[ WP ] An atheist dies and finds out that God exists and he was God all along .

Now, I know the truth. 
 
 The memory of that final chapter is still fresh - the last few moments, my dying breaths. Their faces all around me: the dozen or so faces of people I once called family. Even now - in what they refer to as `` death'' - I can still see the pain in their eyes. 
 
 Though, now, I know the truth. I know the source of their pain - their *fear*. I can feel it from here. The fear that I - once a Man born an Atheist into a family of religious fanatics - would be doomed to spend an eternity in `` Hell'' for my sacrilegious beliefs. 
 
 I know their fear stems from a selfish desire to please their God - they fear for their own futures due to having failed in attempting to convince me for 65 years. They feel as if that failure may have placed them in a state of Godly disfavor - and that they, as a result, may also spend an eternity in Hell. Ironically, they fear for *their* lives, in the last moments of *my own. * 
 
 Though, now, I know the truth. I know that their sentiments, though steeped in disillusion and false presumptions brought on by thousands of years of mythical story-telling, possess a certain authenticity. Underlying their fanatical ideals, right at the core that they fail to see, is a fundamental truth. 
 
 Admittedly I have always known the truth, but I had forgotten it. Now, it is all too clear. Now I see that my amnesia in the physical world was all a part of the plan. The plan that *I* concocted at the beginning of time itself. 
 
 The moments following my death came at first as a shock. Suddenly I was not in my aged body, but above it. The family seemed not to notice, and initially I could not understand why or what was happening. Then, I was above the hospital. I lacked a physical form, but my vision seemed to be that of a Hawk. Everything appeared sharp, vivid, and detailed. There was a subtle feeling of being familiar with everything, as if I had seen it all before - the strangers walking below me, the plants and animals. The feeling was astounding, it was as if all was One and One was all - and I felt a connection with everything around me. 
 
 Then came the sound of being pulled upwards through what felt like a wind tunnel - though this tunnel was comprised of billions of faces and voices whirling around me. There were men and women with finely trimmed hair cuts, dressed in modern garb. Images of skyscrapers and automobiles. Then they were dressed in robes and shining armor, unshaven and speaking in somewhat unfamiliar tongue. I saw the Pyramid of Giza being built. Then they were short and hairy, sporting no more than loin cloths and wooden clubs for weapons. The first fire struck by man appeared warm and vivid. Suddenly I was above the planet itself, and continuing even further. The people whizzing by me disappeared and gave way to early forms of dinosaurs, and then even earlier forms of water-based microscopic plant and animal life. 
 
 I was deep into space but I felt a familiar and direct connection to every organism that has ever lived since the dawn of time. The onslaught of imagery in this tunnel vanished, along with the incredible *whooshing* sound - and suddenly I had a clear view of thousands of galaxies. Then millions. The whole of Space was laid out before me. Yet I continued spiraling outward, seemingly toward what was surely to be the edge of the Universe itself. The edge of *Life*, itself. I could see a fine white line in the distance, way out at the corner of Space - extending almost infinitely from left to right. It grew larger and closer, until the white became a brightness so powerful I had an urge to shield the eyes I no longer possessed. 
 
 Until it abruptly became dark. Dark and eerily silent. But my fear was long gone, because it all was beginning to make sense. There I sat - no form, no happiness or sadness. Only acceptance and understanding. My One mind was full of the memories of past and future civilizations. Organisms that had yet to even be born, appeared crisp and clear in my minds Eye. 
 
 I sat in silence. Waiting patiently, as if I knew what was coming. As if I knew that the beginning of time was about to occur. And as expected, my own God-hand - 5 fingers across and symbolic of the most significant and intelligent opposable thumbed species that will come to exist on a planet called Earth - appeared in the darkness and snapped its fingers. The familiar sound erupted and sent an unforgiving, unfathomable warmth across the cosmos and echoed endlessly into the blackness. The Universe came alive. Stars and galaxies began to form. Black holes swallowed entire systems whole. Extravagant explosions everywhere, the Milky Way Galaxy in all its glory slowly giving birth to itself and eventually, Earth. 
 
 Again I saw the earliest forms of life, the dinosaurs, the rise and fall of nations. Then there I was, a fetus in the womb of an expecting mother. No... Not one mother, and not just a human mother - but *all* of them across all species and forms. 
 
 That was my moment of clarity. *I am God*, the universe told me. More like, *I* told myself. 
 
 Then there was the Family of an unborn atheist. On their knees in church, praying to *Me* to bring the child into the world unharmed. As if their prayers would have made any difference. 
 
 They do not understand that Life is based upon the Yin and Yang - there has to be balance. The Atheist will serve as the counter-balance for the religious disillusions and false presumptions brought on by thousands of years of mythical story-telling. If only I could tell them the truth and give rest to all the lies and tall-tales. They do not understand that *both* parties are majorly incorrect in their beliefs - and yet fundamentally necessary in their existence at the same time. 
 
 But telling them the truth is n't part of my grand plan now, is it? 
 

