The Open Door
Chapter 1 Georgina
John 2:21 But he spake of the temple of his body.
There was a town called Worldsville consisting of individual houses which spread as far as the eye could see. All the houses were similar in structure, although some were more presentable than others. Some were perfectly manicured, others run down and let go, some were strong, some pretty, but most were just ordinary, and all in all they were basically the same.
Georgina Everyman lived in one of these houses, people called her George or Gem for short. She was a girl like any other; she spent her life looking for purpose and fulfilment. Her house had rooms which compartmentalized her life. When you entered her house you found yourself in a central hallway, with each room being accessible from here.
The first room on your left was the study. Here Georgina spent many melancholic hours contemplating the meaning of life, reading philosophies and just thinking. The room had shelves lining the walls holding many books; she had read most of them. They helped her choose her philosophies and how she dealt with people. She would sit at her desk, read and muse, or sometimes sit looking through the window watching the activities of the street.
On the opposite side of the hall lay the work room. Previously this was used as the school room, followed by the college room, and now for a number of years, it had become the work room. This too faced out over the street and George spent a considerable amount of time here, in fact eight hours of her daily life were spent sitting at the desk or bench shuffling papers, drawing up plans, and working with clients who desired her services.
The next door down on the right was the Diversion room. Georgina enjoyed this room; it had her hobbies and entertainment centre in it, her novels and also her church pew. She liked coming here at the end of a day or on the weekends just to blob out and leave all the pressures of life behind at the door and become absorbed in her escapism.
On the other side of the hall, the second on the left was the living room. This she used occasionally as a child, but that seemed a long time ago and now she just didn't have time. It boasted a fire place that backed on to the study, but had never been lit, and a ranch-slider window that faced to the east. Two dusty lounge chairs sat facing the fire place either side of an ornately carved coffee table, but she couldn't remember where they had come from- they had always been there. In every phase of her life she had gathered things- the dolls she had as a young girl, the photo of her childhood dog, the thrill of her first qualification and the memories of her first job. Pictures of these she had placed around the room, with some memorabilia on the mantle piece, making it feel more like a museum than a living room. Sometimes as she stood looking through the doorway, a wave of loneliness and heaviness would sweep over her making her wonder if there was something missing. For this reason she kept the door shut as much as possible, hoping she wouldn't be reminded of this depression.
The library was the next room down on the same side. Shelving surrounded the walls and held all her diaries of the events that had happened in her life to date. Some of the shelves were already full and Georgina wondered what would happen to her once all the shelves were exhausted. She knew of some older people who had broken shelving. Every time they put a new diary on a shelf it would fall off into a jumbled pile on the floor, so when you talked to them new and old events were mixed and confused so they talked of past years as though they were just today or yesterday. George had noticed that in her own life the pages of some of her older diaries ad faded and details had started to become hazy but she consoled herself that she was just tired and the memories would eventually return.
The library had a second door leading to the bedroom, with a latch which wasn't very reliable. Sometimes after a restless night George would find this door wide open and various diaries opened at random pages covering the floor.
The bedroom was not much more than that; it had a bed, nothing very remarkable. However it did have a walk through wardrobe, with clothing for whatever mood she found herself in on any given day. This led to the bathroom, at the end of the hall, which also seconded as a laundry. A bath stood against the wall with the clothes washer at the end, and a hand basin with a mirror above it.
Exiting out into the hallway and taking the first door on the left you found yourself in the kitchen/dinning room. This room was rarely used either as she tended to buy convenience food and eat it in the diversion room.
This was her house. Every day she would eat,
work and play; she had surrounded herself with toys and clutter. She enjoyed
her life, most of it was ordered and disciplined, some of it disorganized and
messy. In every room were comforts and gadgets for dealing with every situation
of life. People and places, events and seasons, all placed around her house-
Chapter 2 The Transients
Job 1:7 And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.
Now the communication system that was used by the people in Worldsville was unique. It could be used in a standard voice mode as a general telephone, or you could turn it to visual mode. In visual mode the windows in which ever room you were in displayed a visual image of a virtual world, where you could see and interact with others. During waking hours, in the most part, the visual mode was automatically turned on, and was only turned off in periods of deep meditation, contemplation or prayer, although some people found this feature didn't work and lived by sound only. The virtual world was interactive, perspective and colour were also alterable. Most people considered the virtual world the only world, and would constantly strive to improve their status in it. They would also try to alter other peoples view of themselves through grooming, fashion, and civility. People went to school, and worked met friends and generally lived using this system. Those who knew how to turn off the visual mode could sit looking out the real window contemplating the transients passing the window in the street.
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June 16 - July 29 2007
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation
of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my strength
and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14 ©2007 Stephen Share
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