Creation... The Perfect Mirror
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The Wisdom of Hank

~ Muranda Ellen Everson ~

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     There is something...
             I just do not understand.

                       Hank says... that Life is a Mystery...
                                              and that Life is a Joke.

                Does he mean that Life is a Mysterious Joke?

                         What does he really mean?

         I decided... come what may...
                        to speak to Hank about it...
                                 and ask him what he really meant.

     Anyway... the next morning...
           we have our usual hug and kiss session...
                                 and then I'm ready with the question.

             You know Hank...
                    what do you mean when you say...
                               that Life is a Mystery and a Joke?
                           Do you mean that Life is a Mysterious Joke?

                                     How could Life be a Joke?

         Hank started to laugh...
                      and he could hardly talk.

                                  Anyhow... here's what he said..

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     Muranda my Love...
             forgive me for laughing... I just can't help it.

                           You see... Man is the butt end of the Joke.

               Well... I'll try to explain the whole thing.

         First of all... remember...
                     that Life... is the Creator and the Created.

     We as Life... or ... we as God the Creator...
               desired to be Man... and in order to do that...
                       we measured unto ourselves a Personal Ego Mind.

            Now... the Joke is... that this Personal Ego Mind...
                                 thinks...
                        that it is a Human Being...
       who is created by a Force of Life that is outside of himself.

     In other words... Man thinks that his Creator is somebody else...
                  or that his Creator is some other Force.

                                               I find this very funny.

     You see... a Human Being...
                  is the Dream-Self of the Creator he is.

        The Creator then... is a Human Being... as well as Itself...
                   but in a Different State of Awareness.
                                           A Human State of Awareness.

     The fact... that many Human Beings think...
                       that the Creator is somebody else...
             or even deny this God or Creator... I think is hilarious.


     Life... Universally... or in General...
                is Consciousness reporting or reflecting...
                             on what happens to Itself when it dreams.

         Naturally what happens to Life and its awareness of it...
                  is meant to be pleasurable or enjoyable.

     Well... this is guaranteed in the long run...
                        for the Creator and the Created are One Being.

         This One Being tries and investigates...
                                  all available possibilities...
                                             within...
                             its own Beingness to assure satisfaction.


     In other words...
          the Creator is a Self Activated Searcher of Pleasure...
              with a Perfect Instantaneous Feedback System...
                           because the Creator...
                     is the Created in the first place.

     The Creator then... always lives in its Creation...
         and there is a continuous communication back and forth...
                       in order to make Life possible and pleasurable.

                 Now... I'll give you a few small examples.


     Example #1
           Human Beings adapt to the environment they live in...
                 and they also build houses or shelters...
                       in order to feel comfortable.

         As soon as that is done...
             they work for... or create the necessary means...
                  in order to fix up their hovels inside.

             They make or buy furniture and flushing toilets...
                      and then they top it off with...
               whatever Luxuries their little Hearts desire.


          So... we create... and what we create... we experience.
                      We do this until we are pleased.

                       WE CREATE TO PLEASE OURSELVES.

               ! We do this because we are Life... Our Way !


     Example #2
            Fishes adapt themselves to the water they swim in...
              and they also build hiding places or shelters...
                       in order to feel comfortable.

            If the water they swim in is neutral...
                         they slowly change this water...
                                  to either acid or alkaline...
                                        depending on what they prefer.

               Then some of them build their little nests...
                  and they have their fun defending it...
                          and produce their young.

                     They create to please themselves.

            ! They do this because they are Life... Their Way !


     Conclusions:
     The Bodies we as Physical Entities live in... have come about by
     the same trial and error process as we build our houses... or as
     fishes build their nests.  This trial and error process has been
     used for billions of years... and as we all can see... it works!
                 This Trial and Error Process is Evolution.

     So... all Life... Universally... creates for itself...
                  situations and conditions that are pleasing to Life.

     During these Periods of Creation however...
          Life might have to go through difficult circumstances...
                                      in order to fulfill its desires.

     At the present... the World of Man... as Life...
               is going through some of these difficult circumstances!

     Life... in whatever Form...
                        strives to please itself...
                  and the fulfillment of these Desires...
                                  in the Physical Universe takes time.

