We flew naked over the Arctic, yet felt no cold. It was as if we could control our perception of temperature. Looking around, I saw all 144,000 of us flying towards our individual destinations. We formed a widening concentric circle that spread across the world. Eventually, the circle became so large we lost sight of each other. I found myself with a group of Croats and other Europeans. We chatted pleasantly, eagerly anticipating our arrival home. We even discussed how amazing it would be to have the power of invisibility. 

We then wished for invisibility, and it happened. I could no longer see them, nor my own body, but I knew they were there. Our seeds had also become invisible. We ascended to an altitude of six miles, traveling at approximately 60 mph. Deciding to increase our speed, we accelerated to Mach 1, or 800 mph. Despite the incredible speed, we felt no air resistance and remained comfortable. We flew over Norway, Germany, Austria, and Slovenia before arriving over Croatia. We decided to visit our respective hometowns. 

Some headed for Zagreb, while others went to Split and Dubrovnik. It took us only five minutes to reach Split, while the others continued on to Dubrovnik.

We hovered over Split and then descended to the mountain north of the city. The five of us, still naked, found ourselves in the secluded forest, unseen by anyone. We discussed distributing the five seeds throughout the Split-Dalmatia County. For some reason, everyone remembered that I had grown grass in this very forest. They honored me with the task of planting my seed there, for which I was grateful. As I walked through the woods, searching for the perfect spot, the uneven ground felt surprisingly comfortable under my bare feet, much like walking on grass. I arrived at the exact place where I had grown the grass and found a suitable area. To my surprise, some of the soil I had discarded while clearing the area of pots and other debris remained. 

That soil, from my planting pots, was still there. I dug a small hole, placed the seed inside, and covered it with the soil. Seeing what I had done, the others became invisible and flew off to their designated locations. I also became invisible and followed the girl from Split. We flew over the mountain peak, overlooking Split below. We headed towards the peninsula and landed in a secluded part of the forest, where we became visible again. She dug a small hole and buried her seed. Like most of the 144,000, we shared a plan: to simply will ourselves clothed by thought, return home, and witness the world transformed for the better. Our newfound powers had turned us into playful tricksters. 

For me, this meant I wished to be wearing a suit, and she, a beautiful dress. We then flew out of the forest on the peninsula and headed back to our respective neighborhoods. We flew over the forest and reached the city, passing over Split’s center and then along the coast. People noticed us and began recording with their phones. We laughed and quickly flew away, parting ways. She went to her apartment in central Split, and I continued to my neighborhood in the direction of the suburbs. Flying over the city, watching the cars and people below, was an exhilarating feeling. I reached my neighborhood and began a slow descent toward the spot where I had been picked up by a UFO just days before. A man walking his dog noticed me when I was about 20 feet above the ground. His jaw dropped, and he began filming me with his phone. I laughed and, as I descended further, I said to him, “Yes, friend, film this!” I landed, and the dog began barking. I wished it would stop, and it did, then came over to sniff me. 

The man, still filming with his phone and his jaw still dropped, pointed the camera at the ground and asked how I did it. I replied, “What? Make your dog stop barking?” He laughed and said, “You’re a funny guy. But how could you fly?” I smiled, told him he’d understand eventually, and went into my building. 

I entered my building and started toward the elevator, but then changed my mind. Instead of taking the elevator, I decided to fly in the open space between the stairwell and the elevator shaft. I had complete control. No one was around, and I didn’t want to frighten any elderly residents. I was concerned they might have a heart attack, but then it occurred to me: even if they did, I could revive them. 

I ascended again and flew up to my floor. I rang the doorbell, knowing my mom wasn’t at work. She opened the door, looking both worried and happy. She asked where I’d been. I told her I’d gone to the center of the Flat Earth and was bringing Heaven to Earth. She laughed and told me not to joke with her. I said she’d understand eventually and walked into the apartment. She asked about the UFO and what was happening, so I explained everything again, telling her about the lake where we drank the living water and how we gained the ability to fly. 

I told her someone had filmed me and that I’d probably end up in the local news and online. I asked her to make me coffee, which she did, though she was confused. I sat down in the living room, lit a cigarette, turned on the TV, and told her to watch. The news was full of reports of people flying all over the world. Some were naked, others clothed. Some of the naked fliers were shown being chased by police, only to then fly away, laughing at their pursuers. 

