Written by: A Table cloth

To invite implies a motive for action.

Inviting those to dinner, and in this case, they have to come even if they do not want to.

Interesting…

Of course the corgi’s would be there as they run security, comedy, and are the cleanup crew.

An assortment of various creatures would be there both human and other. (their dietary needs are a bit wonky but pizza mixed with exotic combinations overcomes all)

God is always here. Always was/is/will be, so how to invite the perfect guest?

Mmm…

Ah yes. As the guest must come. There is no denial, no pretend, no excuse, nothing to cause the host to say, “I wonder where…”

Now, a bit strange here as to the reason of choice, but God always kicks my butt at poker. I did win one hand once, for reasons beyond logic/chaos/logic, but mostly I get a good lesson in one aspect or another.

The choice then would be, Satan. Now Satan is nothing more than one of many ‘names’ given to place a face on the body of evil.

Why Satan? Hah! For a very good reason. This is a world run and operated by such an energy where evil comes uninvited just as evil seems to ‘think’ evil can do whatever evil wants.

Satan is neither male or female. Energy is what energy is. White energy/Dark energy. Flowing to where the connections are available, and on Earth; perfect conductor. The entire picture is the perfect canvas where the canvas thinks it has more control over the Artist… Control over the chef… Control over the cook, table, world.

So, I would invite Satan to dinner with one simple caveat for everyone attending the dinner. Everything, everyone must ‘arm’ wrestle God.

Simple request.

A good workout that will would increase appetite.

It would build community and well being among the guests.

People there. Complete strangers i meet on the street would realize there actually is a God.

There would be tears of joy.

There would be celebration.

Enemies would become friends.

Friends would help others.

And. And. And. As for the main event, the feeling/look on the face of evil when reaching out to touch the Creators hand. To see in an instant that look/feeling of sadness and regret to have once thought there was more to power than God.

To realize what was missing in evils Life.

Love.

(and then of course, once the dark and white energy once more became what nothing of this reality can come close to understanding… there would be Universal Hope. Love. Life.)

and yes, the pizza would be fucking fantastic.