         You see... Creation is an ongoing Thing...
               it is not something that happened in the past.

                    Creation is a Continuous Happening.

        You and I can see the Happening of Creation all around us...
                    day in day out... second by second.
                            Creation is Change.

     In the Bible it says...
           that God looked at Creation and saw that is was Good.
                                            This means the same thing.

     So... Life... in the Form of Mankind...
           is in a Dream Stage in which it is trying to please itself.

                This Dream Stage... is the Human Evolution.

         We know what we want Subconsciously... or Unconsciously...
                    and to bring it about Consciously...
          is the struggle we experience living our Life on Earth.

                   Life is the Fulfillment of our Dream.

     So my Love...
         if you know that Life is a Dream...
                 you also know... that sooner or later you'll wake up.

        In other words... you know that you have arrived already...
                  and that all there is left to be done...
                         is... to enjoy the Dream.

                  So... here we are... enjoying ourselves.
                           Life is a Celebration!

     The most phenomenal Miracle in the Universe... is...
                        not that we are God or the Almighty Creator...
                            but that we are this puny little Man.

         The Surprise of this puny little Man is...
                      that he is his own God and Almighty Creator.

     You see Muranda...
         we are like a Wave on an Infinite Ocean.
                                For a while we are a Wave...
                                          but really we are the Ocean.

     Since all of us are pretty big Waves...
                             we somehow think that that is all we are.

           However... we are the Ocean... in the Form of a Wave.

     So... whatever size Wave we are...
         or whatever our Personal Development in Mind or Manners...
             all of it is useless for we have to let go of it.

                  In order to be... what we really are...
           we have to pitch our Personal History and Belongings.

     In other words...
              you could be as smart as a million Einsteins...
                     but you are still not Enlightened.

                               You are but a very learned Human Being.

         Mind is a Tool... like the Body is...
              and when the Job of Enlightenment is completed...
                                         you throw the Tools away.

         In order to be the Buddha or the Christ...
                      your Body-Mind or Ego-Entity must disappear.

         A Buddha or Christ is an Individual...
                   who has surrendered his Personal Nonsense Mind.

     Enlightenment or Christhood is not interested...
                                   in how well your Mind is developed.

         An Enlightened Individual speaks from the Heart of God...
              and uses the Universal Mind or Consciousness...
                         as an Instrument or Tool.

                The Heart of God... is the Essence of Love.

     So... you can see that a Personal Mind...
                     in the long run is a Limited Opinionated Monster.

           It is the very Obstacle between you and Enlightenment.

     Now all this is very confusing...
                     because all of us are God already.

             Well... we are God all right...
                         but we are God with a Personal Slant.

     We all have opinions...
              about Things... about Each Other... and about Ourselves.

     Opinions are Stepping Stones... and Stumbling Blocks...
         and I think... that in the later stages of an old Soul...
                                     they are mostly Stumbling Blocks.

     A Buddha or a Christ has no Opinions.
                         Whatever they need to know...
                                     they will know when they need it.

                   They have Divine or Perfect Intuition.

        They just Know... and when they speak... they speak for God.


     Now... bear with me...
          I know that what I'm trying to explain is impossible...
              because I'm trying to express in Human Words...
                    the Concepts of Super Human Values.

       Even a Buddha or a Christ could not possibly explain to us...
                           what they truly are...
            because Human Understanding just is not sufficient.

                  Jesus said... I and the Father are One.
           Well I think... that he came as close as you can get.

     And you know Muranda...
                if the State of the Christ Consciousness...
                    could be expressed in Human Terms...
                                        it wouldn't be worth a nickel.

                  I'm glad we cannot really understand it.

     Life... Creation... God... the Universe... or the World...
                          including all People and all Things are ONE.

           This ONE... seems to be split into Many.
                             This is the Illusion of Separation.

           This Illusion is what we have to overcome...
                 by losing our Personal-Ego-Mind... the Splitter.

     Life... Creation... God... the Universe... or the Heart of Man...
                          all are the Same Thing.

          That's why everybody ought to act more from the Heart...
                         instead of from the Head.