The news channels, pathetically, blurred the naked fliers’ private parts, as if they should be ashamed. My mom watched everything, her jaw agape, and then asked me who I was. I jokingly told her I was a living person and that I came from the Source, but she still didn’t understand. She continued watching TV to get some answers, while I sat there, smoking one of the best cigarettes I’d ever had. 

Then she said that God must have been responsible for all of this, and I agreed. I told her that soon we would all become like gods, at which point she accused me of blasphemy. 

I pulled out my phone and checked the local newspaper’s website. A sensational headline screamed, “People seen FLYING over Split!!” I found the video of myself and laughed uncontrollably. I showed it to my mom, and she asked, “Is that YOU?” I smiled and said yes. She asked if I could fly next to her, and I stood beside her and said, “Look.” I slowly levitated off the floor, and she instantly became excited, laughing and clapping her hands. She crossed herself and began to cry. She asked me what was happening, and I told her that Heaven on Earth was beginning. I went out to my balcony and, as if by magic, a perfectly rolled joint appeared. I lit it and smoked that delicious doobie. 

I got high while my mom watched, then told her I had to go. Smiling, she said, “I don’t care, go wherever you want.” I flew off the balcony, and she waved goodbye. I waved back, already making plans. I flew to Zagreb, to the national TV station. It was midday news time, and I flew into the building, knowing instinctively where to go. I reached the news studio. The security guards tried to stop me, but I simply willed them to stay put, and they did. I saw a news anchor reporting on the flying people phenomenon, live on air. I walked over to her desk and sat down beside her. The producers tried to cut to commercial, but I mentally overruled them. Still live on TV, I told everyone that Heaven on Earth was coming very soon. 

The news anchor sat silently beside me, at a loss for words. Soon, some of my Croatian friends joined us and appeared live on air as well. A few of them were naked, declaring to everyone that only insane people wear clothes. I agreed, saying, “That’s true,” and quickly stripped off my clothes too. We were all in such an euphoric state, feeling blissfully carefree. Despite this, we remained in complete control of our thoughts and desires, not to mention our ability to influence other NPCs (“real” people) and technology around us. 

We exited the building, and I flew back to Split in an instant. Within those few seconds, I realized I had the ability to teleport anywhere I desired. I thought about being dressed in a suit again, and just like that, I was. 

I arrived at the Riva, the seaside promenade in Split’s center. At that moment, an earthquake started. I experienced a moment of fear, but then I knew instinctively that enormous trees were suddenly growing at an accelerated pace. While some around me were in a panic, yelling and screaming, I ascended into the air and observed one colossal tree sprouting from the peninsula and another from the mountains to Split’s north. This area had finally acquired a touch of magic. The earthquake caused no structural damage. 

The earthquake went on for several minutes, and the trees grew quickly, extending many miles upward. After a short while, the earthquake ceased as the trees reached approximately 12 miles high and stopped growing. Sirens echoed across the city. People gathered in groups, with many recording the trees. I climbed to the top of the trees and saw numerous other tall trees in different cities along the coast. 

What astonished me the most was when I looked to the north. There, far in the distance, I spotted a tree so towering that it appeared tall even from that far away. It was the Tree of Life. 

The magic continued when I touched the ground. Football-sized orbs flew from trees all around the area. These were the souls of people. They soared quickly, each one entering its respective person. I noticed people starting to float above the ground. I flew to a hospital in Split, and upon entering, I saw patients celebrating because their illnesses had vanished. I visited a psychiatric clinic, where everyone was cheering. 

There were no longer any “crazy people.” I went to the operating room and saw a man who had been cut open and injured by doctors to save his life. The anesthesia had stopped working, yet he was fully awake, despite his open wounds. He cheered along with the doctors. 

I left the building and realized that everyone somehow knew a new era was arriving. No one had taught them this or prepared them for the moment. It was as if these trees had already transformed everyone into a superhero. I saw many more people floating above the ground. One man was floating in a wheelchair, joking about it because he no longer actually needed it. 

I felt content. 

Another earthquake began, but nothing collapsed, and everyone knew it was the trees. I flew back home because I understood what was coming next. My mom was still on a video call with my dad, and she was so excited. I told them both, “Let’s go.” Dad nodded and ended the call. My mom and I began flying toward the North Pole, along with thousands of other people around us. Even children and the elderly were flying with us. Young children were flying with their families, and I knew they understood everything there was to know. Local cats, dogs, and many other animals from Split and the surrounding areas were flying too! 

