What's Purgatory Like "Spoken Word version" © 1996, 2012, 2026 honea byrne AKA HOLMES

and wondered again-

What’s Purgatory LIKE?

Is it

Like waiting in an unemployment line?

Is it

Like being at the hospital

Waiting for the doctor?

Is it

Like waiting for the

Results of a test to see if you have an incurable disease?

Is it

Like waiting for judgment “Guilty or Not Guilty?”

Countless programs on (tell me Vision) have shown long hallways-with many shut doors. The rub is, was, will be, which door to open.

Cutrier Mansion 2008:

…I pray to God to protect me…

Two columns for an entrance. I walked slowly through the columns w/ an army duffel bag on my back and my acoustic guitar in my hands.

I unlock the front door and it slowly swings open by itself as if unseen hands were politely welcoming me in. Quickly made my way upstairs. Once upstairs I set up 2 digital voice recorders and 2 cameras. I left my offering to Blanch

The Cutrier Mansion is located In ....Clarksdale.. ..Mississippi.... located in the historical district.

I was in the den. The den was where they used to have their parties and the legendary WC Handy would be their entertainment. After a couple of hours I began exploring the other rooms. Came around the witching hour (2 am-3 am) when I decided to strum on my guitar as a way to channel the energies through me. In a far bedroom, the room that was furthest left to the onlooker from outside.

I prayed again for God to protect me. And later one of the dvrs I would hear,

… “you hear that Blanch?”

“God protect you this time.”

I was paralyzed with F.E.A.R. for a few seconds that seemed longer. I compare it to going through a tornado(what happens in five minutes seems like hours). Stumbled out into the hallway with my legs feeling like they were being pulled to prevent me from moving.

The hallway lit up in a green neon. Was like the moon beamed her fingers through every crevice where light could trespass the darkness. Shadows merged at the hallway’s end, and slowly crept forward in a threatening manner.

was like

an electrically lit hallway slowly stuttering a black out.

The darkness engulfed me with the wind screaming at me. Then the weight on my legs stopped. For some reason, I deduced that my only escape was to go up the stairs into the attic. Here, I was in the nerve in the vein that traveled to Cutrier’s brain. In the vein of polluted space where time (past, present and future exist at the same continuum.

So many years later…

with those whom are spirits such terms as “Y3@Rs” (years) seem like a few minutes. …gives one an accurate perception of what Eternity must be like.

footnotes:

1. D.E.A.D. (didn’t everyone always tell him (her))-implies a warning given to us by others that if we don’t change our ways we will die. Examples: “stop smoking” “stop drinking” “stop using drugs” Inevitably, we all will die-furthermore-it is common knowledge that the types of lives we live manifest our d.e.a.t.h.-important to note that in the spiritual realm nothing truly DIES.

2. SINTAX (IS AN ALTERATION OF GRAMMATICAL TERM SYNTAX(THE STRUCTURE OF WRITING ON PAPER) AS WELL AS “SINTAX”-IS AN INVESTMENT TERM. FOR IT IS VERY LUCRATIVE TO INVEST IN ANY PRODUCT THAT INVOLVES “SIN”(ALCOHOL, CIGARETTES, FIREARMS, PORNOGRAPHY,ETC.)TERM CAN ALSO BE APPLIED TO DRUGS LEGAL AND ILLEGAL. WHEN I WRITE OF SINTAX I AM ASSOCIATING A SECULAR WORLD IN WHICH PEOPLE ARE CONSUMED IN THEIR LIFESTYLE OF A CHEMICAL INDUCED PERCEPTIONS OF REALITY

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Footnote: Another ghost that haunts the mansion is one of a preacher who used to do Penance (whip himself) in a small room in the attic.

What’s Purgatory like?

Is it like being in a police station’s question room? Where and when one wrong answer will earn you getting locked in a cell of the beast?

“WHY’D YOU DO IT SON?”

What’s Purgatory like?

Is it like being in Institutional counseling sessions where when one answer will earn you a PRIVATE VACATION IN THE BELLY OF THE BEAST.