          We have to learn to think with the Heart...
                        thinking from the Head produces Headaches.

     The Man Jesus was a Heart-Guy for sure...
                   that's why all the Statues of Jesus...
                                        show the Heart on the outside.

     Many People think however...
               that Jesus was some kind of Bleeding Heart Guy.
        Or that he was some kind of special Sufferer... or Saviour.

     Well... Jesus suffered all right...
                    but not to save Mankind from Sin...
                                       or to open the Doors of Heaven.

              That's Religious Dogma or Authoritative Opinion.

       Jesus suffered the Processes of Growth towards Enlightenment.

     Jesus suffered mental agony...
                     because of his Love for Mankind...
                and the great difficulty of teaching Truth.

         He knew that... before he was born...
                          because he was born with full Awareness.

     Well... anyway my Love...
                  what I say about Jesus is my opinion...
              and personal opinions are worth next to nothing.
                                                  Knowing is the Clue.

          Knowing Life... is Knowing Your Self... is Knowing All.


     Anyway Muranda...
               I hope that I have explained...
                               why I called Human Life a Joke.

         Think about it sometime and I'll bet you...
                             that you can't refrain from laughing.

                  Life is for laughing in the first place.

     Muranda... I have to leave the bus...
                           and tomorrow the weekend is here.

         How would it be if I phone you tonight...
                          and we'll discuss what we're going to do.

                  I nodded my head and we kissed goodbye.

                       Hank whispered... I love you.

                  I told Hank... by about seven tonight...
                       I'll be waiting for your call.
                                I love you.

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     Hank left the bus... and waved...
                     then the bus pulled away and I lost sight of him.

        Why do I love him so?
                 I don't know what it is... but it sure feels good.

     I'm glad I asked Hank about this Mysterious Joke...
                          and I feel that he is right... it is a Joke.

         Is that why I'm smiling inside?
                      Or is it because of our first date tomorrow?
                               Well... I really don't know.


     I'm looking forward to tomorrow...
                     it's our first full day together.
                                          We'll have a marvelous time.

     I want to go to the park... and wander...
                     go for lunch... and for dinner...
             and for the rest... just spoil ourselves rotten...
                                                because we deserve it.

     Maybe... see a Movie... or go to the market.
           Yeah... just flirt around and feel marvelous all day.
                                       I already can feel the feeling.

                        I wonder what I should wear?

         I think I'll wear my new one-piece suit.
                    It's light green and it's absolutely smashing.

                Tomorrow... I'll be radiant and sky high...
                         it's a beautiful feeling.

                                           Love you Hank!

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             Please help me remember... to tell Hank tonight...
                   not to wear his plastic bags tomorrow.


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     That night just after seven Hank called...
                     we talked on the phone for ages...
                              and by golly...
            what we talked about could have filled another book.

     We decided not to make too many plans for tomorrow...
                                              but just play it by ear.

         After all... Hank said...
               making out a schedule makes it sound like work.

     Anyway... first of all we're going to the park...
        and what happens after that not even God knows... Hank said.

                   I think that that is an excellent idea.

     The park should be truly beautiful this time of year...
                              flowers aplenty... and beautiful trees.

              Our first day is going to be a smashing success.

          The weather is going to be sunny with afternoon clouds.
              I hope Hank is not going to bring his umbrella.

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     That night in bed... what else...
                             I couldn't sleep.

         I got out of bed three times and combed my hair endlessly.

               After trying to read my writing for a while...
         I finally got back between the sheets and tried to sleep.

    I was too exited I suppose...
                   and I still was not completely sure...
           whether or not... my green suit was the thing to wear.

     After tossing and turning for two or three hours...
                                   I must have fallen asleep...
                           because when I woke up I had been dreaming.

     My dream was about work...
              and somehow I had scheduled too many patients...
                          and everybody was grumbling... including me.

             What happened to all these people I don't know...
         because when I opened my eyes... they neatly disappeared.

     Right after that... I thought about Hank and our date...
                                  and somehow I was sure what to wear.

                       Yes... my light-green outfit.

     It had very short sleeves and a matching jacket.
                        I could wear that in the morning and at night.