We passed a mountain to the north of Split, and among the thousands of others flying north, we were joined by my extended family from Split and the suburbs. We all laughed together. As we continued north and flew over Zagreb, my dad, Uncle Benny, Sandy, and Dr. Lucy, along with their families, joined us. We flew faster and faster, savoring every moment. When we arrived in Denmark, my sister joined us. Within minutes, we were all in the Arctic Circle. The Tree of Life grew larger and larger, and everyone was filled with awe. 

As we neared Mount Meru, where the Tree of Life grew, a vast crowd could be seen flying toward it from all corners of the world. More than eight billion people were about to gather in one place.

We all landed on a vast grassy plain, and the crowd could be heard cheering and clapping. I reunited with Lenny, Danny, Stacey, Ava, my high school classmates, Roman soldiers, and nearly everyone mentioned in this book. We all embraced and laughed. 

Then, we made our way toward the large circular lake. Some people were already there, swimming and flying around it. The crowd seemed to have a sense of order. No one rushed to get ahead of the others, and no one felt left behind. 

The group from my book and I were given the chance to enter the lake. We all did, drank the holy water, and when we emerged from the lake, we were truly naked. No one felt ashamed of it. 

After a while, each person and animal spent some time in the lake, and after that, Mount Meru began to glow with purple and green lights. The glow increased, and then the light beam began to radiate from the ground, while Mount Meru disappeared in the lights. We all started flying inward. 

We flew through a tunnel made of light, and then we arrived on the other side of the Earth. It was difficult to describe the feeling when we landed and saw about 150 billion people waiting for us on the ground. We met everyone who had died on Earth, and everyone was happy, smiling, and of course – naked. I spotted Henry and immediately ran to hug him. He looked just as I remembered him when he died, and it was his choice to appear that way so we from Earth could better understand it.

In this realm, anyone could appear however they wished. After hugging everyone in my family and shedding a few tears, my brother transformed into a 30-year-old man. We all stood in awe, and then he said, “You can do it too! It’s called avatar.” My family then transformed into a group of 30-year-olds, and I could recognize each and every one of them. 

I lit a cigarette out of nowhere and tried to take in the full magnificence of the situation. I managed to control my urge to smoke and decided that, for the time being, I would be a smoker. 

We were in a world filled with towering trees, and the afternoon sun shone from the center of this new reality. The Tree of Life and Mount Meru were still there. It felt like an endless Saturday. 

After spending some time together, I wanted to find Ava. I flew off and eventually found her with her family. She was still in her 50-year-old avatar, surrounded by her living family and deceased parents. After telling her family that she needed to say hello to her friend, she turned to me. She greeted me with a “Hey” in her own unique way. I reminded her to remember my WhatsApp status about meeting in a better world. We laughed and hugged, and she was glowing. 

I went to meet Stacey, and she was with her mom and dad. Stacey glowed just like she did the first time we were together on Earth. I spent some time with them before heading to meet “Team Zagreb,” which meant visiting Sandy and Dr. Lucy. These important figures in my life were with their families. Sandy was with her son and deceased husband, and Dr. Lucy was with her family. When they saw me, they rushed over, and we all hugged in a group. We had made it—we had endured Hell. 

I returned to my family and waited for what would happen next. Mark Braun rose into the air, and everyone could see him clearly. He began to speak, and his voice echoed through the crowd. He started with, “Hello everyone, I know you’re all still a little shaken, but this is what you came for. This is heaven on earth. This is the same realm we came from, only now it’s filled with giant trees, rivers, lakes, waterfalls, forests, prairies, mountains, and more. You can choose to return to the old world if you wish, as you now have the power to create with your thoughts. You will still experience fear, pain, and boredom, but you can control them and decide not to feel them if you don’t feel like it. Pun intended.” 

Everyone laughed. 

Mark Braun continued, “Please, all of the 144,000 come here and join me.” The other 144,000 and I ascended to join Mark Braun. We were floating in the air, able to see everything, and everyone could see us. Then, 150 billion people began clapping, cheering, and whistling. People were spread out all the way to the horizon, as far as the eye could see. 

