So, this is a continuation of Feb 20th. Read that and other parts of this story for this to make sense. (Trippiest Entry Ever(Nov), Part 2 (Dec), Part 3 (Feb))
The Story Continues
“Well, yeah.” said the voice, “I say that only reluctantly, though. People put so many burdens on me. I created this universe, and the things that reside in it. However, it’s such a large and complex place, it is hard for me to manage it, or even predict what is going to happen sometimes. I’ve tried to do my best, to make the universe as wonderful as possible, but even I have to operate within certain constraints.”
“Set by whom?” asked Patrick.
“Well, the physical Universe has to operate according to some logical formulation. I cannot just constantly magic things into being the way I would like them to be, that would be endless chaos. At some point I have to develop rules for which the Universe can operate, and each set of rules has its own different problems. As far as I can tell, this is the best of all possible worlds or at least the best of all possible worlds so far. I’ve tried one billion of these before, and this one has turned out the best.”

Patrick was too shocked by his situation to be amazed by the comments of the being, nor even by the very fact that he was talking to his creator. So many emotions rushed through his head. He thought about his family, they were probably still alive as that night the rest of them were out of the house for various reasons. He wondered what kind of emotions they were going through, and felt sorrow for the pain his death would cause. He thought, of course, about Jason, he missed him already, and wanted to see him again. He thought about the various other things in his life, and how he was being taken away from them before he was ready to go. He felt a sorrow worse than when anyone he loved had died. When they died it was just one person, but he had lost his entire life.

He had always thought that when he died he would be taken to heaven or hell, eternal peace or eternal torment. In either case, his spiritual destiny would be decided, written by some higher power and handed down to him. Now it seemed not much had changed emotionally from when he lived. He was not ready for such an ambiguous experience.

“Is this Heaven?” asked Patrick.
“Heaven doesn’t exist in the way you know it. Heaven only exists in you. You’re a being that exists in a spiritual plane, and this experience you are having is your soul’s way of interpreting your new existence. Do not panic though, in what you will perceive as only a few minutes, things will clear up and you’ll be able to interact with other souls and communicate with those you have loved, be they on Earth or in this new kind of existence. All souls exist in this plane, it’s just that some are currently preoccupied with their physical existence.”
“What does this interaction consist of?”
“Oh, everything you did on Earth and more. The upside to being wholly in this plane is that you have so much freedom to pursue joy, pleasure, knowledge and love. Your entire eternal existence is a quest to bring yourself to heightened levels of all these things. Your spiritual journey did not end when you died, it only began.”
“Can I affect what happens on Earth?”
“You can try. But it’s tough, even for me, and I’m fairly experienced in these sort of things. Though, a word of advice, try to only do good things. Evil things like spiteful revenge will only bring you unhappiness. There are a few tormented souls who seem committed to this kind of thing, and it’s so self destructive I can only feel pity for them. I try to counsel them, but again, it’s so hard to change somebody’s mind.”
“When can I see Jason again?”
Though he could not see God he could perceive the being’s happiness.
“Soon enough, soon enough.”