            As a matter of fact... it was the most ideal thing.
                    Besides... I looked stunning in it.

     I jumped out of bed and had a shower...
         and after that it took me an awfully long time to get dressed.

     I fussed about everything...
                   and even my make-up wouldn't work out.
                                  I finally knew why... I was nervous.

    Suddenly it was time to leave my suite...
                  and be judged by the Lover of my Choice.
                                      I was uneasy and shivered a bit.

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       Hank and I reached the bus stop just about at the same time...
                   and he was dressed very neatly indeed.

          He wore a brown sports jacket... sandy coloured slacks...
                               brown shoes...
             and a very light yellow shirt with an open collar.
                             He looked classy.

     We naturally kissed and hugged each other...
                and both of us felt that today was the day.
                                       But neither Hank nor I said so.

     At first we looked at each other as if we were strangers...
             for somehow I guess... we had to get used to our clothes.
                               I mentioned it to Hank.

         Hank said... the same thing happens...
                               when you walk around in new Bodies.

     That remark broke the ice I guess...
          for in two seconds flat Hank seemed to be Hank again...
                                         and I was radiating Goodness.

           I knew that our day was going to be... Unforgettable!

     Muranda... Hank said...
                     you look indeed like a Princess...
           and you are so beautiful... I'm afraid to touch you...
                                          in case you might disappear.

        I'm so in Love with you... that I almost burst out in tears.
              Is this really happening... are you really real?

     I told him that I'm only relatively real as usual...
                       but that it was sufficient to fool him for now.

         Naturally we laughed about it...
                   and before I knew what was happening...
                                                 I started crying.

     Hank took me in his arms... and whispered...
               I'm doing the same thing Muranda... because I love you.

        It's some kind of nervous energy that has to be expressed...
                 and if it isn't... we can't be ourselves.

                It's a good thing we get it over with now...
            because otherwise it would just hang there all day.

     In a minute or two... both of us had cleansed ourselves...
                              from the doubting energies of our Minds.
                                     Minds are the Fools in us.

         Pretty soon... we dried our tears...
              and both of us knew that we had been Lovers...
                                                many times before.

                        All is fine... Hank said...
                  let's laugh and love... instead of cry!

     Hank was right...
            in two or three minutes... I was radiating again...
                                       and I felt light and beautiful.

     The bus came and we got on...
             we didn't talk... we just sat there... quietly...
                       holding hands... and squeezing once in a while.

             We transferred busses downtown...
                          and before long we were at the Park.

     The weather was absolutely gorgeous...
          and Hank and I walked hand in hand towards the entrance.

            We looked at the flowers... the trees and the river.
                    It was still early in the morning...
                                     and the birds were still feeding.

                  Little squirrels were running around...
            and the bees and the butterflies were busy as ever.

     I had never been in the park...
           and Hank told me that he came down here quite often...
                      especially early in the morning.

                 Sometimes I come here and jog... he said.

     The morning... Hank continued...
                    is like the beginning of a new life.

              Everything is beautiful and shiny from the dew.
                             Nature is joyful... to see the sun again.

                  To nature... every day is a Celebration.
                          Everyday is a Birthday.

     Slowly we walked through the park...
                       holding hands and touching...
                                once in a while we stopped and kissed.

     We looked at the lake...
           and the mother ducks were showing off their ducklings.
                                 A few older people were feeding them.

     The only difference...
              between Nature and Human Beings... Hank said...
                   is that we seem to get older... but Nature doesn't.
                                   It's young forever.

         Except for old trees... he continued...
                  but old trees are almost people anyway.
                              They have Personality and Character.

              Each tree is different... including every leaf.

                    Leaves are like Lives...
                                they come and go forever.

                       To leaves... the Tree is God.

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     We had lunch downtown...
                 and we stayed at the restaurant for hours.

            We talked about many things...
                             and even I talked a lot... imagine.

                We did some shopping...
                              and we had a whale of a time.

         We laughed a lot... and the day was a day of Love and Joy.
                   Everything was radiant... and bright.

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     Then the evening came...
            and it was time to find the swankiest place in Town.

     Hank said... Muranda... my Love...
               a day like today is a Pinnacle in Infinity...
                               and we better make sure we do it right.