Mark Braun said, “We are not special in any way. We just received that divine spark before entering Hell. Each of you would do the same if you were in our place. In fact, you have already done it infinitely many times because existence itself is infinite. Thank you.” 

One person in the crowd shouted, “No, thank you, at least this time.” We all clapped, and then we landed to join the others. 

I knew what was coming next. I was going to spend some time here, living my best life possible. I understood that one day I would find myself in Hell again, because existence is so vast, but it didn’t bother me. I knew that no matter what I faced, I would always land on my feet. 

I joined my family and realized that I wasn’t hungry, sleepy, or scared. However, if I wanted to eat, sleep, or experience peace, I had that choice. Someone asked me what I wanted to do, and I said I needed some time for myself, as much as I loved meeting Mark Braun, Venus, The Angel of Death, and spending time with Stacey and Ava, among others. Everyone showed respect for my need for solitude and allowed me to go wherever I wished. 

I teleported to the gay beaches near where I had been that day before work in the summer of 2019, and found myself alone there on a sunny midday. However, I wasn’t truly alone. I was surrounded by hundreds of crickets, singing their song in the pine trees. I sat on a rock by the sea, looking out at Stobreč on one side and Split on the other. Now, they were empty cities, and I was truly alone in this new old realm. It was hot, but I knew I didn’t have to get sunburned if I didn’t want to. I knew I could modify the beach to make it sandy, but I chose not to. I also knew I could invite anyone I wanted here, but I decided not to. 

Even though I had just come from heaven, my ultimate goal of existence, I still needed solitude to collect myself. It wasn’t a bad thing; it was just part of the life process. I took my time to slowly absorb the new possibilities within my existence. I got used to new thought processes that involved absolute control over everything I could imagine. When things became overwhelming, I wished for relief and instantly felt it. I could feel inner peace whenever I desired it. 

I wanted my old bag to appear in front of me, and it happened. I reached inside and pulled out a bag of fine weed, a cigarette, and rolling papers with filters. I made the wind stop blowing, so I could calmly roll the joint. The sea was still, with no sign of waves. 

However, the crickets continued their eternal song. I created a small Bluetooth speaker and began playing “Shine On You Crazy Diamond” by Pink Floyd. I didn’t need a smartphone to connect it to the speaker—I broadcasted the song directly from my mind. 

I tore off a piece of rolling paper and placed it on a small crack in the rock to keep it in place. I took a filter paper and made a filter for my joint. Then, I grabbed a cigarette and placed some tobacco on the rolling paper. I took the weed I had grown on a mountain north of Split and ground it with my fingers, sprinkling it evenly over the tobacco. I finished by adding another thin layer of tobacco. I gathered everything, rolled it up, licked the glue, and sealed the joint.

I wished for the breeze to start blowing, and it happened. I created a lighter, lit the joint, and took my first breath of freedom. There was no one to annoy me or arrest me for smoking weed. I smiled, like Max Payne at the end of the game of the same name. It was truly a winner’s smile.

The Pink Floyd chorus began, and I sang loudly, “Shineee onnn you craaazy diamond!” I was glowing and able to sing. The joint burned endlessly, releasing sensual smoke that was carried by the wind. Slowly but surely, I began to feel high. I knew it didn’t matter if I was on drugs or getting drunk—I could completely control my experience. I could feel like I was doing it for the first or last time ever, every time, if I wanted to. 

I started playing “The Doors – Light My Fire”. I decided that the joint was coming to an end. I wasn’t desperately trying to smoke every last bit of it. I even left some of the joint and tossed it into the sea. I didn’t pollute, knowing that I might one day want a clean environment if I ever found myself in a dirty one.

I got up and created an electric guitar, playing the part of the song that starts at 3:12. I had always known how to play the electric guitar, and I was as high as I used to be in the old days. I made the guitar disappear and waded into the sea. The temperature was just right because I had willed it to be so. I wasn’t afraid of sharp rocks or sea urchins, because there were none. The bottom of the sea was made of smooth pebbles. I started swimming, diving deep into the water and holding my breath forever. The sea was free of wild animals, but I liked it that way. After a while, I returned to the surface and left the sea. I was already tanned, but not sunburned. 

I played “Dire Straits – Sultans of Swing” and sat on a warm rock to smoke a cigarette. 