…yes indeed,

as the Loh’Rd saves us from the brooding Fate of a D.E.A.T.H. in the SinTax-through Spiritual equations of “self-will” Do we became somewhat domesticated? That is, became more “autonomous”-I ponder if we have lost a vision of the “SPIRITUAL WORLD” THAT EXIST AMONG THE LIVING as we hopefully give positive contributions to society. Always known it to be true that as one IS in the grips of D.E.A.T.H. awareness of the SPIRITUAL REALM IS INEVITABLE. SO INEVITABLE THAT IT CAN BECOME OF EXTREME PSYCHOLOGICAL, EMOTIONAL ANGUISH TO INTERPRET THE NORM OF REALITY while co-existing in SPIRITUAL REALMS-

He’s bleeding from opening up the scars.

The pain came to me in my fingertips while I played. If I stopped I would be possessed by the Evils the Preacher was freeing with every drop of blood.

F.E.A.R.

What’s Purgatory like?

Yet, someone can take their f.e.a.r. (false evidence appearing real) even further by creating their own meanings out of things that happened to them (people, places, and things in reality):

Had to press harder with my fingertips.

sensitive to the devil’s temptation. He was so obsessed by sins that he dared not venture outside of the Cutrier’s brain.

It’s said that at one of the Cross Roads, not far from this place, one can meet the devil and sell your soul in exchange for fame. This is what Tommy Johnson did.

Take that guitar to that cross roads at midnight with a black cat bone.

The Holy man was so hot that he began to hallucinate. He feared death, and therefore, in order to keep himself alive through self-will he whipped himself harder. As his blood streamed down his back felt cold as ice.

…the devil, to others, God of that Cross Roads, “Popa Legba” causes your fingernails to break on the guitar strings. As you play the tune you bleed on the guitar strings. Legba takes the guitar from you. Hands it back. Then you are able to play any song.

Naw I never made no deal with Legba…

WORDS

Without meaning life without DREAMING

Caught between PRESENT AND PAST For I tell many uh story call it purgatory. When WILL it end? screams they call wind. Hated to dedicated you Did I see you Or was it an illusion. I had an idea call it confusion. Choas I seem lost CALL It FOUND I have a name call it a name

Call it

Love

Call it A curse What Do You Fear? I’ll tell you… Nothing so clear as in what we truly fear.

Television Commercial:

“Jesus had the metal spikes driven into his feet and wrists by a metal hammer. And what was the sound it made? It was Heavy Metal.”

and wondered again-

What’s Purgatory LIKE?

Is it

Like waiting in an unemployment line?

Is it

Like being at the hospital

Waiting for the doctor?

Is it

Like waiting for the

Results of a test to see if you have an incurable disease?

Is it

Like waiting for judgment “Guilty or Not Guilty?”

Countless programs on (tell me Vision) have shown long hallways-with many shut doors. The rub is, was, will be, which door to open.

III. A Glimpse of H.E.L.L.

…all I had was the bottle.

Bottle tipped and the putrid red liquid engulfed an all inclusive glimpse of hell"o"
(here except Lord’s Love) ,with tombstones as houses. Engulfing the Red, White and Blue police lights…YES.

The Alcoholic/Addict earns his (her) wings with the animation of the law (Sirens). just like every time you hear a bell ring an Angel earns his wings. ______

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Footnote: “every time you hear a bell ring an Angel earns his wings”- reference is from classic movie “It’s a wonderful life” starring Jimmy Stewart.

There was one evening to twilight, in mid October 2008, when I spent the night in the famous Cutrier Mansion. Said to be haunted by Blanch Cutrier, The famous play “Street Car Named Desire” had character based off of her. The house has also been a school for nuns. It also has much personal history with Playwright Tennessee Williams. Williams, as a child, used to spend much time in Clarksdale Mississippi with his grandfather.

This has been an edited excerpt from my ebook “0” on Amazon kindle as well as lyrical excerpt from a cringy acid washed album I put out in 1996, months before joining the US Army as a Mortuary Affairs Specialist.

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