                So let's find the swankiest place in town...
                           and have dinner there.

         We chose "The Carousel"... way up in the sky...
                            and boy... oh boy... it was beautiful.

     We ordered our meals and had some wine...
             then we had some more wine... we giggled a lot...
                                and we looked at the city in the dark.

         There were millions of lights... moving cars...
                                      and the river full of boats.

     The world is a different place up there...
                        a world of beauty... and romantic enchantment.

                    There was music... and we danced...
              the evening was a Miracle of Closeness in Love.

         We never went home that night...
                              but rented a beautiful suite instead.

         Going home right now... Hank said...
                        is admitting defeat before we get started.

                       And besides... he continued...
           enchantment needs to be appreciated right on the spot.

                         AND HEAVEN WAS BEAUTIFUL


     Sunday morning we went to the restaurant and had breakfast...
                 then we took a taxi to Hank's apartment...
                                     were we sat outside in the grass.

               I felt free and easy... and we laughed a lot.
                      We talked and talked endlessly.

     Hank said... you know Muranda...
                    ordinary life is a beautiful dream.

           However... you have to learn how to dream beautifully.
                        It's an art... like loving.

              In order to dream beautifully...
                          you have to learn to love yourself.

      Loving yourself sounds easy... but it's hard to do.
                          Loving yourself is being Free and Guiltless.

             Once you have learned to love yourself...
                                 it's very easy to love others.

                Love then becomes contagious...
                            and people enjoy being with you.

         I asked Hank...
                 is loving yourself being Spiritual?

                           ... and here goes Hank... listen carefully.

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     Loving yourself... Muranda...
               is the most Spiritual Action in the Universe.

                                                                    
              It is the First and Foremost Thing to be learned      
            for Loving yourself... or your Self... is loving God    
                                                                    

           Also if you don't love yourself...
                            it is difficult to truly love others.

     For Others you see...
              are other Aspects of yourself anyway.

                   And to truly love Others...
                                 is really loving yourself.

       Well you know... there is only One Self in the whole Universe.
                             You are that Self.

               And once you have learned to love yourself...
         it's but a little step to love all the rest of your Self.

     Being Spiritual however...
                       is more than loving yourself.

                          To be Spiritual means...
                      that you are able to appreciate...
         a poem as well as a joke... or a flower as well as a fart.

           It means that you are able to appreciate...
                                       anything that comes along.

                      You are able to appreciate Life.

          For Life is Everything including the Joke called Death.

                  There is no Death... there is only Life.

     So... appreciating Life also means...
                   that you can look Death in the Face...
           as easy as that you can step out of a one piece suit.

         For you know very well...
                       that what comes after that...
              is more beautiful than any Body... or any Suit.

       Please forgive me Muranda... for using true to life examples.


     Anyhow... the Nameless or Real You...
                      is the Living Spirit or Soul...
          that temporarily occupies the physical form... the Body.

     And when your Body goes kaput...
                   you step out of it... and live.

                             You as a Spiritual Entity...
                                         use the Body as a Space-Suit.

         For you as a Soul...
               live in a Continuum of Mind that's foreign to you.

         Naturally this Continuum of Mind...
                               is the Continuum of Space and Time.

     This Time and Space Continuum...
                       is a manifestation of Life...
              upon which Consciousness reports or reflects...
          for the Purpose of the Guys and Dolls who are attuned...
                    to this Continuum of Consciousness.

         The Physical Universe or the Continuum of Time and Space...
                 is a Garden or Field where Gods are grown.

     The Universe... Life... or Creation...
         is a Farmer who seeds Itself... with Cuttings of Itself...
                   into the Infinite Farms of Creation...
          so that they may grow... to Infinite Gods and Creators.

     And the Earth is one of these Farm Fields...
                    in which Godbeings grow to Maturity.
                               Season after Season... Life after Life.

               Each Lifetime is but like a day to the Soul...
                    and each new Body is a new Outfit...
         in which it lives and learns about Itself in its Creation.

             A Soul wears many Outfits... all one piece suits.

     To you and I... as Human Beings...
                    a lifetime seems like a long time...
                               but compared to Infinity... it is Zero.