I chose to fulfill one of my long-held desires: I wanted my penis to be a “shower.” Instantly, it transformed into a well-proportioned, nicely hanging cock. At the same time, I gained the ability to make it appear as anything from a micropenis to an enormous size. The decision was entirely mine. I felt no shame, but I could embrace that feeling if I wished. 

I rolled a joint and began smoking it. The aroma of weed, in my opinion, was unmatched by many other scents. As I smoked, I found myself wondering where everyone was. A sudden longing for companionship washed over me. Remembering my telepathic abilities, I decided to reach out to Stacey, Ava, and Amber. In my mind, I thought, 

“Stacey, Ava, and Amber, can you hear me?” They responded with a clear “Yes, we hear you,” their voices echoing in my head as if we were on a call. 

They sounded like lifelong best friends, full of joy, and mentioned they were spending time in Heaven with their families. When I asked if they’d like to join me in my reality, they appeared beside me instantly.

I stood up, and we all embraced in a group. There were none of the typical questions like “How are you? How was your day?” because I knew they were fine, and they knew I was too. I offered them my joint, and Stacey was the first to take a few puffs. She passed it to Ava, who did the same. Then Amber told Ava to blow the smoke into her mouth. Afterward, Amber took a hit herself. I put my joint away, and Ava told me the weed was great. Then Ava asked me the usual question that came up in this kind of existence: “What do you want to do?” 

I joked with them, saying I’d been on drugs and listening to rock ‘n’ roll, and asked what they had in mind next. At the same time, all three of them answered, “Sex!” I wanted them all right then, but for some reason, I had to dig deep to find my sexual drive. A fear started creeping in that I might be “locked up” forever. I voiced that I wasn’t as horny as I used to be. Although I had an answer to my worries, I let Ava break my train of thought when she said, “Relax, let’s swim first.” 

I led the way into the sea, swimming a bit further before turning around to enjoy the sight of the three most attractive women I had known up to that point entering the water. I wanted to see them fully as they entered the sea. Stacey was in the center, with Ava and Amber on either side of her. Stacey had fair skin, unlike Ava and Amber, who were tanned, and I liked the contrast. I also noticed their areoles shimmering in the midday sun, which seemed to stay fixed in the sky for the time being. They realized I was looking and started holding hands playfully, smiling as they did so.

They released each other’s hands and dove into the sea. They joined me, and I pretended to be clueless, asking Amber why my sex drive seemed “locked.” She explained that sex drive was one of the strongest instincts in humans and that I had been through so much that it was hard to shake it off. At that point, she played along to tease me, as the four of us knew well that I was, and always would be, an old horndog. 

I felt my cock grow in the sea and that feeling alone was slightly orgasmic. I let out a soft moan and murmured, “Thank you.” The three of them simply smiled and started making their way out of the sea. I remained floating in place, feeling my arousal beneath the water’s surface, firm and strong like a baseball bat. It was my usual size, yet it felt incredibly potent. The three of them settled on the beach, with Stacey in the center, and began gazing at me with smiles on their faces. I found myself relishing these moments of silent, telepathic connection. 

I began swimming in shallower waters and stood on the sea floor. As I started to leave the water, I was aware that my presence would make them more attracted to me. I knew how I appeared, and I felt good about it. 

As I moved through the waist-deep water, stepping closer, my arousal became visible to them, and their expressions shifted to stunned amazement mixed with a mild smile. It wasn’t the largest they might have ever seen, but it was undeniably revitalized, radiating a sense of readiness and power. They seemed to sense its potential, as if it were poised to fulfill its purpose with each of them.

I was on the beach and slowly began to approach Stacey. Her desire was palpable, a mix of eagerness and just a hint of nervousness visible on her face. As I lowered myself to my knees, she instinctively parted her legs. My arousal was firm, angled upward, and with my right hand, I guided it toward Stacey. As I entered her, we both exhaled a simultaneous “Yes.” I settled on top of her, our bodies connected, our minds intertwined. Though our past lingered in the background, our focus was on the present and what lay ahead. Words felt unnecessary; forgiveness and understanding flowed between us effortlessly, as if communicated through thought alone. Ava and Amber watched, propped on their hands, their smiles unwavering, witnessing the unspoken bond that unfolded before them. 

