Reviewing From Above

One who wants access to the land that lies far from any galaxy needs internal belief strength that they are supposed to be there basking in the angelic soothing setting.

“This management idea is such a waste of time,” the invisible force thought looking down onto the creation that took a long time to mold into something productive, “every time I award them for good intellectual behavior they turn around and give me a reason to eclipse the whole production.”

As the frustrated almighty was ready to scrap the whole earth project the powerful being’s attention was captured by a developing situation emerging in Paradise. Apparently, there was a turf war starting when a Saint tried to play a card.

“I had an allowance down there,” the Saint who stacked French quarters into a towering investment boasted, “and I used my option to claim a spot here in Paradise.”

“So, you were a winner before your departure?” the King of Clubs inquired.

“Yup, I made a fast call to this place and within a second then,”

“The heavens opened up,” a spiritual Siren strolled by with a comment, “you really showed us the pick it tu playin it down strategy.”

“And I wrote many bestselling books,” the Saint reflected, “great holiday coffee table decorations my publisher used to tell me.”

Off in the distance from the holy discussion cooled by AC Lucky Linz was putting together a show that could gain him access to where he wanted to be for eternity. “When I booked my trip here my account balance was at zero point zero and then I saw this place. Wow!”

That is when a bright beam shined onto him, “I need to find out what those two are claiming,” the spotlight bellowed, “you, you look like you want to be on a fair ground to those engaging in a turf war in paradise.”

Peering into the blinding illumination Lucky Linz could see an image representing a celebrity, “I am a dying star and I need a spy to find out what is happening up there.”

“You are coming here?” Lucky Linz started counting his blessings again before giving the icon a thumbs up.

A few seconds later Lucky Linz appeared in the scene where the Saint and card players were enjoying eternity. “Wow I feel like I died and went to,” Lucky Linz was cut off when the spiritual Siren asked him if he wanted something.

“No,” he replied, “I changed my marketable calling card to Spy, and I am a star!”

“Spy A Star that is a winning stage name,” the spiritual Siren exclaimed, and the King of Clubs heard the proclamation. “There is a spy who is a star?” The royal picture stood up, “that is something I can work with.”

Watching all the action from a special perch the almighty’s invisible force seemed impressed with how Lucky Linz handled the talent portion and decided to apply a little heat to the celebrity whose heart was slowly beating.

Sitting at the keyboard the celebrity’s name magically was deleted from the list replacing the notation with a sticky post it commanding: “Want to see exactly how well the celebrity’s improvisational skills were especially when the furnace downstairs was heating up with quality entertainment and they are looking to find a good phoenix to play the role in the waste management romantic comedy feature film, “Helen Hunting on Earth.”