     You as the Personality have been chosen...
                              to dance a specific dance... your Dance.

     The Personal Screen of Limitation...
               is what keeps you from seeing your true Self.
                       Your True Self... is the Christ you are within.

         Your Dance is inspired by the Soul you are...
                            and to enjoy it... is loving yourself.

     For when you love yourself...
             your Christ Light is shining through.

                              And once it shines through...
                   you become irresistible to the People of the World.

                         They will either kill you... or love you.

     Anyway... once you as a Person or as a puppet...
                  learn that you also are the Puppeteer...
                            you will learn to dance as your True Self.

         Then you can be... a Playful Spirit...
                            and dance to the Tune of God in Bliss.

               God in Bliss... is the very Christ or Buddha.

            A Christ or a Buddha is an Infinite Soul in Bliss...
                and they can live without Physical Bodies...
                    for they have surpassed Physicality.

     But you and I however...
             still need our Bodies... for they act as Filters.

         Bodies filter out... all the Things we are not ready for.

                               It saves us from being blown up by God.


     Well... anyway Muranda...
                    what the heck did you ask me again?

                                         Oh yes... being Spiritual....

         Well being Spiritual also means...
                  that you eat and drink in moderation...
                                   whatever Mother Earth provides.

     Which is Wine as well as Water...
                          Beer as well as Milk...
                   and don't hesitate to eat some meat...
                                           if your body needs it.
                                      Don't be chicken to eat chicken.

     Man you see is a combination...
                         of an Animal and a Spirit.
             Man is a Hybrid that is Angelic as well as Devic.
                                                          We are Both.

         So... don't behave like Spirit while you're still Animal.

     Also... we are Mind or Consciousness...
                  so we have to learn to become balanced.

         We are Beings who are Body... Mind... and Soul.
                          Or Matter... Intelligence... and Spirit.

     Life is the Play of God or Spirit...
           in a Medium called Matter... and uses Intelligence...
                                      with an Attitude of Playfulness.

             So to become Serious about Life...
                          is going against your own God Nature.

       Being Serious or Ambitious about Life... is a Social Disease.

     Did you know Muranda...
        that being Serious... Sanctimonious... Devout... or Holy...
                      are signs of Ignorance and Fear?

          Mankind is suffering from all these symptoms very badly.
                   Man is truly sick and doesn't know it.

             Man is a sick God... lost in the Dark Crevasses...
                         of his own Infinite Light.

        Understanding or Awareness is missing... and therefore Love.

                You know Muranda...
                             I wish I could do more... to help.

                   What is it Muranda... that I could do?

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     When Hank finished talking...
                  he just sat there... as if he was away.

         Slowly some tears appeared on his face...
                    and I could see that he would do anything to help.

     I moved over to him and kissed his eyes...
                               and his tears were salty.

          He looked up and said...
                    I don't know Muranda... I sometimes cry...
                                  because I feel lost... and helpless.

     How can we educate the masses Muranda?
                How can we put some of this Godness to work?

                                      Why can't I help my Brother Man?

     I kissed Hank again...
             and then I whispered in his ear...
                     we do already Hank... we do already.

                           For our Thoughts are broadcasted...
                                  all over the Universe and the World.

        The World is slowly getting the Message of Love and Peace...
            but it takes time to change the Mass Consciousness.

                      The World is a Hell of a School.
                             It all takes time.

     Yes I know Muranda... yes I know... Hank said...
                 but sometimes I'm hit right in the Heart.
                                        My helplessness is killing me!

     That's why I'm so happy to have you.
            At least now... I can focus my Love for the World...
                                                          through you.

                Thank you for being such a Beautiful Person.

     I love you Muranda... I need you.
                        Love me... like I love you.
             You are the World to me... you are the Light I am.

         I feel that you are...
                what is missing within myself... more Love.

                                   Be my Light to the World...
                           and help me love the World like I love you.

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     That evening Hank brought me home...
                 and when I laid in bed I couldn't sleep... and cried.

           I cried because I couldn't help Hank...
                             and I cried because I love him so.

               Filled with a Feeling of Sadness and Beauty...
                           I finally fell asleep.


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