I told Stacey I adored her, and she replied that she adored me too. We all laughed. We began to make love tenderly, as if it were our first time together, which in a way, after so many years apart, it was. My movements were intense, yet gentle, and her moans, though sounding pained, expressed pure joy. We made love without a condom, both understanding that pregnancy and STIs were a matter of conscious choice for us. 

We persisted in our intimate activities. She appreciated my method of penetration, while I found pleasure in her receptiveness and the movement of her breasts. Eventually, a shared radiance seemed to emanate from our bodies. She emitted soft moans and contorted her upper body, causing her back to arch. Ava and Amber took hold of Stacey’s hands, with Ava offering words of encouragement: “Stay strong, girl.” 

The next thing I remember is that I started cumming inside Stacey while sounding like I was in a lot of pain. Stacey also started cumming while screaming, and her pussy was spraying her juices around my cock, somehow flushing some of my cum out of her. I hugged her tightly and kissed her tender neck. 

I told Stacey that even though we seemed to have a telepathic connection, I still needed to express my deep love for her. She quietly reciprocated, saying she loved me too, and I saw a tear of happiness in her eye. 

Afterward, I lay down between Ava and Amber to cuddle with Stacey. I created a cigarette and we all smoked it. 

The eternal midday sun made us sweat along with sex. Ava suggested that I put sunscreen on her for fun. We remembered the old days when we had to wear sunscreen in hell. I suggested that me, Stacey and Amber oil Ava. We sat on the beach and prepared a small bottle of oil. The three of us gathered around Ava, while I sat behind her, to oil her skin. I was trying to recreate our time in Kašuni, when I would sit behind her and hold her breasts. I applied oil to my hands and did just that, holding her close and massaging her while Stacey and Amber oiled her legs. As I kissed her neck, she purred contentedly and exclaimed, in her own unique way, “oh yes!”. 

As I continued oiling Ava’s back, I told her I deeply adored her. She asked me to stand up with her, which I did, and she then kissed me, reciprocating my feelings. Smiling, the four of us formed a circle and engaged in a group French kiss, our tongues and saliva mixing. Ava then began to gently masturbate me. We broke the kiss, and I asked her to lie down, which she did immediately, demonstrating her willingness to comply. I mirrored this by kneeling before her and gently spreading her legs. I then performed oral sex on her, using my fingers and mouth to pleasure her. Eventually, I entered her, and she moaned as she used to. Any previous performance anxiety was gone.

We just had sex while Amber sat behind Stacey, caressing her body and they were both watching us. 

I leaned against Ava and grabbed her by both hands. I told her to hold on, and she nodded with a pained look on her face. I pumped her, and she moaned in new ways. I remembered that time on Mljet in 2021 when I told her that I wanted her to feel something new and that we connect on a deeper level.  

These wishes have come true. I fucked her really well and she took it very well. I turned her over on her stomach and started fucking from behind. At first I enjoyed watching my pubic bone press against her ass, but then I hugged her from behind. I performed that maneuver in which I grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her harder against me. She moaned to the point that she almost cried. Then she whined and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

The moment I kissed her neck tenderly, we experienced a simultaneous orgasm. None of us were aware she was capable of squirting. As I lifted myself slightly, she quickly rolled onto her back. We shared a passionate kiss, gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. 

I realized I loved Ava and Stacey equally, and that this was true love – a love without choosing or measuring. I decided to go for a swim, and Ava joined me.

As we swam, I noticed Amber and Stacey still gently touching and embracing each other. In that moment, a telepathic message from Amber reached me, reassuring and warm: “Don’t worry, my friend. You love me just as deeply as you love them.” Her words carried a sense of comfort and connection, reminding me of the bond we all shared. 

The other two could hear it since we were all connected telepathically, and they burst into laughter. Ava and I walked out of the sea hand in hand, and Stacey remarked, “Aw, how adorable is that?” I rediscovered my sex drive, and each time I had sex, it felt like an entirely new experience. I couldn’t get enough of it, and it was entirely my own decision. I settled onto a rock and called Amber over. She sat beside me and simply said, “Hi.” I explained to her that this time, she’d need to lie down on the rock, unlike our previous experiences at other spots on the gay beaches. 

I stood up, and the surface of the rock aligned perfectly with the height of my waist. That rock seemed tailor-made for pleasure—sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll. I mentioned the idea to Ava and Stacey, and they brought over some oil. We began applying it to Amber, who was already aroused from what she’d witnessed earlier. She settled onto the rock as the two of them smoothed the oil over her beautifully tanned body. I pretended to examine her feet for sea urchin injuries, and she noticed what I was doing. Meanwhile, Stacey and Ava started teasing her breasts with their tongues, and I focused my attention on her most intimate area. 

She let out her signature moan, and I loved the tone of her voice—it was unmistakably hers. She was the epitome of a stunning MILF. As I focused on her, locking eyes with her, she reached her limit and begged, “Please, put your cock inside me!” Feeling the intensity of the moment, I wished for a larger size, and to my surprise, my cock grew significantly—both in length and girth. What was once 6 inches in length became 9 inches, and the thickness increased from 6 inches to 7 inches. Amber, Ava, and Stacey all smirked, clearly impressed, and they playfully wished I had three of myself to go around.

In an instant, I created two clones of myself, and soon there were three of us standing on the beach near the rock. The three women—Amber, Ava, and Stacey—stared at us in stunned silence. I stood in the middle of my clones and exchanged fist bumps with them. Ava and Stacey got to their feet, each approaching one of my clones to pleasure them. They marveled at the size of the clones’ cocks, gripping them with both hands. I replicated the rock Amber was on twice, ensuring each woman had her own space. My clones began thrusting into Ava and Stacey, who moaned uncontrollably, completely consumed by the experience. Meanwhile, I positioned myself in front of Amber, pressing the tip of my enlarged cock against her entrance. 

Then I inserted it, and the experience resembled earlier times, but surpassed them. I engaged in intense sexual activity with her, fulfilling our mutual desire. The other two couples were also engaged in vigorous sexual activity, and the atmosphere was permeated with feminine exclamations such as “Oh my Gods,” “oh fucks,” and similar expressions. Concurrently, masculine groans resonated, creating a distinct counterpoint to the female vocalizations. Amber exclaimed “ya, yas, YEAH!!” 

She was too overwhelmed to speak, her pleasure rendering her silent. I thrust into her with intensity, savoring the sight of her tanned body and her breasts bouncing with each movement. Then, she released her juices, drenching me in her arousal. I smiled, unfazed, and kept going, driving her even further. Moments later, she squirted again, this time more forcefully, and I couldn’t resist tasting her sweet essence.

We had reached our limit. My clones turned into holograms and merged with me. I stood up while the three of them remained on their own rocks, watching me. Using telekinesis, I lifted them and brought them closer. They all embraced me, and I flew with them towards the forest above the beach. We settled in the shade, lying down on the ground, which felt softer than any towel or mattress. We stayed in silence and quickly drifted off to sleep. I didn’t have any dreams, just a sense of warmth and safety as I floated in the darkness. 

When we woke up, it was still noon. Suddenly, I rolled a joint and started smoking, without any worry about causing a forest fire. We passed it around and smoked it until it was gone. The weed didn’t have much effect, but I wasn’t concerned about that. I said, “I know we have telepathy and can share experiences, but I want to say something out loud. I’m really grateful to have you three here with me.” Ava responded, “I’m thankful for you too, and for Stacey and Amber.” Stacey added, “Now everything makes sense.” Amber finished, “I never knew existence could be this peaceful and simple.” 

I told them I would teleport back to Heaven and promised to see them there. They told me they were coming with me. 

We instantly entered Heaven and made our way to meet our families. After spending time with them, I finally felt ready to meet the legendary trio – Mark Braun, also known as Satan, Phoebe Rosa Castillo, also known as Venus, and Adam Rudseal, also known as The Angel of Death. I reached out to them telepathically, and they agreed to meet. We arranged to gather under the Tree of Life, and within seconds, we were all there.

I couldn’t help but smile when I saw them, and they were smiling just as much. We shook hands, following the old custom from Hell. Even though I already knew the answers to the questions I planned to ask, I still wanted to hear them spoken aloud. Mark greeted me with, “How are ya? Thanks for joining me,” and I couldn’t stop laughing, because that was one of my favorite things he always said. 

I began my conversation with Mark. 

•  “Why did we have to go to Hell?” 

•  “Curiosity.” 

•  “Are real people those who are not part of the 144,000?” 

•  “Absolutely not. They were copies of themselves, and their souls were constantly here, watching this shit on computer screens.” 

•  “So, no one was injured?” 

• The Angel of Death interrupted: 

• Only 144,000. The others were just robots, working for each other, killing each other, and so on.” 

• I asked, “Will we ever go back to Hell?” 

Venus replied, “Maybe not all in the same lineup as before, but as different people. People go to Hell because they get bored with Heaven. It might seem absurd, but the soul needs purification, and Hell is the only true way to do that.” 

The Angel of Death rolled a joint, and we shared it. 

I spent a considerable time in Heaven engaging in recreational activities, including gaming, drug use, rock and roll and music in general, and sexual experiences. I enjoyed myself. For instance, I encountered the cast of the television program “Friends,” and we traveled to New York City to converse and enjoy each other’s company. I, along with the characters Ross, Chandler, and Joey, engaged in sexual activity with Monica, Rachel, and Phoebe. I also met Clint Eastwood, and we spent time at his Los Angeles residence watching numerous films. Additionally, I have been playing the video game Call of Duty 2 Multiplayer for an extended, indefinite period. 

After countless more years, Hell existed only as a memory on the Tree of Life. I watched as some people went to Hell, becoming the new 144,000. We all observed that shit on our computer screens. My body was replicated in Hell, and I watched myself fighting in wars. 

Then, those 144,000 returned, their souls having been cleansed. I realized that existence is cyclical, and over time, some people’s fascination with Hell grows. 

I explored the endless land surrounding the Tree of Life. I confirmed that Proverbs 25:3 was true, as it stated, “No one can comprehend the height of the heavens, the depths of the earth, or everything that goes on in the heart of the king!” 

The more land I explored, the more seemed to unfold before me. I delved into the Akashic records and was able to relive my entire life while I was in Hell. I accessed memories from all my previous lives and could even glimpse the future. Both the past and the future stretched out infinitely, each in its own direction. 

I came close to an almost infinite number of situations from my existence. I witnessed the creation and destruction of existence itself. Existence was so vast that creation and destruction had occurred an infinite number of times and would continue to do so endlessly. 

In the end, I had to accept a certain amount of information. The sheer abundance of it almost drove me insane. I felt as though I was back in Hell, battling psychosis. I questioned whether returning to Hell to cleanse my soul would be so bad. Eventually, I did it, and once again, I was one of the 144,000, though I didn’t realize it at first. After about 50 years, I returned to Heaven and met a new group of people. My family and friends from a previous visit to Hell were long gone—not because they had died, but because new people had entered my existence. Still, I could always encounter them in my creations and within the Akashic records.

At one point, I forgot about Lenny, Danny, Stacey, Ava, Amber, Dr. Lucy, and my friends from high school. I could still access them in the Akashic records, but they were so far in the past that it would take me nearly an eternity to reach them. 

I found myself in Hell again, but this time, I spent “only 20 years” there. My time in Hell wasn’t as bad as before. Eventually, I returned to Heaven, and a completely new group of people surrounded me. I accepted them just as I had accepted the people from Hell before the previous visit. 

I think it’s been about 150,000,000,000 years since I began writing this book. It was hard to keep track of time while in carefree Heaven, and even more so when you lose track of your inner self in Hell. 

I was angry that there wasn’t a classic God in Heaven to protect you from evil. It was then that I realized the “Heavenly Crew” is your God when you’re in Hell. While you’re in Heaven, you become God because you “take care of the 144,000 and other copies in Hell.” After all, you’re watching that shit on your computer screen. 

Existence was vast and, at times, incredibly boring. We will never fully know our true creator, and there will always be some mystery surrounding existence. Perhaps we humans were the creators. Yet, there was still some kind of God or force that protected me while I was in Hell when I began writing this book. 

I tried to relax and enjoy Heaven. I took drugs, had sex, and played games.

After an immense period of time there, I chose to return to Hell. It was a voluntary decision. I found myself among entirely unfamiliar individuals. Subsequently, I ascended to Heaven once more. I then abandoned the writing of this book. The human mind can only grasp a limited quantity of zeros. And that is for the best. 

The version of Hell depicted in this book, spanning from 1994 to 2024 and beyond, proved to be exceptionally challenging for me. I even consulted the Akashic records and found no comparable period of such difficulty. 

Even though I wasn’t all-knowing or everywhere at once, I still found my sense of peace between Heaven and Hell. 

I came to terms with the idea that one day, I would repeat it all. 

I was truly – @Limbo.